Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 353 Four in One
For the following questions, Jiang Xian obviously speeded up his speech, omitted nonsense, and spoke more straightforwardly.

Qi Jia responded from time to time, and through the mobile phone, the person kept moving on the book with a pen.

She is not a stupid student. Although she can't be said to understand all the questions, she is not so confused that she only knows how to listen but not think.

After holding the pen for a long time, her fingertips hurt a little, Qi Jia stopped, twisted her wrist twice, and stretched again.

Glancing at the phone, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Before I knew it, I had been chatting with Jiang Xian for so long.

It was also the first time that Jiang Xian had a voice call with someone for such a long time. Seeing that it was getting late and the topic was almost finished, Jiang Xian tapped the phone screen uncontrollably with his fingertips.

"Huh?" Qi Jia heard it, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xian coughed, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, it's a bit late, so let's do this first, and if you have any questions you don't understand, you can talk about them at school tomorrow."

Qi Jia naturally had no objection, and she was drowsy too, couldn't help but yawned one after another, with tears in her eyes.

"it is good."

"Well, then I hung up?"

"You hang up..." Qi Jia paused, then said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The voice was pitifully low, like a breathy voice, but Jiang Xian could hear it clearly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, but he pressed it down again in a second, and replied in a low voice, "Mmm."

Qi Jia was stunned, staring blankly at the textbook with empty eyes.

Immediately she trembled, shook her head hastily, raised her hand and patted her brain: "What are you thinking, Qi Jia!"

She actually felt that Jiang Xian just now was so gentle.

Go crazy.

Qi Jia, who came back to his senses, took pictures of himself soberly, glanced at the textbooks on the table, and flipped through them one by one.

"Mathematics workbooks, physics homework, English test papers... Ah, why are there still Chinese to copy?"

Qi Jia wanted to cry, but she really wanted to sleep, so she had to go to the bathroom, wash her face with cold water, and then she woke up a little.

Patting her wet cheeks, Qi Jia planned to go downstairs to find some fruit in the refrigerator.

The lights downstairs are still on, and Qi Tian is the only one in the living room, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and there are intense game sound effects coming.

When Qi Jia was walking, there was a movement, although it was not loud, but Qi Tian, ​​who had lost the game, heard it and raised his head to look at her.

Qi Shihang and Xiao Xiao's couple had dinner together tonight, and they haven't come back yet.

Qi Jia looked back calmly, glanced briefly, and walked straight towards the kitchen.

"Hey - where are you going?" Qi Tian lay down on the sofa and said suddenly.

"Kitchen." Qi Jia said concisely.

Qi Tian said: "Then help me get something, there is a cheese matcha mousse cake I bought yesterday in the refrigerator, help me get it."

Qi Jia went straight to the kitchen without saying a word.

Qi Tian stared at her, cut it, and muttered in a low voice: "It's rude, I don't even know what to answer when I speak."

Qi Jia opened the refrigerator door. There are many kinds of fruits in the fresh-keeping room, both in season and out of season. Qi Jia took a piece of cantaloupe and some strawberries.

Move your eyes up and see a cake with a label on the top shelf.

Before closing the refrigerator door, Qi Jia reached out and took the cake down.

Qi Tian had already started another game, and she was playing excitingly, when a cake suddenly appeared on the tea table in front of her, she glanced at it, and said without raising her head, "Thank you."

Qi Jia didn't speak, turned and left.

Ten seconds later, the game character controlled by Qi Tian was killed by the enemy, and she was free to take apart the cake with a smile on her face.

When she looked up, she only saw Qi Jia's figure turning and going upstairs, Qi Tian curled her lips.

Back in the bedroom, Qi Jia put the fruit aside, tidied up the desk, and stuffed the extra books into the schoolbag, leaving only Chinese.

After touching the phone and sitting on the chair, Qi Jia took out the cantaloupe and ate it.

There was a message on the lock screen of the phone, Qi Jia clicked in curiously, and saw that it was a message from Jiang Xian.

Only two words.

Jiang Xian: [Good night. 】

Qi Jia won't have a good night now, she will have to copy the Chinese homework later, poking her finger on the screen, and simply replied: "Good dream."

After sending out Qi Jia, she put away the phone, took a bite of the cantaloupe, it was very sweet, and then held the pen in her hand, copying while reading the Chinese document.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang two or three times before Qi Jia woke up a bit, got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up, and washed her hair by the way.

It was almost early morning after finishing the Chinese homework last night, and Qi Jia ate cold fruit again. She was a bit tired but couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned on the bed, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Compared to Qi Jia, Qi Tian stayed up late last night playing games and could barely keep her eyes open. If Xiao Xiao hadn't knocked on the door several times, she would have been able to sleep until noon.

"What time did you sleep last night? Look at your dark circles."

Qi Tian yawned, his eyes were black and blue, "No, it's only eleven o'clock, I went to bed early."

In fact, it was after two o'clock in the morning, and the game was not playing smoothly, which made her so angry that she uninstalled the game before going to bed.

But you can't tell the truth, otherwise Xiao Xiao will have to reprimand her.

Qi Tian looked up at Qi Jia, and saw that she was drinking plain porridge with a calm expression, and there was a plate of something she couldn't understand in front of her.

She thinks Qi Jia is a country bumpkin, and if she has good nut milk, she doesn't drink it, she eats porridge, and the food she eats is not very good.

It's normal for Qi Tian not to know what Qi Jia eats.

It was the pickles that Qi Jia made herself, and it tasted very good when served with white porridge.

"Jiajia, will you be full after eating this? Would you like some sandwiches?"

Xiao Xiao also looked down on Qi Jia's food, as a stepmother, she still put on a show and greeted her thoughtfully.

"Need not."

Qi Jia said softly, finished the last mouthful of porridge, packed up her things and brought the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Aunt Xun watched her come in, and hurriedly took the things in her hand, "Are you full?"

"I am full."

Qi Jia was going to wash by herself, but was stopped by Aunt Xun: "Pick up your things and go to school, and leave it to Aunt Xun."

Qi Jia smiled: "It's okay, Aunt Xun, you are busy with your work."

When she came in just now, Aunt Xun was still wiping the dust off the cabinet, cleaning it.

Aunt Xun: "How can I do it? Well, go to school quickly, Aunt Xun can handle it here, be obedient."

In Qi Jia's previous life, she had to do everything by herself, and she was used to doing her own things and solving them by herself. Troubling others made her very uncomfortable. She has been in Qi's house for a long time, and she is still not used to it.

Qi Jia went to the car early to wait, Qi Tian moved slowly, Qi Jia waited for a long time before she came out.

Fortunately, there is still time.

Jiang Xian arrived at the school early in the morning, and there were not many students in the class. The weather is turning cold now, and there is no sun in the morning. Instead, it is foggy and the sky is gray.

The students from behind came to the classroom one after another, the sky also brightened up, and the whole campus began to be noisy and lively.

There are still about 10 minutes before the morning self-study, and the students are already reading and reciting in the classroom.

"Jiang Xian, can I borrow your math exercise book?"

Li Zhiyi stood by Jiang Xian's desk, politely knocked on his desk and asked.

"I have lent it to someone else, so I will borrow it earlier next time."

"Oh, okay." Li Zhiyi smiled and turned around to hide his disappointment.

She bit her lip, blushing a little.

Annoyed that if I knew it earlier, I would have come to borrow the exercise book quickly. I knew that Jiang Xian was very popular, but I still had to dawdle.

Jiang Xian sat upright, glanced at the seat next to him from the corner of his eye.

empty.

Qi Jia hasn't come yet.

He glanced again at the clock hanging on the wall.

There are still a few minutes before morning self-study.

Jiang Xian took the roster out of the drawer, scanned the classroom, and saw several empty seats.

Being late will not only deduct personal disciplinary points, but also fines and confiscation.

As soon as the car stopped at the gate of the school, Qi Jia quickly got out of the car and ran towards the teaching building without stopping.

Qi Tian came down unhurriedly, and when he looked up, Qi Jia's figure was already far away.

"Why are you running so fast, really." She complained and walked unhurriedly.

Fortunately, the floor was not high, Qi Jia slowed down as soon as she rushed to the door of the classroom, took a deep breath and walked into the classroom.

Jiang Xian had just finished explaining the topic to the people behind him, when he turned around and saw Qi Jia, he was slightly startled.

Qi Jia ran in a hurry, her nose was red, her hair was disheveled and messy, and the ends were still wet.

Wearing a school uniform with an open neckline, she has a very fair face, which is probably the reason why she rushed to the classroom in a hurry. For no reason, she has a cold temperament on her body.

People can't help but keep their eyes on her and be attracted by her.

Seeing her approaching, Jiang Xian came back to his senses.

"Why are you here so late, you're almost late." Jiang Xian stood up to give Qi Jia a seat, looking at her face.

"Ah..." Qi Jia raised her head in a daze, and didn't quite understand why Jiang Xian was talking to her.

Jiang Xian pursed his lips and said lightly, "You're going to be late."

Qi Jia said, "Not yet..." There should still be some time.

As soon as the voice fell, the class bell rang.

Qi Jia suddenly closed her mouth.

Fortunately, I caught up, otherwise it would be hard to explain why I was late.

Qi Jia crossed the river and sat on the seat, putting down her schoolbag.

Seeing the roster on his desk, I felt guilty, "You're recording being late again."

"En." Jiang Xian responded. He took the roster to the podium, looked at the empty seats in the classroom, and took notes to record the students who were late.

Qi Jia took out her Chinese language books to review, the monthly exam is coming soon, so she has to hurry up.

The morning self-study and the two lived in peace, and neither of them spoke, which was completely opposite to the situation last night.

It was faintly weird, Jiang Xian was cold and silent, and Qi Jia didn't take the initiative to speak.

She has always disliked reciting books, and most of the time she reads silently, and she can remember it after reading it a few times.

The third period was math class. Qi Jia sat upright and concentrated on listening to the lecture. Halfway through writing the notes, the pen ran out of ink. She flicked the pen and wrote again, but still nothing.

How did it disappear so quickly.

Qi Jia bit her lower lip, glanced secretly at the podium, then went to Jiang Xian, and poked his arm with the tip of a pen.

Jiang Xian looked down at her.

Qi Jia twisted the ends of her hair that were almost dry with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "Can you lend me a pen?"

Jiang Xian took a pen from the drawer and gave it to her.

Qi Jia took it, "Thank you."

"You haven't paid back what you borrowed last time."

Qi Jia was confused: "When did I borrow your pen..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered.

Indeed.

It was the last time someone sent a love letter to Jiang Xian, and her pen was out of ink, so she asked Jiang Xian to borrow one after class after exercises.

Indeed not yet.

Qi Jia felt a little guilty.

She looked at the pen in her hand, and then at her own.

The one that was used up was not Jiang Xian's, it should have been placed in the bedroom, her pens were all messed up, so she just took one to write with when she saw it.

"I see, I'll buy a new one and return it to you after class."

Jiang Xian moved his lips, wanting to say no, but he just happened to think of saying it casually.

In the next second, Qi Jia muttered angrily: "Be stingy, it's just a pen."

Jiang Xian: "..."

OK, let her pay it back.

As soon as get out of class was over, Qi Jia sprinted to the commissary, bought a box of pens, and gave him both the pens she borrowed from class and the pens she hadn't returned to Jiang Xian.

"The one you borrowed from me was supposed to be in my house. Is it okay for me to return you a new one?"

"No."

Jiang Xian took the pen and put the new pen in the pencil case.

Probably because Qi Jia was stimulated by Jiang Xian's unconscious words, she was a little angry, and turned her hands in a mess in the drawer.

Put a dozen colorful love letters on Jiang Xian's desk.

"I'll pay you back this too, I won't collect it for you."

It was after Qi Jia handed over the love letter to that girl before, she often came to find her, and even brought her little sister with her.

Qi Jia explained that Jiang Xian didn't know how to read it, and she refused to help deliver the love letter, but those girls didn't listen at all, and put the love letter into her hands no matter what.

Qi Jia had no choice but to accept the love letter.

Every time he received one, he threw one to Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian didn't even look at it, "You keep what you take."

The person who was confessed by the love letter didn't care, and Qi Jia didn't care even more. At first, she threw it in the trash can, but later she didn't bother to throw it in the trash can, so she kept it in the drawer.

Jiang Xian looked at the love letter in front of him, then went to look at Qi Jia, "Don't accept it from now on."

"I said no, they won't listen. It's better for you to say it yourself next time."

Qi Jia really couldn't understand why those girls could be so fanatical, knowing that they were rejected, and still persist in sending love letters.

Could it be that sincerity can touch Jiang Xian's heart?

Qi Jia doesn't believe it, Jiang Xian's heart is probably made of iron, he usually has a slumped face, how could he waste time on things like feelings.

"Row."

Qi Jia stared at his face, following his speech, involuntarily fixed her eyes on his mouth.

Qi Jia suddenly felt a little hot in his ears.

Turning away quickly, I really can't think about it.

Thinking about what happened in the infirmary before.

The boy's mouth is really soft.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing that her face was very red, Jiang Xian asked aloud.

"I'm fine!" Qi Jia raised her voice and retorted violently.

Not only Jiang Xian, but other people around were also taken aback, turning their heads to look over.

So Qi Jia's face turned even redder.

Qi Jia stood up, "Let me out quickly, I have to go to the bathroom."

Jiang Xian thought she was in a hurry, that's why he blushed, and quickly moved away from his seat.

Qi Jia rushed out of the classroom with her head down.

When I got outside the classroom, the autumn wind blew, and I became more awake, and the heat on my face gradually dissipated.

(End of this chapter)