His Canary

Dong Ci didn't want to cry, but he couldn't stop the tears from watching the ironic transcript.

Her final salvation is gone ...

She always thought that as long as she was admitted to a class on her own, even if she agreed to the absurd request of Jing Rong, it was only to keep her heart a bit unsure. But now, the deal she agreed to directly took her into the abyss.

"Jing Rong, you said, you will let me into a class ..." Dong Ci knew what would happen if he said this, and knew that Jing Rong had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but she had no choice. Too.

Jing Rong filled the tears on his fingertips with his eyes, and looked down at the pair of watery eyes in his arms, his smile very enchanting. "Kiss me, I promise to let you enter the class smoothly."

Dong Ci stared at him staring blankly, and the tears in her big eyes were still falling unconsciously. She hesitated and reached out and hooked his neck.

Shivering, he pressed his lips against his thin lips, and Dong Ci's tears fell even harder between his lips.

She felt so bad and dirty, but when she thought of the loving mother behind her and her dead dad, she could only take a step forward. Perhaps, as Ci Ma said in her diary at the time: People can tolerate everything for life.

The difference is that Ci Ma is for life, and Dong Ci is for the future, and the unfulfilled dream of Ci Da.

"..."

When An Chengfeng found Yan Ningshuang, she was facing a daze in the direction of Jing Rong and Dong Ci.

"Look what?"

An Chengfeng bumped her and said impatiently. "Everyone is waiting for you to cut the cake. What are you doing here?"

Yan Ningshuang recovered, she blinked and suddenly looked up to him. "I was so gentle the first time I saw Jingrong."

"When he is in a good mood, he has always been gentle." An Chengfeng didn't take it seriously and pulled her and left. "Just go, go, when are you so interested in other people's affairs?"

He walked quickly, his steps were large, and Yan Ningshuang in high heels was almost dragged down by him. She stabilised her footsteps and shook An Chengfeng's hand away, her eyes returning to the coldness of the past.

"An Chengfeng, I have never been interested in other people's things, and the people I am interested in are always just you."

Anyone familiar with Jingrong knows that there is a heart of extreme indifference under his beautiful appearance, but just now, Yan Ningshuang witnessed the tender look of Jingrong in person for a moment. Although there was only a short moment, it was enough to surprise her.

At that time, the first person she thought of was An Chengfeng, and she suddenly wanted to ask him: Look, even a cold-hearted person like Jingrong has someone in his eyes, but what about you?

In your eyes, when will I be there?

An Chengfeng has gone far, he has always been so, and never stunned by her confession. He can be gentle with anyone, like anyone, and that person will never include her.

...

The second grade of high school is divided into two grades.

On the day of the start of the school, the crowd of students around the notice board, Dong Ci passed by, and heard someone strangely asked, "Hey? Isn't the class only recruiting the first 30 of the grade? How many more were this time?"

"Does this need to be said? Look at the names at the end. You haven't seen them on the score sheet before. At first glance, you went through the back door."

Dong Ci held the book tightly and stepped away quickly.

Since returning from that banquet, Dong Ci had a cold and had a high fever for several days in a row. Even the days of the New Year, he passed away ill.

She was extremely anxious during the few days before the start of school, especially when Jing Rong called to tell her that she had been placed in a class, she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart. I couldn't tell whether I was happy or unhappy, but I felt that my heart was always blocked, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She had a nightmare on the day of school, and when she woke up, she had a headache and emptiness. After measuring her body temperature, she discovered that she had a low fever again.

Fortunately, it wasn't particularly serious. After she simply took the medicine, she hurried to school.

This school has always been treated as a district, and the treatment for each class of each grade is always the best. This kind of good is not only reflected in equipment and teachers, but even the classrooms are set separately.

When Dong Ci arrived in the classroom, the class was already full. A buzzing piece in the classroom, she walked with her head down to find a place, but heard someone calling her at the back of the classroom.

"Xiaoci, come to us!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and Dong Ci felt that everyone's eyes were on her. She pursed her lips slightly and looked straight at the scene sitting by the window, only to find that he was sleeping on the table and did not look at her.

When An Chengfeng saw Dong Ci didn't move, he waved to her again and pointed to the empty space beside Jing Rong with a smile. "Come on, this is specially reserved for you by Arong."

This is the only place in the entire classroom. Dong Ci can feel how weird the people around her are looking at her, but he can only come to them with a scalp.

Jing Rong left her with the position inside, and if he wanted to go in, he had to shout him to make way for himself. She pursed her lips, stood in front of him and pushed his shoulders down, muttered. "Let me go in."

The classmates around were still looking at it curiously, but the man was lying on the table motionless, as if sleeping deeply. Dong Ci felt that he was teasing himself, and the strength in his hands could not help but increase a lot. "Don't pretend, you will let me in."

"That one……"

In fact, An Chengfeng wanted to remind her that Jing Rong was really asleep, but before she could speak, Jing Rong was woken by her.

"Are you looking for death?"

Jing Rong rubbed his forehead and straightened up from the table. The sleep in his eyes had not gone, but his eyes were cold. He didn't seem to be sober, and after seeing it for a while, he couldn't clearly see who was standing in front of him. He leaned back lazily and asked lowly. "Why did you come later than me?"

"Are you going to let me in?"

Jingrong looked down at the tiny gap between his legs and the table, and said lazily. "Isn't it for you?"

Let it go? Is this to let her walk over between his legs?

Dong Ci bit her lip. She heard someone around whispering and seemed to be discussing something. The buzzing sound made her head dizzy. She was just about to turn around and leave, but was caught by the person behind her.

"Okay, don't bother you anymore." Jing Rong stood up from the chair with a chuckle, and Dong Ci found out that he seemed to be a lot taller.

"Uncomfortable?"

Seeing her face pale, Jing Rong just opened her hand when she wanted to touch her forehead, she said lightly. "I'm fine."

She only wanted to make herself into a class, but forgot that Jingrong would also get into a class. She once heard Shi Ze said that although a class is a key class, there are no regulations on the number of seats. The teacher will not adjust the position, if you want to change, you can only find the classmates to negotiate.

Dong Ci looked at someone sitting next to her. She seemed to provoke him just now. At this time, Jing Rong was expressionless, holding a mobile phone and not knowing what she was doing.

"Hey……"

After thinking for a while, Dong Ci still reached out and pulled his sleeves. She felt that some words had to be clarified with him as soon as possible, but she flinched when she met his dark and dull eyes.

Jing Rong looked at her indifferently, pursed her lips and didn't speak. At first glance, she was in a bad mood. Dong Ciming knew that she shouldn't provoke him again at this time, but she glanced at the teacher who had just entered the door and licked the corner of her mouth. "That one……"

"Although we are at the same table now, I hope you don't talk to me when you are in class, and you don't want to bother me when I study ... is it okay?"

Jing Rong's eyes fell on her tugging on his sleeve. He didn't pay attention to Dong Ci's words, but the look on his face was a little colder than before.

"From now on, don't touch me."

He unceremoniously waved Dong Ci's hand from himself and put his eyes down on his mobile phone with his eyes down. From the side, Dong Ci saw a long shadow on his long eyelashes, making him more indifferent.

Although Dong Ci was a little afraid of the appearance of this state, she was eager to do this every day at school. Because only in this state, he would quietly not disturb her.

...

One class is indeed the top class that the school focuses on. The teachers invited are the best in the school. There are even several excellent teachers hired from outside, and they are only taught in this class.

A group of top students concentrated on class, the content of the class is also different from other classes. Because these are the best students, so the teacher will not be too detailed in the basic aspects, which makes Dong Ci sound a bit difficult.

I don't know if it was because of illness or if I had problems with the medicine I took. Dong Ci felt that he couldn't lift his dizzy eyelids halfway through the class. She opened her eyes and looked at the blackboard in front of her. She bowed her head to take notes, her head fell, and she almost fell asleep.

"Let me talk about some common points of college entrance examination to students ..."

The teacher's voice was blurry. Dong Ci tried hard to stay awake, but every time he opened his eyes and recovered, he found several traces on the notebook.

If you ca n’t sleep, you have to listen to the class ...

Dong Ci shook his head, his eyes inadvertently falling on Jing Rong beside him, only to find that he was holding a pen down to write something, and the half of his face was exquisite and handsome. He occasionally raised his head to look at the blackboard, and the look of seriousness and concentration seemed to be-listening.

Is he studying?

Dong Ci thought vaguely, but his eyelids were getting darker and deeper. Finally, his eyes were dark, and he fell into darkness.

Jing Rong's hand with the formula was written, and his eyes fell, slowly moving to someone beside him who had fallen asleep. He swiped the pen quickly at his fingertips, and after a sneer he resumed the class.

Do n’t you not let me talk to you in class to disturb your study?

Well, the teacher is here, and you do n’t want me to call you up.