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    Chapter 22

    The dormitory is too noisy. Others play games and watch movies online, or chat with their long-distance boyfriends and hold on to their phones for a long time. Chen Wan can only hide in the library for most of her free time.

    A few days ago, she asked He Xinmei about the comprehensive evaluation criteria for the scholarship. He Xinmei almost killed all her hopes with a few words, "You? No chance! First, you are not a class leader, second, you are not very involved in various activities, and third, you have not participated in  Have you won any awards in any school competition? No? Then there is no chance."

    Chen Wan originally planned to get a scholarship and save enough money to pay the tuition for the next semester. If she had more money, she could help her younger brother Xiaoyu. Hearing He Xinmei's decisive tone, she immediately grimaced.  Ning Xiaoya gave her an idea: "Aren't you helping in the department office? Go hang out in front of the department chair more often and make yourself familiar. Your grades have always been top-notch. As long as someone talks to you, you will be awarded a second or third class.  It¡¯s totally fine.¡±

    She did not claim to be arrogant, but she was used to being alone, so she gave up her thoughts.  Ning Xiaoya said that her grades were top-notch, but in fact, she had been busy working part-time for the past six months and had missed a lot of schoolwork.  Although it¡¯s still early for the final exam, if you don¡¯t work hard now, you will still have to work hard before the exam.

    It started to rain at noon and continued until the evening.  The humid air is mixed with the smell of earth and the unique fragrance of paper and ink in the library, and it is quiet and peaceful.  She felt relieved. When someone sat next to her and took the seats reserved for He Xinmei and the others, she looked up with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, there is"

    The smile froze on his lips.  The dark eyes of the person next to her were staring at her, not missing him.

    She turned her face away, pretending to be calm and continued reading, but her fingers couldn't help but tighten the pages under her fingers.

    Her look with her eyes lowered in thought is full of static beauty. Her hair seems to have just been washed and tied up in a bunch at the back of her head. Her ears under the black hair are as clear as jade in the shadow of the lamp.  He didn't know whether his previous depression was soothed by the quiet atmosphere around him or submerged by the moist air. He just thought it would be good to just look at her without speaking.

    She felt like a thorn in her back. How could she concentrate on the book?  There seems to be a blockage in the chest, which is a combination of irritability, shame, and impatience. It cannot be cleared away if it is not smoothed out.  After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing here? Are you free? You run east every day."

    "I'm here to see Song Shuyu." He looked at his surroundings and avoided contact with her accusing eyes.

    Only a ghost can believe it!  "You're looking in the wrong place."

    "Yes." He admitted.

    ¡­His unhesitating answer silenced her, and it would be even more pointless to talk about the topic she was avoiding.

    "It's time to turn the page."

    "Huh?" She raised her head.

    "I said, you've been reading this page for more than ten minutes, it's time to turn to the next page." He reminded me kindly, with a faint smile on his lips.

    ¡­It¡¯s not time to turn the page, it¡¯s time to hit him on the head.

    "I upset you?" he laughed at her in a low voice.

    "I'm upset but not distracted. What's your surname? You think too highly of yourself."

    The coldness and alienation in her words made the ridicule in his heart dissipate like ashes, and his interest suddenly lost. He wanted to stand up and leave immediately but was a little reluctant to leave. The feeling of being dragged by her without control was even more irritating.  "I'm here to spoil you, please." Although he was talking to himself, his voice was a bit loud and angry. He didn't know whether he was angry with her or himself.

    Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of curious eyes circling around after hearing the sound, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed.  He packed up the things on the table with a straight face and refused to say another word.  When I walked outside the library, I got angry at him who was following him: "Are you done? I thought we made it clear. Do you know that the more you do this, the more annoying you become?"

    "Don't I hate you, Mr. Fang? You're a gangster who looks like a punching bag. What else do you do well besides being strong enough to fight? Look at how serious you are with a straight face every day, and you don't even blink when you lie.  What kind of neighbor, brother, and good friend can coax me so much that they don¡¯t get tired of meeting people like cats?" Last night, the two of them stayed together at the east gate for more than ten minutes. When they left, she was still  Look back every step of the way.  How about singing a farewell song in front of him?  Depend on!

    "What does it have to do with you? You have no control over it!" After saying that, she was stunned and asked: "Are you following me?"

    He stood there stiffly and said nothing.  She was indescribably bored and frustrated, and after a long time she asked him in a weak voice: "What do you want?"

    She seemed to have asked a question that even he himself did not know the answer to. He just stood there and stared at her with an extremely complicated look in his eyes, without saying a word.  The cool air at night, with the humidity after the rain and the fragrance of unknown plants, filled the silent room between the two people., three people rubbed their bellies after eating.

    The table is covered with a crisp white starched tablecloth, and the small glass candles are extremely cute. People in the distance are talking in whispers, and the sound of the crystal glasses clinking is sweet and clear.  Withdrawing her curious gaze, she realized that Jiang Xiaowei had been observing her with her lips pursed.  "I made you laugh." She rubbed her hands under the table.

    "First time here?"

    She nodded.  "The environment at home is not good, so"

    "Like me, children from poor families have already become masters." Jiang Xiaowei nodded with understanding, her fingertips gently swirling on the rim of the red wine glass, "You should be smarter and more sensible than me. At least you won't get pregnant out of wedlock like me.  And he gave birth to the child so stupidly.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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