Destined To Love You

November Seventh Middle School ushered in the half-term exam.

For the students in No. 7 Middle School, the exam is like a battlefield, and everyone is preparing for this more important exam. Zhao Nuancheng, who is usually alive and kicking, also read the book honestly.

Before school, the class teacher Fan Huiyin said: "There will be a half-term exam tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You are a class of students, and you will be staring at what other classes will be. If there are more, I won't say much. Other teachers have also explained. I'll just talk about the precautions for speaking English. English is almost a multiple-choice question, so you must pay attention to filling in the machine readable card so that you do not make mistakes...

She talked about a lot of precautions seriously, and then said to class leader Guan Xiaoye: "When school is over, arrange for classmates to clean up and paste the admission ticket number."

Because of the change of classrooms, there are also extra rows of desks in the classroom.

There are only 30 people in an examination room, and almost half of the desks have to be moved to the empty classrooms upstairs.

Guan Xiaoye packed up her schoolbag and came over with a straight face: "This time it's the eighth classmates of the fifth group to arrange their seats. Please pay attention when school is over."

She gave Fu Wenfei the admission ticket number sticker: "I'll share this for you. I'm going home to read."

"A person in our group has asked for leave."

"That's no way, other people share the burden. Or you can see if others are willing to help."

Fu Wenfei is a handsome boy and the deputy monitor of the first class. His grades are much better than Guan Xiaoye, he nodded, his eyes showing a little disgust for Guan Xiaoye.

Guan Xiaoye is thin and rigid, like an old-fashioned Republican from a book. He doesn't look very good, and always likes to give orders after being a squad leader.

Fu Wenfei, a boy, was very dissatisfied.

When the classmates were almost gone, he greeted the fifth group to clean up. A classmate in their group took sick leave. Cleaning the classroom and moving the table was originally hard work, so other students naturally refused to help.

There are seven people left, and Meng Ting is among them.

There are also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Meng Ting's deskmate Hong Hui.

Several people have to move the tables upstairs first.

Zhao Nuancheng said with a bitter face: "Oh my god, there are 30 tables in total. Seven of us move, and at least each of us must move four. From the second floor to the fifth floor, I'm going crazy thinking about it. "

The desks in No. 7 Middle School were made of heavy wood, and some of the desks had lost paint that year, and they were mottled and very ugly.

Meng Ting was also a little sad, and she smiled comfortingly at Zhao Nuancheng: "It's okay, take your time."

A group of people cleaned up first, when the dust was all over the sky. Zhao Nuancheng and Meng Ting found a watering can to sprinkle water.

Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times and fanned it with her hand. Suddenly, her eyes brightened to pull Lameng to listen.

Meng Ting turned her head, Liu Xiaoyi said excitedly: "Meng Ting, look outside, is it Fu Wenfei and Shen Yuqing?"

Fu Wenfei was completely different from the rigid Guan Xiaoye, his delicate face was full of blush, and he came back and took out his notebook. Give it to Shen Yuqing.

Shen Yuqing smiled like a flower, not knowing what he said, Fu Wenfei blushed.

Liu Xiaoyi tutted: "Shen Yuqing is really charming, she also won for a nerd like our class. Isn't Fu Wenfei quite upright. But isn't Shen Yuqing's ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? Put Jiang Ren on the back, and now I am engaged with Fu Wenfei."

Meng Ting shook his head amusedly, the big business of moving the table in the class has already begun.

Every girl has to move four tables.

When Liu Xiaoyi thought of this, even the gossip was gone. Resigned to his fate, he picked up a table and staggered upstairs.

The wooden table was heavy, and Meng heard that he was out of breath when he moved one back and forth.

Hong Hui, the man with glasses at her desk, also had a bad face and was too heavy to go to the fifth floor. He was a boy who felt extremely strenuous and couldn't help but complain about the team member who asked for leave.

Zhao Nuancheng is depressed, and there is nothing to say about taking care of girls when moving the table. There is too much work, everyone can only move together.

At that time, in mid-November, it had been 40 minutes since No.7 Middle School was over, and only a few birdsong could be heard on campus, which was crisp and sweet. The ginkgo was yellow, and a few leaves fluttered down.

Meng Ting moved the table for the second time. When he put the table down to catch his breath, he saw an unexpected person.

Jiang Ren lazily leaned on the corridor on the third floor to smoke.

The wind moved his silver hair, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air.

Meng Ting didn't know why he was here, so he pretended not to see him. Yan Hao struggled to lift the table and wanted to keep going up.

She has a slender figure and a pitiful frailty.

He couldn't help but smile, put out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can. Then he walked up to her in a few steps and took the heavy wooden table easily with one hand. Meng Ting lighted his hand.

"Where to move?"

He carried the table on his shoulders, with a relaxed expression, as if it had no weight.

The young man with silver hair was ostentatious, with a smell of stubbornness: "Speak, good student."

Meng Ting was a little flustered: "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Ren frowned: "Be honest with Laozi, I think you are on the fifth floor, right."

Others have long legs, carrying a table, and walking upstairs as easily as carrying a plastic bag.

Meng Ting followed behind him.

He has a faint smell of smoke, and it is difficult to quit his addiction because of his mania. When his mood fluctuates, he smokes to calm him down.

Meng Ting didn't know how Jiang Ren would move the table for herself. If someone saw her, she would not be able to tell.

When he reached the fifth floor, Jiang Ren stopped and put down the table. The breeze brushed her hair gently, and Meng heard that he had moved up without saying anything, so he could only whisper, "Thank you."

She wanted to move into 508 by herself, before bending down, Jiang Ren scoffed: "The man is working, the woman is watching. Go next."

His mind is so good, even if Meng can't hear where to move in, he can see where the empty tables are stacked.

After Jiang Ren moved one, his breath was not disturbed, and asked her, "How many more?"

Meng Ting was a little flustered, she would rather move by herself.

Can Jiang Ren stay away from her?

She didn't speak, for fear that people would see it, she turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

Jiang Ren smiled angrily.

Damn, don't know well.

He held her wrist, the wrist in his palm was slender and soft.

"Afraid to see? I won't go to your class anymore. I'll wait for you at the stairs on the second floor. You move over there."

He raised his chin slightly and pointed out the other way to Meng Ting. Going up from there, although it's a little far away, the classmates won't run into it.

"You let me go, I can move by myself." Meng Ting was ashamed and angry, his cheeks a little red.

The November breeze gently brushed her forehead, and her soft white face was filled with cherry powder.

He laughed, unreasonably: "Don't make trouble with me, I'll be there waiting for you, if you don't come, I will go to your class to find you."

Meng Ting started crying. She did nothing, didn't mess with him.

When Meng Ting went downstairs, he met Hong Hui. Hong Hui's face was pale, he put down the table again and raised his eyes, panting heavily, as if he was so tired that he was going to heaven.

Take a few steps and take a few breaths, breathing like a bellows.

Zhao Nuancheng followed him and saw Meng Ting, crying with grief: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, and there are two tables. This is simply not human work. My legs trembled. Are you okay? "

Meng Ting: "..."

When she went to the classroom and moved the table out, she turned her head and saw Jiang Shinobu on another stairway.

Meng Ting turned his head. In their classroom, deputy monitor Fu Wenfei was talking and laughing with Shen Yuqing. Shen Yuqing was sitting at Fu Wenfei's table and flipping through his notes.

Jiang Ren is not joking, if she doesn't go there, he will really come.

If he comes...

Tomorrow the whole school will tell about Shen Yuqing, Jiang Ren, Fu Wenfei... and some messes about himself.

Meng Ting gritted his teeth and had to move the table to the top of the stairs.

Move if you like, you are exhausted, you unreasonable bastard.

Jiang Ren chuckled and walked away with ease on the table.

What a teenager has is strength.

When he finished moving both of them, his expression remained the same. But Zhao Nuancheng and the others have not come back, the air is refreshing, and a black ant on the balcony is busy moving forward.

Meng Ting sat on the stairs with his hands on his knees, ashamed and ashamed in his heart.

Her classmates are working, and she...

Jiang Ren stood in front of her: "Anything else?"

Meng Ting shook her head, she raised her eyes, thinking you go. The corners of his lips raised: "How can I thank me, good student."

Meng Ting thought he was shameless.

"I didn't let you move, I can do it myself."

His eyebrows sank, because the sword eyebrows were stiff, so he gave people a ferocious breath: "Why, don't you admit it?"

She thought of Jiang Ren chasing the car, afraid that he would hit her.

He was unreasonable at first.

Meng Ting reached out and touched his pocket.

Then she took out a five-yuan note, and she whispered: "Then I'll ask you to drink water." She has always been very poor, and there are only five yuan all over her body.

He looked down at the five dollars.

The hand holding it is very beautiful, slender and white, and light blue blood vessels can still be seen faintly. It seemed so delicate that he could die with a pinch.

"Send a beggar with five dollars?"

Meng Ting felt a little wronged.

What's wrong with five yuan? It's a lot. In this year, you can buy five ice creams for one yuan. You can also eat dumplings.

He squatted, knelt down in front of her, and shouted with a smile: "Meng listen."

"Huh?" She raised her eyes to look at him.

"Don't need your money, come to see me play on Friday after school." He said, "Do you understand?"

Friday is the basketball league, all high schools in city h will participate. Because Licai Vocational College is the largest and most up-to-date, the playground is located there.

Meng Ting squeezed his five yuan, is Jiang Renque crazy for fans?

She doesn't like watching basketball.

"I have an exam on Friday."

The smile in his eyes faded away, and his tone was cold: "When you finish the exam, the competition is not over. Your school will also participate."

She glanced at him suspiciously.

He said, "So, you must come."

No matter who you want to cheer for, you have to come.

Only when he comes can he see how he hangs on the nerds in No. 7 Middle School.