Destined To Love You

Jiang Ren stood up in class with such a big movement that the whole class watched.

The girl who was still applying makeup put down the foundation puff and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Jiang Ren?"

"I don't know." The tablemate smiled gleefully, "Old Fu's nose is almost crooked."

The face of the Chinese teacher was green and white.

Mainly outside leaders and principals are patrolling, and there is such a big movement in their class, should he scold Jiang Ren? Not cursing is definitely not enough. When a teacher is a teacher, there is no fear of students, but Jiang Ren hit the class teacher before, but there was nothing wrong with it. The school even changed the original head teacher. This incident made all teachers feel a shadow.

Teacher Fu bit the bullet and said, "Jiang Ren! Are you still in class, are you abiding by discipline? Stand out and listen!"

Jiang Ren didn't say a word for a while, and didn't move.

Teacher Fu said: "Since you decide to listen to the class in the classroom, please listen carefully and don't disturb other students' study."

Jiang Ren picked up his translation paper and dictionary and went out.

He Junming couldn't do it curiously, what was written on it, he also ran out.

The principal was in the hallway, carrying his hands on his back and teaching them: "What's the matter! I don't take the school seriously!"

He Junming smiled and said: "Good principal, good dean! Good teachers, we know we are wrong, we are at the penalty station and deeply reflect on our mistakes."

The principal looked at them suspiciously, Jiang Ren bends his lips and said loudly, "I'm going to reflect!"

The principal finally left, and Teacher Fu was also relieved.

He Junming leaned over to look: "What are you looking at, Brother Ninja?"

Jiang Ren said: "Get up and go back to your classroom."

He Junming has never seen Jiang Ren being so stingy: "Look at less meat."

"Ok."

He Junming couldn't help but didn't dare to take a peek, so he entered the classroom by himself. A few of them looked through the window and saw Jiang Ren standing in the corridor carefully looking through the dictionary, what they were still writing.

He Han said: "Brother Ninja just saw something and the reaction was so big."

He Junming said: "I caught a string of bird words."

Fang Tan thought for a while: "Meng gave him the homework?"

Few people can't think of a name.

But He Junming sighed, Ninja brother has been here for almost a year, and when he first came, he hit the teacher in the class and the whole class was upset. Jiang Ren didn't explain anything. When someone came to the teaching office, he continued to sleep on the table.

Only He Junming, who was at the table with him, saw it.

When that teacher is in class, he always likes to ride girls on the shoulders, and he calls them topics.

In the first week of Jiang Ren's vocational high school, the teacher's finger rubbed the chest of one of the oldest girls in their class. The girl's eyes were red, but she did not dare to say anything.

Jiang Ren, who was chewing gum, stood up on the spot, raised his chair and gave it to the original teacher.

At that time, I was still studying and reading, and the whole class was confused.

No one knew what happened, and the girl who was later helped by Jiang Ren did not stand up to speak.

Jiang Ren didn't care, he might not even remember the girl's name, but He Junming was deeply impressed by this incident. The teacher used to have bad ethics, but when he left, most of the class were also happy.

At that time, when the principal dealt with this matter, Jiang Ren just sneered, without explaining a word, his eyes were cold and gloomy.

He Junming told the whole story and the original head teacher was fired.

The principal apologized in embarrassment, and Brother Shino took his coat and put it on his shoulders and left without turning his head back.

And just now, Jiang Ren said in a loud voice that when he was reflecting, his eyes seemed to be covered with fine light. It is completely different from the cold and gloomy teenager who came to the vocational high school more than half a year ago.

He Junming couldn't help but sigh, love is so great.

He quickly finished the translation of a few English poems. Because I read the "answer" in advance, there are no signs of "answer".

Jiang Ren carefully read all the English in a poem for the first time.

They are not that difficult.

When school is over, the sky is already dark.

The lights in the teaching building also went out one by one.

Meng Ting was writing questions in the classroom. The monitor, Guan Xiaoye, had a sense of crisis. Didn't she, the number one in the class worked so hard that she was so nervous that she couldn't sleep lately, and she was only in the second grade.

"Meng Ting, you must remember to close the windows." In summer, I was afraid of rain coming in from the windows.

"it is good."

Halfway through Meng's dictation, the classmates left.

The light above Meng Ting's head was still turned on in their classroom.

She is wearing a white school uniform from No. 7 Middle School, with an artistic word seven on the sleeve, which is the last step of the calculation. The coolness of the air conditioner has not disappeared yet, and her black pen writes the answer x=2 on the paper.

Her hands lightly covered her eyes.

Meng Ting stretched out his hand to break it apart: "Jiang Ren."

He couldn't help laughing: "How did you know it was me." He let go of his hand and put his arms on her desk.

Meng Ting bent his eyes: "I heard your footsteps."

"I'll hand in my homework."

Her eyelashes trembled, and she was a little embarrassed to think of the poem: "No, don't hand it in, just write it."

Jiang Ren smiled softly: "Little teacher, you say you get a reward for doing it right. Lie to me?"

The teaching building is quiet, just the two of them.

His pupils are pitch black, with countless smiles.

Meng Ting bit his lip: "Then give it to me."

He gave her the paper.

Jiang Ren was scribbled and big. Much like his character. At the beginning, she taught him mathematics at first and wrote answers to the questions.

He couldn't figure out that the English translation was not needed, and he even wrote a regular answer in the translation.

At the back of the answer is his love letter in Chinese characters.

Meng Ting's ears were hot.

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes: "What you said, you can do anything right."

The cicadas cried from the plane tree.

The teacher inspecting the teaching building took a flashlight and checked the doors and windows one by one. The footsteps are still downstairs.

However, at night like this, it was especially clear.

His eyes were too bright, Meng Ting stood up, not daring to look at him, his face was so burnt: "Teacher is here, can you go ahead?"

Jiang Ren bends his lips: "Okay."

He closed the last window and walked to the door: "Come here."

Meng Tingshu breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiang Ren raised his hand and turned off the last light, and the classroom was completely dark.

He pulled his hand and the door closed in front of him.

When the teacher walked to the third floor, the flashlight was shining. In the darkness, Meng Ting was a little nervous before.

Jiang Ren led her up the stairs on the other side.

Finally avoided meeting with the teacher.

Until she walked to the place waiting for the bus, the night breeze gently brushed her face, her heartbeat was still fast.

Meng Ting's bus home has not come yet.

Looking at each other, he didn't offer the reward he wanted again, but he looked surprisingly serious: "Why wrote that poem?"

He speaks very well tonight, but also very difficult to speak. Meng Ting clenched his fingers nervously, and didn't lie to him: "I saw you standing for a long time last night."

She looked down at the toe of her shoe and said softly: "You haven't slept well in a long time."

His heart was sweet and soft, and finally there was a slight astringency, Jiang Ren lifted her chin: "Look at me Meng Ting."

She raised her eyes to look at him, Xing's eyes were wet, and the light of the street lamp next to the station made her white cheeks glow.

"Don't say it lightly in the future, and don't write it like this." He said softly, but solemnly in his eyes, "I will take it seriously. You know?"

If he took it seriously, she didn't like him that much, Jiang Ren couldn't bear it.

He did not ask her to love himself as he loved her. When people have hope, they will keep asking for it without being satisfied.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Meng is so angry.

For the first time in her life, she mustered up the courage to write love poems to someone, hoping that he would be happy, and that he would sleep well at night, not to get sick, not to worry. But he taught her not to write nonsense.

How much he despised himself, and how much he didn't believe her.

She was angry and looked at him with a pair of clean and transparent eyes. He didn't say a word, didn't answer whether he knew.

Jiang Ren smiled and said, "But I made the translation question. You said you promised me a condition, so you hug me and say good night to me?"

He opened his arms, hoping that she would plunge into his arms.

The night breeze was cool, and Meng Ting blinked and died of grievance.

She wanted to tell him that there was no nonsense.

She also quietly read a lot of English poems in the bed, and wrote those poems with a girl's heart. Even if she is a Xueba, the puppy love is not without influence, she is so upset that Jiang Ren has entered her life.

She couldn't help but laugh in class, wondering how he reacted when translating.

Then work harder to fill the time occupied by Jiang Ren.

But when he faced himself, he was so unconfident. I was probably happy for a while, then frowned fiercely.

He still wants her to hold him, so she won't hold him!

Jiang Ren realized that she was unhappy, and the bus she was going home slowly drove over. He touched the girl's soft hair: "Okay, don't hug or hug, go home. I'll come to you again on Friday night. "

Friday is the day when Meng listened to him to make up lessons.

During the day, he said that he would try not to come to her school to find her in the future. It seemed that he planned to keep his promise.

"Jiang Ren."

"Ok?"

"I didn't look down on you." She pulled the corner of his clothes, her eyes bright, "You can come if you want. It's best not to go to class. I'm not afraid that others will know that we are together."

Jiang Ren looked at her unexpectedly.

When he was in elementary school, there were also girls with very good grades in his class. They were just punished to stand or be called. They were so big in Jiang Ren's eyes that they also blushed, and finally they were extremely ashamed and sad. Cry straight.

"If this is a mistake, I accept punishment." She said, "but I promised you a long time ago and will never give up easily."

She grew up so rebellious. If you want to punish, then punish, don't break up anyway.

As the bus drove over, the leaves overhead moved slightly.

Jiang Ren had memorized the poems and classical Chinese for a long time, and got such a promise. He was accustomed to paying nothing. Whether it was because he hurt Wen Rui seriously, broke up with Jiang Dong, or beat the teacher who had no morality, he didn't care about other people's opinions and didn't bother to explain.

But it was the first time I saw someone so serious, saying that he would never give up easily.

Meng Ting crumpled the corners of his clothes to tell him that he was angry. Even angry, it is too cute.

Her voice was soft and sweet: "Besides, you will protect me, won't you?" When she said this, her cheeks were red, but her eyes were bright.

She has a serious face: "I don't feel scared at all."

Because you are here, you have armor.

He was silent for a long time, his Adam's apple moved: "Yeah."

The driver's master murmured: "You can't get in the car, little girl."

Jiang Ren looked at her too.

She hurriedly responded: "Yes."

Carrying his schoolbag, he walked several steps. Jiang Ren was still looking at her, and a car of people was looking at them. Youth tsk.

Under the street lamp, the girl was too pretty.

The boy was cold and prickly.

Did he believe it or not?

Stubborn teenagers hate it the most!

Meng Ting bit his lip.