Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After a long time,

Yun Si finally slept on her own bed again.

Next to her is the boy holding her quietly, Grandma Xiangxiang’s,

It's like a freshly baked lamb that can be touched and kneaded.

He seemed very happy too, his head kept pushing against her,

He wanted to be completely in her arms, not even leaving his fingers outside.

After so many years, the boy has never changed.

The initial abuse did not seem to leave a deep shadow in his heart.

He is always well-behaved and has a good temper.

Unlike Jiang Helian in his previous life, he was as perverted and cruel as a snake.

Yun Si lay on her side, hugging him, gently rubbing his head, thinking long and hard.

She was thinking that the perverted Jiang Helian was just part of his nature.

She shouldn't see him as a complete Jiu Ge.

Just like Song Jing, he is soft and well-behaved, which is also part of Jiu Ge.

Therefore, she shouldn't be afraid of him.

Yun Si held the boy in her arms, lowered her head, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

It was as if a heavy burden in my heart had finally fallen to the ground, and I was relieved.

The dumb boy, after being kissed by her, consciously raised his head and kissed her in a decent manner.

"Reciprocity is reciprocated."

he said slowly.

In the second semester of the third year of junior high school, the boy was sixteen years old.

After the city's second high school entrance exam simulation test, Yun Si ranked first in the city again.

And Song Jing was still second to last in the class.

After the test results were released, Song Jing was called to the class teacher's office.

The head teacher found him alone and wanted to talk to him.

However, even though Zhou Simin had informed the teacher in advance, saying that her brother at home might be slow to respond, he asked the teacher to be more patient.

The head teacher still felt powerless when facing him.

He was too quiet and would just stand there with his head down and not speak.

The head teacher asked him anything, but he didn't answer.

An An lowered his head quietly and twisted his fingers, feeling dull and dull.

He doesn't jump up and down like a bad student, and his attitude is very correct, making it difficult for people to find any mistakes.

It can also be seen that it is not that he does not want to answer, but that he needs a certain amount of time to think.

Finally, the helpless head teacher waved to him, indicating that he could leave.

The boy stood there for a while.

After realizing what the teacher meant, he slowly bent over, turned around, and left the office.

After he left the office, the head teacher looked at his stable second-to-last results every time and let out a long sigh.

If this continues, there is a high probability that he will not be admitted to high school.

"Squad leader, go call Wang Jiajia."

After looking for the second to last one, it’s time to find the last one.

The head teacher turned to the last page of the report card.

On the other side, Song Jing stood there for a while after walking out of the office.

After thinking for a moment, he walked slowly to the toilet.

At this time, class has begun.

There was no one in the corridor.

Their class is a self-study class, so there is no need to rush back.

The boy drank too much water just now, so he wanted to go to the toilet.

After using the toilet, he stood in front of the sink and washed his hands quietly and carefully.

After washing his hands, he took out a tissue and wiped them.

When I was lowering my head to wipe it clean, several boys appeared at the door of the toilet.

The boys were carefree, holding cigarettes in their mouths, laughing and playing around.

He was wearing Shamat-style clothes and his hair was dyed yellow.

It looked like he had skipped class and was going to hide in the toilet to smoke.