After thinking this way, Ni Qingjia felt much more comfortable.
Ni Qingjia thought that she and Chen Jing would not have a positive encounter.
But one thing she missed was the damn elective.
The next day, the last elective class of this semester, Ni Qingjia stood at the door of the classroom, neither entering nor withdrawing.
It wasn't until the class bell was about to ring that I bit the bullet and went in.
After a semester of classes, everyone already had their own fixed seats, and Ni Qingjia couldn't even find someone to change seats.
She walked to the only vacant seat in the classroom and calmly cleared her throat: "Student Chen Jing, excuse me."
Chen Jing froze, and got up to make way for her.
Ni Qingjia went in and sat down beside him, scratching her hair angrily.
When I chose this course, I never thought that such a day would come.
The ambiguous partner became her ex-boyfriend who was hurt by her, and Ni Qingjia was so embarrassed.
Chen Jing sat upright.
There is only less than thirty centimeters between them, but this short distance is a gap that he is eager to cross.
Chen Jing felt that she was far away.
From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Ni Qingjia. She looked out the window, but didn't look at him at all. Chen Jing's whole body stiffened suddenly, the nib of the pen paused, and he forgot what to write next.
He stared at the paper, having a hard time not remembering what she had just said.
That was the first sentence she said to him after the breakup.
Be polite and polite.
He touched her whole body and penetrated into her. She once said sweetly to him, Brother Ah Jing, please cum on me.
But now, she said, classmate Chen Jing, excuse me.
Obviously sitting next to him, but my heart is far away.
Chen Jing felt uncomfortable again.
The paused pen blurred out a pool of black ink on the paper.
into his blood and heart.
He was lingering in a dark abyss.
Her voice saved him.
"Uh, do you have a pen?"
In the last minute, the teacher sent out the final quiz for the Sudoku elective course. Ni Qingjia never thought that there would be a symbolic exam at the end of this class. She didn't bring anything, so she could only ask Chen Jing to borrow it.
However, Chen Jing ignored her, Ni Qingjia touched her nose, and didn't ask any more questions.
Lie down on the table, looking at the nine grids on the test paper.
Forget it, she can't write anyway.
Blinking, a good-looking hand appeared in her sight, slender and neat, with well-defined joints, holding a black fountain pen, and gently placed it in front of her.
Ni Qingjia turned his head, but Chen Jing had already retracted his hand, his eyes fell on the quiz just issued, and he quickly calculated the answers.
Ni Qingjia whispered, "Thank you."
With a pen, she couldn't write either.
When the mind is idle, the hands cannot be idle.
Open the cap of the pen, put it on the end of the pen barrel, and turn it around with two fingers.
She doesn't turn the pen like Chen Jing, she just turns it back and forth mechanically.
Occasionally when inspiration strikes, fill in a few odd numbers.
After racking his brains to fill in half of the first question, Chen Jing was already writing the test paper he brought.
He placed the Sudoku paper on the upper left corner of the table, and Ni Qingjia could see the answer from the right angle.
Chen Jing's name was written sharply and vigorously, but the numbers were written neatly and neatly, without any alteration.
Ni Qingjia tilted his head, without doubting his accuracy, secretly copied everything.
Then close the pen cap, put it on Chen Jing's desk, and say again: "Thank you for your pen."
The tone was tinged with laughter, with a lightness that she didn't realize.
Chen Jing gave a "hmm" and wanted to turn his head to see her expression, but he couldn't bear to do so.
The wind outside the window lifted her long hair, and the ends of her hair lightly brushed against Chen Jing's school uniform.
Invisibly, her emotions entangled him again and again.
He could imagine Ni Qingjia's appearance at this time, with eyes bent and lips raised, bright and playful.
The crease between Chen Jing's eyebrows stretched unconsciously.
At least for this moment, she was by his side.
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