Chapter 52

Sometimes, very occasionally, Tao Zhi would feel that Jiang Qihuai showed a very different personality from his own, or even very contradictory gentleness.

Ji Fan and his group were red in front of a pot of fat cows. Fu Xiling had already eaten his fill and was playing with his cell phone next to him. No one noticed their actions and heard them talking.

Tao Zhi even stopped breathing, stared at him blankly, and the cups collided, and they collided almost silently. She had done the paper cup for her that she had no courage to do.

It was controlled by Jiang Qihuai.

She didn't expect Jiang Qihuai to take the initiative to do something or say. She was the one who chased him, and he was a person of this kind of personality. Tao Zhi was mentally prepared and he might not be so active and she would take the dominance.

Tao Zhi had already thought about it.

After the final exam, she took the initiative to hold hands with him.

Jiang Qihuai's hand holding the cup had already been pulled away, but Tao Zhi's gaze was still following. She stared at the mouth of the paper cup without blinking.

Jiang Qihuai noticed her gaze and paused with a cup: "What are you looking at?"

Tao Zhi's eyes were still on it, he raised his hand, pointed his index finger, and whispered: "Don't you drink?"

The boy's eyelids jumped as she said.

Tao Zhi opened his eyes, his ears became hot, and he murmured in a low voice: "Even if you don't drink, it's nothing."

Jiang Qihuai stared at her red ears for a moment and smiled.

He raised his hand, pressed his index finger against her forehead and poked it gently: "If I drink it, will you be so popular here?"

There was a circle of people on the table around him, and his movement felt unconcealed intimacy.

Although he would knock on her head when the two of them hadn't confirmed their relationship before, Tao Zhi began to feel guilty after changing the relationship.

She pulled his fingertips very guiltyly and pulled them off.

The little girl's gentle palm only held his fingertips, pulled it away and pulled it under the table, pinching it like a coquettish, and in just a few seconds, she let out her hands, then picked up the chopsticks, pretending to be nothing, continued to chew her cabbage gang.

Jiang Qihuai hung his hand under the table, stopped for several seconds, and then slowly rubbed his thumb against the place where the index finger had just been held.

She was obviously not strong, but he felt his fingertips were a little numb.

Fu Xiling next to him turned his head away, Ji Fan rolled his eyes, and Jiang Zhengxun silently turned his gaze back to the fat bull in the pot. The three of them pretended to be blind in a tacit understanding.

Nothing was seen.

I didn't notice the interaction between the two of them just now as if no one was watching.

Only Zhao Mingqi and Li Shuangjiang were dancing fiercely, focusing on the fat cow.

Jiang Zhengxun sighed, thinking that sometimes it’s great to live a fool, and he doesn’t have to eat enough hot pot and is forced to eat another dog food.

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After nearly eight o'clock, there was nothing left in the electric cooking pot except for some base soup. Everyone began to clean the battlefield, each performing their duties to destroy the body.

Fu Xiling wiped the blackboard, Li Shuangjiang picked up the strings of lights, and Zhao Mingqi held the pot and poured the remaining hot pot soup into the toilet.

The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the snowflakes were picked off, and the classroom was restored to its original appearance, as if the presumptuous act of Christmas just now was just something they imagined in their minds.

Li Shuangjiang patted his belly with a bulging food, and he was a little regretful: "I should have taken a few photos just now."

"I took a photo," Fu Xiling said.

Li Shuangjiang's eyes lit up: "Then you post to the small group tonight."

Fu Xiling nodded: "Go home and send me a message, I'll adjust the color."

After struggling until now, everyone is a little tired and sits at the table and chats for a while.

There was no one in the second-year high school teaching building at this time, and a sudden sound of footsteps came from the corridor. Zhao Mingqi's ears were pointed. He heard it first. He raised his hand and Li Shuangjiang immediately shut up.

The security guard hummed a song and walked slowly forward from the stairs to check whether there were any students in each classroom staying at school.

Tao Zhi first reacted, and fell down like a boneless person and quickly got under the table. Zhao Mingqi instantly ran to the door and slapped the lights out with a slap.

It suddenly became dark in the classroom.

In the darkness, Jiang Qihuai felt his school uniform jacket being pulled suddenly, and the gravity went down, and he slid downward.

He lowered his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the girl's black eyes were bright, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, so she only looked at him.

Jiang Qihuai understood and followed him obediently.

In the row in front of them, Li Shuangjiang was lying flat on the chair, while Fu Xiling was still panicking slowly. Ji Fan pulled his neck and hooked it down, and Zhao Mingqi flashed into the shadow of the corner of the door.

The security guard hummed an old song that left the tune, and his footsteps were getting closer and closer until he reached the door of class one.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

Everyone held their breath.

"Why does it smell like hot pot..." Outside the classroom, the security guard stood at the door and said in confusion. He leaned his head in and looked in. There was nothing unusual, and he raised his foot and walked forward again.

Several people sucked their screens under the table and chairs. Tao Zhi raised his hand and pulled Jiang Qihuai's school uniform. The two of them were separated by the table bars, and their eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. The girl's white face became clear under the moonlight.

The footsteps of the security guard were getting farther and farther away until the sound was gradually no longer heard.

Tao Zhi looked at him, his eyes bent, blinking at him in an unknown way.

Jiang Qihuai was stunned.

The next second, her fingers pulling his school uniform suddenly released, slid down the sleeve tube, grabbed his hand, pushed the chair away and stood up.

The sound of the table and chair being knocked open made a rustling sound, and Tao Zhili ignored it, held his hand and turned around and rushed out of the classroom.

The corridor was also turned off, and the moonlight shone in through the glass window like silver sand. Her steps were light and fast, like a flexible and agile cat, quickly passing through the corridor, running down the stairs, and running out of the gate of the teaching building.

She leaned against the pillar at the door, laughing while gasping for breath: "Don't you come out before the security guard, he will lock the door later."

Jiang Qihuai stood beside her, without saying a word, but lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the two holding each other.

Her hand was a small one, barely covering half of his palms. The place where the palms were close together was wet and hot, and I don’t know who was sweating.

Tao Zhi followed his gaze and lowered his head, and his nervousness and shyness came to his senses.

She licked her lips and said calmly: "I originally planned to meet the final exam results before... holding hands, as a reward for me, so you can take it in advance, so you can just take the account on credit."

Jiang Qihuai didn't move, and he never had any expression.

Probably, I don't like it.

Tao Zhi lowered her eyes silently. She tried hard to restrain her little bit of sadness and loss in her heart, slowly let go of her hands little by little, ready to take them back.

The cool temperature evacuated from her palm. She was about to withdraw her hand, but the next second, Jiang Qihuai suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it back.

The boy's hands were a circle bigger than her, and his slender fingers were buckled, so he easily wrapped her hands in.

Tao Zhi was stunned and raised his eyes.

Jiang Qihuai grabbed her hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and gently rubbed the back of her hand, with a bit of intimate ambiguity.

"It's already yours, why are you still going to be credited?" His voice faintly.

Tao Zhi suppressed the corner of her mouth that wanted to rise: "Oh."

"Oh what."

"Just think about it," Tao Zhi pursed the corners of his lips, "Why are you like this? I can't agree to it."

Jiang Qihuai was shocked: "I don't know who was just now, but I was so attached to you, what did you run away?"

At the end of December, a thin layer of snow was covered on the ground. When I first came out, I didn’t feel that I had been outside for a long time. Tao Zhi was a little cold. She couldn’t help but shrink her neck and muttered, “Then I don’t think you don’t like this.”

Jiang Qihuai glanced at her and led her back.

Tao Zhi followed him step by step: "Why are you doing?"

"Go inside," said Jiang Qihuai, "wait for Ji Fan to take off your coat."

The hall on the first floor of the teaching building was empty and dim. On the glass exhibition walls on both sides were the list of winners from the Olympic Games and various commendation certificates some time ago. Tao Zhi raised his head and saw his name.

Jiang Qihuai, Class 1, Grade 2, and First Prize in the National Mathematics Olympiad.

Experiment No. 1 Middle School was able to barely make it into the top three in the imperial capital. There were a few years of competition classes in the early years, but it was no longer set up. It was not threatened by the comparison of the national mathematics competition-strong schools. The first prizes of each year were basically all rounded by the affiliated high school next door and Huaicheng No. 1 Middle School.

Jiang Qihuai is the first one.

Wang Fanzi held a class meeting for this purpose. Vice Principal Wang was eager to write him into his speech at the flag-raising ceremony every week to inspire the public.

Tao Zhi looked at the name for a long time, a little dazzled.

Ji Fan's voice gradually came from the entrance of the stairs. It seemed that the security guard had already gone upstairs. Several people were carrying things and walking down while talking. Tao Zhi came back to his senses, thrust his hands, and then he wanted to cover up and walked behind him.

The girl's soft and warm hands took off, and Jiang Qihuai's palms were gone.

He asked Yang Mei: "Underground romance?"

Tao Zhi looked at him seriously and said nothing.

She always cared and persisted in a little, strange way.

Jiang Qihuai sighed, feeling helpless: "Okay."
To be continued...