Chapter 89 (1/2)

(many book friends say that the change is too abrupt, and they say a lot in silence. Those who hate to dig a hole in flashback can watch the cicada sing playing in midsummer first.

The whirling shadows of trees and the rustling locust trees. That occasionally blowing the wind of steel and cement, with unknown fragrance and refreshing.

It belongs to a flower, or someone.

The White Floral dress is like a blooming lily, swaying with the taste of first love. Under the window that quiet pretty face, always pour out joy and anger to a paper novel, sometimes smile, sometimes sad.

I wish I were that book.

”Oh, Jiang Chen, my mouth is watering.” Zhao Peng's boy got to Jiang Chen's ear and squeezed him with a bad smile.

”The clay pays the tribute.” Jiang Chen glanced at him, then leaned slightly to sleep on the table.

It was as if I had just inadvertently faced the other side.

”Cough, I said. If you like Tao Tingting, you can go after her Jiang Chen suddenly jumped up and covered his dead Party's mouth.

”You want to die Jiang Chen turns Zhao Peng that boy's neck, full face red ground to Zhao Peng that boy low roar way.

Zhao Peng's face was full of cheap expression, and he tried to roll his eyes and pretend to be dead.

The girl at the front desk turned around and looked at the two people playing tricks and gave out a giggle. The boys who had a good relationship with Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately gathered around and yelled.

As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed.

It was a slightly confused sight.

Jiang Chen felt his heart stopped.

The roots of the ears began to heat.

Bad. The skin is warming up.

Tao Tingting seems to feel that the classroom is too noisy, so she closes the book and quietly leaves the classroom.

”Ah! what the fuck. You use your teeth? ” Jiang Chen takes pains to cover his hands and shakes off the boy Zhao Peng.

”God, you almost suffocated me.” Zhao Peng gasped and held his chest. He rolled his eyes to Jiang Chen.

The boys saw no good play to see, so they all laughed and scattered. The two girls at the front desk also began to discuss the TV play last night. Everything in the classroom was calm again.

Only, that windowsill edge only by breeze light curl curtain.

Day after day. Full and as always.

I always feel that all of this seems to have happened somewhere.

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June 11, 2171, summer.

The first summer vacation of high school is coming. It's not long before the exam.

I peeked at her again today.

Mingming is determined to bury her feelings in my heart.

No, no, or as Zhao Peng said, should I go after her?

No, no, No. It's hard. She's so beautiful. The result is so good, there must be a lot of people like her. If I say something rashly and be refused, I can't even make friends.

Eh? It didn't seem like a friend.

”Ah, ah.” Jiang Chen flung his diary on the bed behind him, then lay down on the table and held his head in his hands.

Absolutely! If this diary is kept in the future, it will definitely become black history! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, grass! Laozi, a man, is entangled with an egg! If you like it, what's the use of confession? Go to sleep if you can't catch it. If you can't sleep, you'll take medicine. If you break up, you'll get a picture. You can't even afford to go to jail. How dare you say you like her! Tangle has a good use!

Eh, seems to be mixed with a strange story?

Sure enough, it's still difficult.

Looking at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen's eyes are dazed.

It took him a while to recover from this unnatural state.

”Is adolescence the worry?” After pondering for a moment, Jiang Chen sighed and scratched his messy hair with his hands.

Eh? Isn't my hair short? Jiang Chen Leng Leng Leng, hand unconsciously stopped.

It should be an illusion. Who would like to shave such an ugly short head.

”When did I begin to keep a diary? What's the point of this kind of thing? Do you want to embarrass yourself in the future Jiang Chen once again glanced at the electronic clock beside his eyes and sighed.

”It's already eight o'clock. Forget it. I don't want her anymore. Let's go watch TV and relax. ”

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his stiff limbs and walked to the living room.