When talking to her, Duan Jiaxu always lowered his head habitually, leaned over slightly, and looked at her level.

The two of them were very close.

Sang Zhi seemed to be able to feel the warm breath coming out of his mouth, and it also carried the usual faint smell of tobacco on him. His eyebrows were lowered, filled with light and confusion.

Sang Zhi's eyelashes fluttered, she took a step back uncomfortably, and said somewhat subtly: "Why do you have the nerve to say such things?"

Duan Jiaxu slowly stood up straight and said calmly: "This is not because I want to be a polite hooligan."

"..."

"If you don't like to hear it." Duan Jiaxu curled his lips, bent down again, and leaned towards her, "Then I will just——"

Sang Zhi had a sullen face and nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes: "What the hell."

With only a few centimeters away, Duan Jiaxu suddenly stopped moving, his eyes slid upwards, and he looked at her.

The little girl's eyes were big and round, clear and bright, and they were filled with him. Perhaps she had never experienced such a thing before, her expression was a little stiff, and she seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

But he still pretended to be unmoved.

Duan Jiaxu straightened up and chuckled: "Forget it."

Sang Zhi was relieved for a moment, but also felt a little bit disappointed for no reason.

"It's better to be polite." Duan Jiaxu raised his hand and lightly rubbed the corners of her eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, ambiguous and caring, "I'm afraid you'll cry."

It was already past ten o'clock. Since we were living in a group, Sang Zhi didn't want to affect the schedule of her roommates, so she planned to go back and wash up early.

Duan Jiaxu sent her downstairs to the dormitory.

Sang Zhi turned around and was about to say goodbye to him when she suddenly noticed that his eyes were looking away for a few seconds. She looked over and found a couple hugging and kissing reluctantly.

"..."

At this time, there were a bunch of couples downstairs in the girls' dormitory who had just returned from a date.

It was dark at night and it was almost impossible to see their faces, so they generally looked affectionate and as if no one was around.

Sang Zhi had seen it many times and was already used to it.

But at this time, Yan Xu was beside her and looking over there thoughtfully, which made her feel awkward again for the first time.

"Then I'm going back." Sang Zhi coughed lightly and abruptly drew his attention back, "Brother Jiaxu, it's so late, please be careful when driving."

Duan Jiaxu looked away and suddenly asked: "I've been chasing you for three days, why can't we hold hands?"

"..." Sang Zhi looked at him expressionlessly and couldn't help but say, "How can you call this pursuit?"

"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes, "Doesn't it count?"

"I'm just reminding you that if you pursue someone like this, you generally won't be able to catch someone."

Duan Jiaxu said: "What should we do?"

"Why are you still asking me?" Sang Zhi frowned and said, not giving him face, "Do you still want me to teach you how to chase me step by step?"

Duan Jiaxu paused and said shamelessly, "Can't you?"

"..."

"I just reminded you, even if I gave you a back door, don't push yourself too far." Sang Zhi said seriously, "You can check online or ask others."

Duan Jiaxu said amusedly: "What did I do wrong?"

"These three days are just a few chats on WeChat and occasional phone calls." Sang Zhi hinted, "In my case, a suitor who I haven't seen in three days is the same as no chance."

Duan Jiaxu: "Aren't you free?"

Sang Zhi: "Then what's the difference between you and netizens?"

"..."

Sang Zhi continued to hit her: "You are so old, do you still want to imitate other people's online dating?"

Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu's eyebrows moved, remembering her past events. He looked at her and said with a half-smile, "Who do you think I should imitate?"

"..."

Sang Zhi also thought of the "online dating partner" she made up, and she suddenly felt guilty. She immediately waved her hand to him and retreated towards the dormitory building: "Anyway, I'll stop here. Do you want to hear it?"

Duan Jiaxu returned to his car and was not in a hurry to drive. He thought about Sang Zhi's words, picked up his phone, and sent her a WeChat message: [Are you free tomorrow?]

Just: [No.]

It’s such a neat two words every time.

Duan Jiaxu chuckled and said: [I now suspect that you are lying to me.]

Duan Jiaxu: [Show me your class schedule.]

A picture was sent to the other end in seconds, and it was densely packed with courses. As if she was dissatisfied with his words, Sang Zhi added a text: [I am full of classes.]

Duan Jiaxu glanced at him: [The class is really full.]

Sang Zhi will not come back.

Duan Jiaxu smiled: [We are just wronged.]

Sang Zhi still didn't reply.

He threw the phone aside and started the car.

There were fewer people at night, and there were fewer cars on the road. Duan Jiaxu lowered the car window halfway, thinking of Sang Zhi, who was having trouble with him in the dormitory, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little more.

Duan Jiaxu's thoughts gradually became empty, and he recalled Jiang Ying he met tonight.

Occasionally, he would even think that he had a mental problem. Maybe Jiang Ying was just a hallucination caused by his occasional exhaustion.

Otherwise, how could a person be like this?

I have been pestering another person for ten years.

She appeared in front of him from time to time, saying similar but extremely extreme words. Her emotions were not diluted by the years, but intensified.

Vent all the hatred on him that he shouldn't bear.

After Jiang Ying was pushed down the stairs, several classmates came to comfort him and asked him to avoid her as much as possible. Not long after, this incident, including what the head teacher said, reached the ears of the school leaders.

Later, the head teacher was punished.

Considering Jiang Ying's relationship with Duan Jiaxu, the school transferred him to another class.

Later, many people actually told Duan Jiaxu not to care about what the head teacher said or what Jiang Ying did.

But in fact, what made Duan Jiaxu feel more embarrassed than the class teacher's words was the words blurted out by his classmate.

——"How can he have the nerve to ask Jiang Ying to apologize to him..."

That was the first time Duan Jiaxu felt that his dignity had been stepped on.

Even if Jiang Ying used words to ridicule and attack him many times in front of the class, he never cared and just let it go.

Because Duan Jiaxu believes that other people should also have the same ideas as him.

They all thought that this matter actually had nothing to do with him at all.

But Jiang Ying had just lost his father and felt painful, so he was extreme and unscrupulous in his words, treating him as the target of his anger. Therefore, he could only try to understand and accommodate as much as possible.

But after that classmate’s words came out.

Only then did Duan Jiaxu realize that this was not the case.

It turned out to be in secret.

Some people also feel that he should pay for the sins his father has done.

Whether it's the majority or the minority.

But that sentence did have a great influence on Duan Jiaxu. In the following period, he also tolerated all kinds of difficulties faced by Jiang Ying.

He wants to make himself insensitive to it.

He doesn't want others to affect his life.

Duan Jiaxu could only force himself to understand that when Jiang Ying saw him, it was equivalent to the feeling of having her scars revealed again. So he tried his best not to appear in front of her.

But Jiang Ying's thoughts were completely different from his.

She felt that she was in pain and she must make his life miserable too.

After the class adjustment, Duan Jiaxu's class was on the fifth floor. The original class was on the third floor, quite a distance away, but Jiang Ying still came over to find trouble with him from time to time.

It was already approaching the high school entrance examination. Xu Ruoshu heard about this, asked his opinion, and then applied to the school to let him go home and review on his own.

Later, Duan Jiaxu was admitted to Yihe No. 1 Middle School.

Jiang Ying's grades were not good and she was not admitted to the same school as him. Gradually, he began to be able to breathe.

…

Unknowingly, the car drove back to the community.

Duan Jiaxu turned off the engine, picked up his phone and took a look at it, and found that Sang Zhi had replied just two minutes ago: "I slept in vain."
To be continued...