In November, the students gradually changed into dark blue autumn school uniforms.

The branches of the small woods in the school gradually turned yellow.

The autumn wind is rustling, and it is a cold and cold place.

It was drizzling on campus, and the rain drizzled to the ground, and small splashes of water were blooming.

Because it was raining, the lunch for several people in Anjing could only be replaced by the canteen.

After eating, I returned to class.

Most of the students in the class stay in the classroom, either doing their homework or getting together in groups of three or three, men chatting about games and girls chatting about gossip.

An Jing lowered her head and focused on writing math homework. As she wrote, she frowned and looked at her hand.

When eating in the cafeteria, I don’t know what I got. The palms of my hands are always sticky. I feel uncomfortable when I pinch the pen and can’t write well.

Yang Qi next to her was bored and memorizing English words.

When she found that she had a problem, she approached and asked her, "What's wrong?"

An Jing shook her head, shook her hand, and asked softly: "Do you have wet tissue?"

"I'll look for it later."

Yang Qi lowered her head and flipped through the bag. She searched for it and bought it. She shook her head, "I didn't bring it today. Are you in a hurry? I'll ask someone to borrow it."

An Jing hurriedly grabbed her and smiled, "No need, I'll go to the bathroom to wash my hands."

Yang Qi nodded.

Their first shift is far away from the toilet, and the toilet on the second floor is on the far right of the corridor, almost at two ends.

It is very secluded, with few classmates, and is close to the playground.

Walk quietly and pause.

On the railing next to the toilet, there was a statement that Song Si and his group of people were rushing to chat.

Chen Shuo put his hands in his pockets and a casual smile on his face. He wore a black hoodie in his autumn school uniform, put on the hoodie hat and covered his fine hair.

He turned his head and listened to people's speech.

Song Si next to him said something interesting and jumped up and hooked his shoulders.

Chen Shu kicked him slowly.

I hesitated for a while, not knowing whether I should move forward.

They were near the toilet. When they passed by, they would definitely find her, and they would yell again.

Just as she was thinking, the statement opposite seemed to feel something, and his dark eyes glanced over him.

The two of them had a perfect vision.

Chen Shu was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows, and smiled with a beautiful curved corner of his mouth, looking at her leisurely.

Song Si and Zhou Qi around him found him absent-minded and glanced at him one after another. They also noticed her one after another. The few of them looked at each other with their elbows tilted Chen Shu's arms, and the whistle could be heard from afar.

Since they have seen it, it is useless to hide.

Wen Jing rubbed towards her with a bunch of scorching eyes. She lowered her head, looked at her toes, and slowly rubbed towards her.

Just as she passed by them, she smelled a strong smell of smoke.

Song Si's teasing voice rang out unexpectedly, and he was so naughty.

"Why don't my sister look at us? Are you embarrassed to not buy me a birthday gift?"

An Jing smiled perfunctorily, ignored him and walked into the toilet.

Finally letting out a sigh of relief, she turned on the faucet and washed her hands carefully. The water splashed down, and her ears moved, as if she could hear the footsteps of several people outside, one or two gradually leaving.

She washed her hands and closed the faucet.

I wiped my hands carefully with my hands, so I looked at myself in the mirror again. My pointed chin supported a small face, and my lips were a little white.

She pursed her lips and left the bathroom.

The people outside the door were indeed gone.

She pulled a strand of hair behind her ears and was about to walk away.

Suddenly there was a force next to her tightly pulling her wrist.

An Jing turned around in surprise and found that Chen Shu was standing leisurely against the wall, standing on the other side. He turned his head and smiled at her, "Why, I thought I was leaving?"

An Jing shook her head and said softly: "Why are you still here?"

She clearly heard the footsteps inside and left before she came out.

Chen Shu chuckled and said lightly: "Waiting for you."

Wen Jing pursed his lips, and looked at him calmly with clear black and white eyes: "What are you waiting for me?"

Chen Shu gradually put away his smile and looked at her with a squinted eye.

His hands, which were clearly tied to each other, were still tightly holding her slender wrist, and Yin Jing was afraid that someone would see him and she was about to shake his hand away.

Chen Shu's forearm suddenly exerted force and pulled her in front of him.

An Jing didn't pay attention, and with a slight shout, the person hit his chest.

Her forehead was facing his chin, and hot air sprayed on top of her head.

An Jing was a little anxious. This was at school, and she struggled hard.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Shuo clamped her wrist with one hand and pressed her waist with the other hand firmly.

He narrowed his eyes.

With a slight touch in your hands, you can close your hands almost with both hands.

He turned his head to the corner of his mouth, looked at her leisurely but seriously, and said, "What did you say you are doing?"

Wen Jing didn't answer.

She looked at other places with vigilance, fearing that teachers or students would pass by, but this place was rather deserted and no one came. Even if someone wanted to go to the bathroom, she would go to the one upstairs or downstairs nearby, but there were more people there.

Seeing that she was absent-minded, he frowned and said, "Why do you ignore me in class?"

An Jing didn't know what to say. Since he said that night, An Jing didn't dare to talk to him in class, for fear that others would see something.

An Jing's nose felt a little sweaty, and her hair that had been pulled to the tip of her ears drooped again, revealing a sense of weakness, but she had no time to flirt with her now. She was trapped by Chen Shuo with one hand and blocking his hard chest with the other hand.

She frowned and said softly, "You let me go first."

Chen Shu stared at her for a long time and snorted, "Don't let it go."

He said again: "Do you know how long I have been looking at your back? Well? You are cruel, you just don't look back."

Jing Jing's eyes looked at the collar of his black hoodie, and it was so close that it had a fresh lemon smell.

Seeing that she was a little distracted, Chen Shu felt dissatisfied. He leaned closer to her, let go of her wrist, paused, gently stroked her soft hair hanging from her cheeks, and in an instant, her delicate and small earlobes revealed.

Said his eyes were a little heavy.

He stared at him quietly.

Suddenly, the thin lips curled up and painted a beautiful curve. It was slutty, with dark eyes and straight nose. He stretched his wide hat with one hand, gradually foaming over the quiet head.

For a moment, the quiet gaze went dark. She struggled to retreat, and her heart was pounding and a little uneasy.

"What are you doing?"

The hands behind her waist were firmly fixed on her, and she was not allowed to retreat.

As long as you get closer, it is his thin lips, and the heat from each other has melted.

Chen Shu asked in a low voice: "Have you considered it?"

A whisper, Yin Jing has not answered yet.

His nose tip approached and gently touched the quiet one.

An Jing's facial features magnified, and she widened her eyes and couldn't believe it.

In the dark sight, she had no choice but to lean on him, and the hoodie was full of his fiery breath.

Yin Jing pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly. Her hands changed from blocking his chest to clenching her fists secretly, and her whole body trembled slightly.

In front of her was her red lips pursed in a line. His eyes looked like a wolf. He looked restrained for a while and said hoarsely: "I really miss you."

Wen Jing continued to say nothing.

Suddenly, after saying that, she felt him holding her and getting closer. He turned his head, his slightly cool lips rippled across his cheeks, and suddenly the tip of his ears became hot, and he kissed her earlobe.

After returning to class, Yin Jing ordered himself to calm down.

She calmed down for a while, then put the book she had to attend class in the afternoon on the table, spread out the books, and previewed the contents afterwards.

Yang Qi next to her asked her to borrow a pen, and suddenly leaned her head and looked at An Jing strangely, "Your ears are so red, especially the tips of your ears."
To be continued...