Aunt Gu finally cried out, with deep resentment towards God: "Why, why wasn't I the one who got sick?"

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Night, 11 o'clock.

Urban area, Jiang Qitian's home.

Jiang Ning stayed in the small room, with the desk lamp shining a warm yellow light.

He wrote the math test paper seriously. He had obviously solved this problem once, but when he encountered it again, he still had no clue.

Inexplicable irritation filled his heart. He took out his mobile phone, opened QQ, found Xue Yuantong in the list, and clicked into her QQ space.

What comes into view are full of photos about learning, essay writing points, and problem-solving ideas for each subject. They are all taken by Xue Yuantong and posted on QQ space.

Jiang Ning found the solution to the problem in the mathematics collection and successfully solved the problem.

When he exited Xue Yuantong's space, he suddenly realized that she had not updated her status for a week.

Jiang Ning was silent for a while.

He indirectly received Xue Yuantong's kindness, but never repaid him.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Jiang Ning was about to get up and open the door, but she heard her eldest aunt scolding him with hatred: "Longlong, you want him to play games again? You play games all day long. I'm really afraid that you will follow suit."

bad!"

Jiang Junlong defended: "I'm not playing games."

"Go back to the house!" the eldest aunt scolded sternly.

Jiang Junlong was helpless: "Brother Ning, I'm going back first."

Jiang Ning listened to everything outside the door. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

In the past three years, he has experienced similar things too many times, and he no longer wants to defend himself. Anyway, it will be over in the last month.

The next second, the screen of his Redmi 2a phone lit up.

Shen Qing'e: "I don't understand, why do you always play games with Junlong? What are their grades and yours? No wonder my aunt hates you."

Jiang Ning: "Auntie likes you, okay."

Shen Qing'e: "Haha, it is indeed better for me."

Jiang Ning: "Well, everyone is kind to you, including me before."

Shen Qing'e: "Yes, it's not like you. No one loves you."

Jiang Ning turned off the phone screen, opened the door and walked out of the cabin.

The aunt who was watching TV in the living room raised her head and glanced at him. Jiang Ning also said nothing and pushed open the door.

The aunt's voice floated over: "We'll go to bed later. No one will open the door for you when you come back."

Uncle Jiang Qitian frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Ning was no longer listening.

Late at night in May, the temperature was cool and comfortable. Jiang Ning walked on the street aimlessly and kept walking.

He saw the traffic on the road, the lights of residential buildings, the customers toasting and drinking in front of the barbecue stall, and the neon-lit KTV. The city was so prosperous and wonderful, but it was a pity that it had nothing to do with him. He did not belong here.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that no one in the world cares about him or cares about him.

He seems to have been lonely.

A gust of wind blew by, making Jiang Ning feel cold.

He accidentally discovered ICBC's self-service teller machine, which was shining brightly in the corner.

Jiang Ning stepped forward unknowingly, reached out and pushed open the glass door. He stood in front of the cash machine, inserted his bank card, and withdrew the entire balance of 500 yuan, which was all his wealth.

He grabbed the money and strode towards Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School, his steps extremely urgent.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Ning looked at the wall of the playground to the east of the school. He took a breath, took a deep breath, then took a running start, grabbed the wall, and climbed over in embarrassment.

The playground was extremely dark, there was not a single human figure, and all the lights in the teaching building were turned off.

Jiang Ning crossed the playground, broke into the No. 3 teaching building, and climbed to the second floor.

He pulled open the window of Class 1, Grade 3, and climbed into the classroom in the dark.

I found Xue Yuantong's seat, checked it again, and then put all the 500 yuan I just took out into the table hole.

In the dark classroom, Jiang Ning murmured: "Get better."
Chapter completed!