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Chapter 17 Pink

Jiang Yichen suddenly remembered that Song Zhuo said that he was often visited at home, but Song Zhuo was the party secretary, and from his conversation with He Ziyao just now and the "top three" in Song Zhuo's mouth, Song Zhuo was by no means a student with poor grades, so why would he? Being visited at home?

"Song Zhuo, where do you usually rank in our class? I want an accurate ranking."

Before Song Zhuo could speak, Ji Qingmo rushed to answer: "One seat behind me, No.2 in our class, Wannian's second child."

Song Zhuo shrugged: "I can't help it, who made me always fall short in mathematics? If I want He Ziyao's math results, I can beat Jigou by [-] points."

Perhaps it was because of being praised in this sentence, He Ziyao looked very happy, and his tail was raised to the sky: "I am not a math class representative for nothing."

Ji Qingmo laughed lowly, his voice was not too loud, just enough for He Ziyao to hear clearly.

"That's all you got in one subject."

He Ziyao blushed with anger, but in the end he sat down on his chair resentfully, Song Zhuo laughed a few times: "You deserve it, I made you pissed."

Ji Qingmo moved her neck a little: "I went to wash up, I have to play games and review, the old rules, just don't make noise in the next bedroom."

His last sentence was obviously for Jiang Yichen.

After Ji Qingmo finished speaking, he got up and walked to the outside table. When he reached the door of the glass door, Ji Qingmo paused for a moment and didn't look back, but his tone was cold: "Also, someone who said he would give money, Don't fall for it."

He Ziyao wasn't in a good mood when he was "resented" by Ji Qingmo just now, but now he can be said to be on fire at one point: "I reneged? When did I renege! Didn't I give the money to Young Master Jiang?! Jigou, don't close the door, Tell me clearly—”

"Shut up, you," Song Zhuo pulled He Ziyao's hand pointing at Ji Qingmo, and patted it when he couldn't hold it back. The voice was loud and heavy, and he turned red. How long have you given air?"

He Ziyao was dumbfounded: "What do you mean? I really didn't give you any money?"

Song Zhuo nodded.

He Ziyao froze for about a minute, then took out a whole sheet of ten yuan from his wallet with lightning speed, walked up to Jiang Yichen, put the money next to him, and then charged at his chest with all his strength. Lie down on the bed, buried her face firmly in the pillow: "You don't have to give me that dollar, it's my apology."

Jiang Yichen looked at the ten yuan beside him, picked it up, walked to the schoolbag and stuffed a book into it: "I'm going to wash up too, please advise him not to suffocate the child to death."

"Leave me alone! I'm ashamed! Let me suffocate to death!"

Covered by a pillow, He Ziyao's voice was muffled and a little hard to hear. Jiang Yichen didn't mean to ask him to say it a second time, so he opened the glass door and stood next to Ji Qingmo.

Jiang Yichen looked at the supplies on the shelf and was completely stunned. He seemed to... forgot about these things.

Ji Qingmo just rinsed his mouth, and took down a pink cup from the shelf, which contained a pink automatic toothbrush and a common brand of toothpaste decorated with cherry blossoms, and pointed to the light pink and dark pink cups on the side pot.

Jiang Yichen froze for a moment, pointed at himself, and asked, "Is it mine?"

Ji Qingmo looked at him with drooping eyelids, his tone was very light, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "Otherwise, would you still buy it for me?"

Jiang Yichen hesitated to speak several times, and finally, Ji Qingmo became impatient. Under Ji's "killing eyes", Jiang Yichen spoke slowly, gritted his teeth, "Who picked it?"

"I," unexpectedly, Ji Qingmo admitted, "Isn't this suitable for you? I'm cute and cute, and the pink color just suits me. How pretty."

Jiang Yichen plucked out two handfuls of his hair: "...Well, well said, it sounds so good, why don't you use pink?"

When he was going out, he was given a mandatory order that he absolutely must not fight with ordinary people, and he must not take the initiative to cause trouble in school, otherwise at this time he should have kept this cup and everything in it in Ji Qing Ink's head.

Ji Qingmo reached out and patted Jiang Yichen's tossed hair: "Because I'm not as cute as you. Well, I'm going to take a shower first. Brush your teeth well, cute Jiang."

Jiang Yichen gritted his teeth, and a sentence almost came out from between his teeth: "Student, I don't like people touching me very much."

Ji Qingmo laughed out loud: "The kid is quite vengeful."

When he said such words, his tone was full of ridicule, and the smile on his face could be seen to be three parts real and seven parts fake, and the villain in Jiang Yichen's heart had already started to clamor crazily - why don't you just start messing with him.

After struggling for a while, Lord Jiang Xiaoshan decided to swallow this breath. Although he felt that pink and cherry blossoms really didn't fit the cool and handsome boy image he had set for himself, judging from the current situation, he seemed to have nothing but compromise. Can not do.

There were only four people in the dormitory, so it didn't take long to line up to take a shower. Jiang Yichen managed to get into his own bed at [-]:[-], and his bed was on Ji Qingmo's upper bunk.

Before he came, he saw a lot of photos of the dormitory on the Internet, and found that they were basically the same after he came, and he was very satisfied.

Shuowu No. [-] Middle School is a private middle school, but the tuition fee is only about [-] a semester, which is not considered expensive among private high schools. Fortunately, the environment and teaching quality here are also guaranteed, especially the dormitory environment.

The room is not too big, but it is more than enough for four people. Two double-layer wooden beds are placed on one side, the size is 1.2m*2m. , neatly.

The wardrobe is on both sides of the two beds. The size is 1.2m*0.9m*2m. The wardrobe is divided into upper and lower layers.