Today is also the day to see A Piao.

Chapter 48

In fact, Jiang Yichen could probably guess what Ji Qingmo was thinking, and he didn't want to go home, probably because the family had no temperature and no one cared about it, after all, it was a family that even the young master didn't come to pick him up.

But...Ji Hejie attaches so much importance to Ji Qingmo, so he shouldn't let people come to pick him up, can't he just avoid his edge?Is the battle between giants so scary?

Ji Qingmo mentioned before that Ji Hejie paid more attention to Ji Mingshang, but Ji Hejie's attitude towards Ji Mingshang many years ago is vivid in his memory, and it is impossible for him to forget all these things.

Forget it, after all, these things have nothing to do with him. He cares about wasting so much of his own time.

……

It was already dark when they returned to the dormitory, He Ziyao and Song Zhuo were talking and laughing and discussing something, when they saw Ji Qingmo and Jiang Yichen who opened the door, their voices dropped significantly.

Jiang Yichen was a little curious: "What are you two discussing? You were filled with righteous indignation just now, why don't you jump up now? The ceiling is not high, and you can touch it by jumping again."

He Ziyao laughed: "It's just some trivial things in life, not worth mentioning. You went to the playground after dinner, right?"

It was a bit blunt for him to change the subject, but Jiang Yichen didn't have the habit of forcing others to tell "secrets".

"Isn't it obvious? Aren't you going to the playground? Why didn't I see you on the playground?"

He Ziyao shrugged: "I originally wanted to come back to see if Song Zhuo was there, so that I could take him to the playground together, but who knew that Song Zhuo would not be happy, so he insisted on pulling me to do homework, I am really miserable... "

"Operation?!"

He Ziyao's words can be regarded as reminding Jiang Yichen that his homework is still one question away, and tomorrow will be Monday. This is also thanks to Ji Qingmo's help this morning, otherwise his homework may not have been written.

"That's right," He Ziyao heard Jiang Yichen's shock, and gloated, "I said, Young Master Jiang, you haven't done it yet, have you? Oh, there's only one night left, can you - can you make it?"

"What's the matter if I didn't do it? Can't I write it now? I'm just short of a big question in the physics paper. Unlike some people who just copy Song Zhuo's answer and feel complacent, this home visit must have your name."

"Bet!" He Ziyao was aroused to win, "If your monthly exam is not as good as mine, you can treat me to a chicken pot!"

"I don't want to make this bet," Jiang Yichen found the physics papers from his pile of books, and cleared a large space on the table, "If you think the bet on "whether the ranking will be in the top forty" is okay, you're lucky I can promise."

"Okay! It's a deal! If I get in the top [-] in this monthly exam, you can invite me to eat chicken pot... No, eat hot pot, will it work?"

He Ziyao felt that he had been studying for nearly a month since the start of school, and he spent... 60.00% of his time studying seriously. It stands to reason that it should be easy to advance seven or eight places from the final ranking. This bet is still possible.

"I think it's fine," Jiang Yichen turned his gaze to Song Zhuo, "Being a witness?"

Song Zhuo pointed to himself and asked, "Should I be a witness? Don't you need the class monitor? Brother Jiang, are you not afraid that I'm partial to He Ziyao?"

The corner of Jiang Yichen's lips pressed down: "A person with a bad voice is not worthy of being a witness, and he can't eat hot pot."

He Ziyao and Song Zhuo heard something was wrong from his words, and Song Zhuo took the lead in tearing open the topic: "So the monitor is sick again?"

again?

That's right, Jiang Yichen thought, this person should have suffered from a lot of illnesses since he was a child, and it was even worse after he had a guardian spirit. He Ziyao and Song Zhuo have known him for a year, and they should have seen Ji Qingmo many times before. "Tragedy".

"Well, he said it's an old problem, and I think it's quite serious."

Although He Ziyao is no longer surprised by the strangeness, there is still a bit of worry in his tone: "Brother Ji asked for leave on the second day of the first year of high school. Everyone didn't know why. He came back on the third day, but when the school started, everyone asked for leave. I have seen this pale-faced classmate who is not talkative and difficult to communicate, so I didn’t take it seriously. That night, Song Zhuo and I were eating spicy noodles in the dormitory, and he was coughing next to him. The bleeding is coming, it’s scary. Song Zhuo and I wanted to take him to the dormitory manager and contact his family to see if he should go back to the hospital for a few more days. I can only raise it slowly...

"But speaking of it, since he was a little taller, his health has improved a lot. Although his face is still the same, he looks a little angry, and he doesn't ask for leave much. Recently, it may be that the old problem has recurred."

Song Zhuo also echoed: "Well, it seems to be a disease brought out of the mother's womb, which can only be nurtured, but cannot be cured."

Jiang Yichen, who didn't understand today's medical technology, was taken aback by what they said. He glanced at Ji Qingmo who had no expression on his face, and sighed: "Song Zhuo, come down with me, I want spicy food again. It's over."

He Ziyao pointed to the physics paper he took out earlier: "Aren't you going to write the questions? Jiang, the paper will be handed in tomorrow. I advise you to weigh the gold content of this night!"

"I only have one big question left, and I can write it in time after I buy the spicy strips, but you—instead of worrying about me here, why not study hard now so that the monthly exam will not be overturned."

"My monthly exam will overturn? Can't I study hard during the seven days of National Day? The monthly exam can stop me from getting into the top [-]?"

High-spirited, bold words, determined to win.

But I just don't know if the result will be completely different from his idea, or even irrelevant.

"Okay, then please take good care of the patient in the dormitory." Jiang Yichen walked to Song Zhuo's side, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Let's go."

Song Zhuo responded, and when he was about to step out of the door, he turned to He Ziyao's direction: "Do you want to eat anything? I'll bring it for you."

He Ziyao waved his hand: "Eat or not, your English homework is in your schoolbag, right? I'll learn from it later."

Song Zhuo looked puzzled: "Didn't you say that you finished your English homework at home?"

He Ziyao was a little embarrassed: "Ah... I'm joking. You can accompany the young master to buy food. I'll think about it. I promise I'll learn from it, and I won't copy it all."

Before Song Zhuo had time to say anything, he was pulled out by Jiang Yichen. Ji Qingmo looked at Jiang Yichen's white hand that was pulling Song Zhuo out, and his eyes darkened a little, so that when He Ziyao asked him if he wanted to drink water At that time, he asked, "Is there any milk?"

Jiang Yichen also pulled him.

The hand is considered small in the queue of boys of the same age, but it is beautiful, white and soft, and the palm seems to be warm all the time, it is very warm when holding someone's wrist.

In fact, Ji Qingmo felt that he was quite strange. In order to care about such a child, he pretended to be sick and followed him all the way to Huanqing, and then pretended to be sick after seeing him and came back in the same car. Now it was a bit tasteful because Jiang Yichen took Song Zhuo out.

He has always known that as the master of the ghost hall, he has a bad habit - a strong possessive desire, but it is all aimed at the items he owns. Now he brought this bad habit out and aimed at Jiang Yichen's big job people?

But after thinking about it, only this idea is the most reasonable, and it can best explain what's wrong with him.

After all, a ghost with his temperament, who existed thousands of years ago, and was a great evil ghost before becoming the master of the ghost hall, would not listen to the words "take care of you" and "care about you".

What's more, Jiang Yichen seems to be very obsessed with the title of "No. [-] Best Deskmate in Shuozhong".

It's obviously uncomfortable possessiveness and a little bad paranoid desire, but Jiang Yichen always ignores the bad emotions in his eyes and only sees what he wants to see.

What a kid who doesn't know how to protect himself, he thought.

that……

As a good tablemate, he reluctantly took a good look at this little kid with no safety awareness in Shuozhong, just to show Director Jiang a face.

The flakes that got out of the briefcase followed them carefully all the time, and only got into Jiang Yichen's schoolbag at the fastest speed when they came in.

God knows what terrible breath it felt in the schoolbag just now.

The changed emotions on the terrifying Palace Master really frightened it enough, causing it to shiver in fright.

If Princess Shuyi hadn't said that she wanted to stabilize this great god, to see what Ji Qingmo stayed in the world for, and help Shuozhong restore the previous peace by the way, it would definitely pull Jiang Yichen back to Yunhuai Mountain.

In this muddy water, it's better to keep flowing less.

"Yes, I'll look for it..." He Ziyao rummaged through his cabinet and finally found two boxes of milk. He glanced at the packaging of the milk and gave one to Ji Qingmo, "Only pure milk , you will make it up."

Ji Qingmo is very picky, picks everything, food, clothing, housing, and transportation. There is no way to "live", this is the only condition here, but Ji Qingmo's quilt cover and bed sheets must be comfortable ,OK.

He had never asked He Ziyao and Song Zhuo for milk drinks before, but He Ziyao had never seen him drink milk other than fresh milk, especially boxed milk.

Ji Qingmo took it: "Thank you."

……

Jiang Yichen and Song Zhuo over there didn't go to the canteen at all, they found a quiet place where no one would normally go to talk.

"Brother Jiang, Xiao Shanzhu, brother, next time you have something to do, don't keep using the commissary as an excuse?"

"Then what else can I get?"

Song Zhuo thought for a while, he looked for Jiang Yichen, and Jiang Yichen looked for him when it was dark, and there seemed to be no other excuse not to mention the canteen: "You pretend I didn't say anything just now."

"Let's talk about business first. Does Ji Hejie value Ji Qingmo?"

Although he didn't know why Jiang Yichen asked this question, Song Zhuo carefully sorted out all the things he knew, and then said with certainty: "I don't take it seriously."

Jiang Yichen's right eyelid twitched: "How should I say it?"