Bizarre Love

"The first place in this competition." The host paused, "Meng Ting, classmate, 142 points."

Meng Ting stood up.

She also did not expect to be successful.

Her heartbeat is a bit fast, eight thousand yuan...

He Junming below was also confused: "Fuck... I won?"

Fang Tan and He Han were also stunned.

He Junming: "She is so powerful, oh my god."

Jiang Ren smiled for unknown reasons.

He Han said, "Brother Ninja, where are you going?"

Jiang Ren didn't answer his words, and walked out.

The organizer was very simple and neat, let the top three on the spot to receive the award. Everyone got the corresponding certificate and a bank card.

Lu Yue stood beside Meng Ting, her face not very pretty.

She had won the first place for several years. She thought it would be the best this year, but Meng Ting won it.

It is also the problem of Lu Yue's mentality. Her thoughts are all on Jiang Ren, and she is careless in reading. In previous years, she was able to get 140 points in the test, but this year is only 136. At the end of the day, her mind is very obvious.

When she took the stage, Lu Yue had adjusted her expression, and smiled and heard to Meng: "Congratulations, school girl."

Meng Ting is not good at talking polite, so he said softly, "Thank you, and congratulations to Senior Sister Lu Yue."

Lu Yue sneered in her heart, didn't she just get the first place? Meng Ting has seen a lot of people like this since she was a child. She is poor and plain, like dust, and has nothing to do with her grades.

As for Lu Yue, she is beautiful and well-off. Good grades are just the icing on the cake. What she has, Meng Ting will never get.

The only thing that embarrassed her was that she told them to show them first in front of Jiang Ren, but now she became second.

After the photographer took a group photo, the students went home. Most parents are comforting failed children, and then walk out of the art gallery together.

Meng Ting walked at the back.

She was still carrying a light blue schoolbag, and it was already noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

The sunlight hung high, and she couldn't help lowering her eyes, putting her hand gently on her forehead. Countless colorful balloons hung outside to celebrate the arrival of Thanksgiving.

A slender and powerful hand appeared in front of her.

The boy also wore black leather gloves. He held a pink ice cream: "Meng Ting."

She was startled and raised her eyes to look at him.

He smiled: "Look at what I do, hold it."

Meng Ting didn't like to see him, and didn't want to pick him up. She looked at her toes: "Can I not take it?"

"Try another sentence."

He is really fierce.

Meng Ting couldn't help but reached out and took it.

Such exquisite ice cream was not popular in China that year. When her mother died when she grew up, she never bought any snacks. Time is long. In her memory, ice cream is always in a bag, either for one dollar or fifty cents.

This is not in her hand.

It is a little crown.

Luxurious Italian ice cream.

She saw it a few years later, one hundred yuan.

The crystal of the small fountain was so clear that she was forced to hold it, feeling a little at a loss.

Meng Ting was really afraid that he would still like himself as he did in his previous life. So he plucked up the courage to ask him: "Why did you give me this?"

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes to look at her, realizing her anxiety, and he smiled wantonly: "Why? Lost the bet. Let you eat and eat, so much."

Meng Tingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Thank you."

She smells so good that she can smell it as soon as she gets close.

Like the gardenia that bloomed for the first time in summer, it was light and green.

"Meng Ting, your grades are good?"

Meng Ting felt difficult to answer: "General."

Jiang Ren laughed uncontrollably.

She felt a little ashamed inexplicably: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at your hypocrisy, it's good, it's **** good."

But in her world, she received this kind of education from childhood to adulthood. Be humble and gentle, not proud. Jiang Ren's existence is like the most rebellious and unruly light, splitting all modesty disguise. Meng Ting's face flushed, and found that he could not refute it.

"I'm going home." She stepped back and moved a little further away from him.

Jiang Ren bends his lips: "I will send you back."

Meng Ting was almost scared to death, and shook his head quickly: "No, there is a bus."

The smile on Jiang Ren's lips faded.

Meng Ting had already turned and left. Her pace was so slow that Jiang Ren could only see her from behind. He can't tell why, he just wants to be cheap.

He Junming stared blankly in the distance for a long time. Didn’t Brother Nin not take part in the bet?

Jiang Ren walked over and threw the motorcycle key to him: "Get the car back for me."

"Oh oh."

Seeing that he was leaving after his explanation, Lu Yue suddenly said: "Jiang Ren!"

Jiang Ren turned around impatiently: "Say."

"You didn't actually come to cheer me today, did you?"

Jiang Ren smiled: "What do you think."

Lu Yue's eyes are almost red: "You came to see her... but everyone in our school knows her eyes..."

Jiang Ren looked at her coldly: "You have finished talking."

Lu Yue felt inexplicably fearful, and she felt wronged in her heart. After all, everyone knew what Jiang Ren was. She originally thought he and Shen Yuqing had parted and she had a chance, but now it seemed that it was not like that.

He actually came to Meng Ting.

But Meng Ting has problems with his eyes. But under Jiang Ren's gaze, Lu Yue couldn't say anything.

She could only watch Jiang Ren leave.

He Han was stunned for a long time: "I think Brother Ren is a little bit interesting to Meng Ting."

He Junming looked at the car key in his hand and felt that the sky was about to collapse: "What kind of taste is he fucking." He still remembers the respect of "Meng Ting" on his student ID card.

Fang Tan was not sure, and said after a long while: "Don't think too much, Jiang Ren won't be serious."

The bus that Meng Ting went home was the 382 bus. Every ten minutes, very fast.

When she got in the car, it happened during the rush hour, and the car was too crowded.

The driver master spoke in dialect and told everyone to go back.

Meng Ting swiped the traffic card and held the ring above his head.

At the last second when the door closed, Jiang Ren got into the car.

For the first time in his life, he took a bus. Seeing that it was full of human heads, he couldn't help but tsk.

The master reminded him in bad Mandarin: "Young man, either give money or swipe your card."

"How many?"

"piece."

Jiang Ren touched his pocket. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Meng Ting, smiling badly: "Master, I have no card or money."

The car was silent for a moment.

The master also stayed for a while, so, do you want to take the Overlord car?

"Then you go down."

Meng Ting also followed the crowd to look over. Everyone looked at him with strange eyes, but he didn't care.

Meng Ting's heart jumped suddenly and hoped that he would go down.

"Good student, come over and give me a card."

Meng Ting met his black pupils and plucked up his courage: "You can ride home."

Jiang Ren couldn't help but smiled: "You are so cruel."

Seeing that Meng Ting refused to help, he fetched a 100 yuan red ticket from his wallet and threw it in.

The master was stunned: "This you..." After that, without saying anything, he started the car.

Meng Ting frowned. The bus was not allowed to find money, so Jiang Ren spent a hundred yuan on the bus? She couldn't help but regret it, if she helped him swipe a card, he would not be so miserable.

This year, the transportation hub was not as convenient as later, and the buses were crowded.

Jiang Ren grew tall, and his space was even more constrained.

As the car shook, Meng Ting almost hit the middle-aged man in front of him several times. A hand wearing a black leather glove held her wrist and pulled her over.

"Jiang Ren."

"Ok."

Meng heard: "You let me go."

"Let go of you, can you stand firm?"

She blushed: "I can."

He chuckled lightly, already domineering: "Don't talk."

Then he turned his head and said to the man behind him: "Squeeze your mother, squeeze, and try to meet Lao Tzu." He said nothing, and didn't care if it was dirty.

The man had to scold him back, but Jiang Ren was shocked when he saw it.

Young people are tall, with silver hair and black diamond stud earrings, there is always a kind of underworld temperament. He did not dare to speak, so he could only go outside.

Jiang Ren's ferocious tone made Meng Ting a little scared, so she had to stay away from him as much as possible.

Jiang Ren turned his head to see her like this, bending his lips: "What are you afraid of? You are not being violent."

Meng Ting's face was slightly red, but he was really fierce.

She clenched the metal railing next to her, without speaking.

However, the surrounding area is obviously much wider.

The bus swayed all the way, and the terminal was not too far from Meng Ting's home. She found that Jiang Ren's face was not good until she got out of the car.

He pressed his lips tightly and frowned.

He got motion sickness.

Meng Ting lowered his long eyelashes and walked towards home.

Jiang Ren was extremely upset because of the turbulent feeling of nausea.

"Meng listen."

She turned her head.

"Why don't I give you something to eat?"

The ice cream in her hand has melted, and she didn't move a bite. Seeing Meng Ting's silence, his eyes were slightly cold, and he walked over a few steps: "Okay, let's look down on it."

He snatched it and threw it directly into the trash can next to it.

There was a thud.

She raised her eyes to look at him.

They were very close, and behind the ink-colored lenses, she was a little aggrieved with a pair of cut water to clear her pupils.

Why is he so domineering.

Give it as you want, or throw it away.

Forget it...she won't get along with him forever, so she doesn't care about him.

She thought for a long time and said softly: "You stretch out your hand."

Her hair is soft, and a warm color in the sun. Jiang Ren's eyebrows were cold, and Meng Ting said softly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

It was November in early winter.

Fresh air.

He lowered his eyes, and in his black gloves, was put a little lemon fudge.