Bizarre Love

Chapter 4: Don't cry

Before school in the afternoon, Zhao Nuancheng was sorting out the forms.

She is the organizing committee member of the class, and she organizes students to participate in all school activities. Her leaflet is on the table.

"The National Mathematical Olympiad for Primary and Secondary School Students has officially started, and students are welcome to register."

The most eye-catching thing about the big red list is the black font in the center: the first prize is 8,000 yuan.

Eight thousand yuan.

Meng Ting was a little lost, 8,000 yuan this year is not less, and the monthly salary of Shu Zhitong Research Institute is only 6,000 yuan. Her own scholarship is five thousand a year.

The family is actually quite poor. For the cost of surgery on his own eyes, Father Shu traveled around, borrowing money from relatives. Every weekend, I see relatives urging Shu's father to repay. Shu Zhitong could only smile with a good temper, apologize and say good things, and this dragged on.

Later, just because Meng Ting couldn't hold on, something went wrong again, and Shu's father would do the most dangerous radiation work.

Zhao Nuancheng didn’t notice Meng's trance. She packed her schoolbags and talked about gossip: “Shen Yuqing heard Jiang Ren didn’t go for her last birthday. Then she didn’t know what happened. She said that Jiang Ren would invite them to class on weekends. People go to play in Xiaogang City. Listen, do you know Xiaogang City?"

Meng Ting shook his head.

Zhao Nuancheng’s eyes were bright: "I haven't been there, but I know there are at least tens of thousands of dollars to spend there." She flattened her mouth after being excited, "Everyone knows that Shen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren It's really rich and generous. Alas, whoever makes Shen Yuqing look beautiful, we don't have this chance."

Meng Ting looked down, picked up the form, and wrote his name seriously.

She knew that the world was very unfair, some people squandered wankins casually, and some people made life difficult.

"Listen, do you want to register for the Olympiad?"

"Ok."

"Have you studied?"

"I learned a little when I was young, and there are still two weeks left. I can try it out with more practice."

Zhao Nuancheng couldn't help feeling that Meng Ting was really good.

Meng Ting sighed in his heart. After 8,000 yuan, he could do nothing. She wants to save Shu's father from doing radiation experiments. The first is not to repeat the mistake of disfigurement and burns, and the second is to find ways to make more money.

However, she is only seventeen years old and still in her second year of high school. Dad Shu definitely didn't want her to delay studying for other reasons, but the game was different.

Meng Ting was stunned. She glanced at the Olympic Mathematics brochure and suddenly knew how to make money.

She asked Zhao Nuancheng: "Apart from Olympiad propaganda, are there other competitions?"

"Yes, there is an English speech contest, but it's summer vacation."

Meng Ting was disappointed.

Zhao Nuancheng thought for a while: "But I heard that the vocational high school next door has a lot of this kind of projects, about singing, dancing and playing piano, and their school accepts art students. But listen." Zhao Nuancheng looked at her, he stopped talking, and took a long time. Say, "Forget it, it's nothing."

Hear how his eyes hurt, how could he dance and play the piano?

Today it is Zhao Nuancheng's turn to be on duty. The students on duty in No. 7 Middle School are very simple. After school, erase the blackboard and close the doors and windows.

Meng Ting helped her together.

When the two girls closed the window, they realized that it was not good. There was thunder, and the heavy rain fell. Zhao Nuancheng cursed secretly.

"Listen, have you brought an umbrella?"

Meng heard nothing.

Neither did Zhao Nuancheng.

This year, the Seventh Middle School did not have any umbrella facilities for love. Meng Ting had to wait for Zhao Nuancheng, and Shu Yang generally left early.

The two girls went to the first floor and looked at the rain covering the sky, a little worried. Their school is not allowed to bring mobile phones, and Meng Ting has no mobile phones at all this year. She glanced at the electronic watch-18:32.

It's nine o'clock in the evening when Dad Shu gets off work.

Zhao Nuancheng was also anxious: "My dad will come to pick me up after get off work, right?"

As soon as the voice fell, a few sports cars drove in at the school gate. The silver-white sports car was cool, turned a corner, and stopped at their teaching building.

The head is a supercar.

When the car window landed, Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and looked at Meng Ting, who lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

Zhao Nuancheng hurriedly pulled Meng Ting back, wondering what was going on with the guard, and even let this group of vocational seniors drive in.

After a while, Shen Yuqing and a few girls walked down with laughter from the upper floor.

The expensive sports car brightened the eyes of several girls.

They shouted flatteringly: "Jiang Shao, He Shaohao."

He Junming raised his eyebrows: "Girls get in the car, don't get wet."

Several girls got on the car separately. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

Jiang Ren stepped on the clutch, and his black eyes suddenly looked towards the quiet girl who was sheltering from the rain in the corner: "The one over there..." He didn't even know what her name was, "Get in the car and take you to the bus stop."

Meng Ting raised his eyes.

She is temporarily uncomfortable with these eyes, and still feels pain after a long time. But under the gloomy sky, she no longer needs to close her eyes.

Meng Ting shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

"Get in the car, don't let me say the third time." His tone was already faintly impatient.

Meng Ting opened her mouth, and Shen Yuqing poked her head out: "You are the classmate with bad eyes, let's get in the car." Her tone was cheerful, but it was not the case in her eyes.

He Junming behind was also stunned.

When did Brother Ninja become so kind, really caring for the disabled?

Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's character, and the more he disobeyed, the more vigorous he became. She didn't get in the car, and his feet would never loosen the clutch.

Jiang Ren is eighteen years old this year. He had repetitive grades, was one year older than his peers, and got his driver's license early. Everyone looked at them, and Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng had to get into Jiang Ren's car.

Zhao Nuancheng, who usually talks a lot, is like a little quail.

The car is very quiet.

Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had irritability, and generally wouldn't be clever to provoke him.

Jiang Ren drove the car for a long while, and a soft voice came from behind: "Just under the platform in front."

The sound seemed to be mixed with the sweetest honey, and it was like the soft water of the ancient southern town that I went to when I was young. It's just a cold and alienated attitude.

Jiang Ren squeezed the steering wheel and suddenly laughed: "You are really not blind."

As he said, as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal, the bus stop passed by in front of them. Meng Ting was a little panicked now, she was a little uneasy holding the horizontal blind stick. She didn't mess with him, why is he so annoying.

Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuancheng beside him, Zhao Nuancheng did not dare to say a word.

Just kidding, mania is terrible.

If you get crazy...

The group got off the car at Xiaogang City.

There was a sound of rain outside, and the street was wet and transparent in a blink of an eye. The night comes, and the city neon flashes.

The three big characters of Xiaogangcheng shone with dazzling purple light.

Meng heard that the station was at the door, and Xiaogangcheng was quite far away from her home. She didn't have enough money to take a taxi back.

Jiang Ren hung the keychain on his index finger: "Senior students, go in and play."

He called them to go in and play, not to ask for advice.

Several burly security guards at the door knew him, bending over to call Shao Jiang. Jiang Ren's lips smiled slightly, and the back of his hand still hurts. Don't you look down on them, you have to have fun together.

Meng Ting also knew that he would not give up unless he reached his goal, so he could only go in with Zhao Nuancheng.

Shen Yuqing looked at Meng Ting suspiciously, and the girl behind her leaned in her ear and said, "Yuqing, don't worry. I just asked He Junming, and he said that the blind man beat Jiang Ren. What's more, she was alone. Jiang Ren would not like a blind man who is so ugly."

Shen Yuqing's face was much better now.

Compared to the slightly cooler autumn outside, Xiaogang City is much warmer inside.

Meng Ting has never been to such a place.

In her memory, getting along with Jiang Ren was more after her eyes got better. He always ran after her, never caring about being rejected by her. In order to please her in the last life, Jiang Ren would not force her to come to Xiaogang City.

Warm yellow lighting layout, luxurious soft sofa.

There are several competitive handles on the table. A private room, microphone, wine, billiards, everything.

There are also meals and pastries on the big table.

A group of people ate the meal first.

"Brother Shinobu, a toast."

Jiang Ren clinked glasses with him.

The dinner table was very lively, only Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng were incompatible.

Jiang Ren looked at Meng Ting. She ate in a small mouth. Although she could see her uncomfortable, she sat upright.

Most of the girls on the table said they were full when they touched a little. She was quiet and ate a bowl while they were drinking. Then put down his chopsticks and said nothing.

She has a temperament.

Enviable, but also wanting to destroy.

Jiang Ren bends his lips first: "Come to play the game, there is a penalty for losing."

He opened his mouth and everyone said yes.

A very simple game, report the numbers one by one. Applause when it's seven or a multiple of seven. This is going very fast.

Jiang Ren glanced at Meng Ting, calculated her seat, and scored a sixteen by herself.

The boy behind quickly clapped his hands.

When it was Meng's turn to listen, she should be twenty-one. However, she did not know that she had to participate in this game. Jiang Ren lit a cigarette and leaned on the backrest: "High-achieving students, go feel the punishment."

Next to it is a big box.

Meng Ting whispered: "I don't know I want to participate." She hesitated, and under everyone's eyes, she clapped gently. "Does that count?"

The scene was quiet for a while, and then He Jun laughed madly: "I'm so ridiculous, my mother." Who the **** will clap after a few minutes.

Shen Yuqing and the others also kept laughing.

Fang Tan looked at Jiang Ren, in the mist. Jiang Ren's eyes also had little smiles.

"No, feel for the paper and accept the punishment. Can you afford to play?"

Meng Ting's face turned red, and she slowly realized how funny clapping was.

She also saw that Jiang Ren was playing tricks on her, so she didn't plan to let her go.

She hesitated, and finally took out a note amidst their roar.

Meng listened to see the words clearly, and was stunned for a while.

The girl next to me grabbed it and read it out: "Look at someone of the opposite **** for ten seconds."

Everyone is excited now.

Meng heard that she was blind.

This kind of ambiguous game is scary to whoever plays it.

Seeing her face, He Junming didn't know which way she was looking: "Fuck you, don't come over!"

Everyone laughed and their shoulders trembled.

Zhao Nuancheng's eyes turned red, and he could see that he was being humiliated. She gritted her teeth: "Don't deceive others too much."

When Jiang Ren looked over lightly, Zhao Nuancheng was frightened and stopped quickly.

Jiang Ren put his hands on the sofa, his legs arbitrarily curled up, and pushed the cigarette into the ashtray: "Come here, classmate. They are all afraid of you, and only me is left."

Meng Ting didn't know who pushed her. When she turned her head, several girls were covering their mouths and laughing. Only Shen Yuqing's face is not so good.

Meng Ting knew that if Jiang Ren couldn't let Jiang Ren let her go today, she probably wouldn't be able to return home.

She walked over slowly and sat down beside him.

Jiang Ren smelled the fragrance again.

The pure and elegant after rain hit the gardenia.

She was a little uneasy, and her voice became soft and gentle through the countless noises outside: "My eyes are not good, can I not take off my sunglasses?"

He made a good deed.

Then he met his dim eyes behind the light ink. Her lenses are close, and the shape of her eyes can be seen.

How do you describe the feeling at that moment?

It seems that the mountains are beautiful, and the clouds are after the rain. Only by looking at its shape, one can see the dim beauty.

Ten seconds is actually very difficult for Meng Ting. She was facing the light, her eyes were slightly painful, and she was beginning to shine.

When ten seconds passed, Meng Ting walked away embarrassedly, Zhao Nuancheng was already crying.

He Junming was so close, he obviously knew that he could no longer stimulate the two girls in No.7 Middle School, and asked Jiang Ren in a low voice, "Brother Ren, what's your feeling, isn't it terrible?"

Jiang Ren suddenly became agitated and pushed him away: "Get away."

He got up and walked over a few steps: "Get up and take you home."

Don't cry and fuck, aren't you blaming you?

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