Recently, Qin Li has been slightly apprehensive of asking Zhi Ying questions. The sole reason being that Qin Lin would also be unhappy if someone kept looking for his girlfriend. Using his own standards to judge others, he believed that Jiang Wei must dislike him. Even though Qin Li didn't have a girlfriend right now, he still understood these kinds of things.
"Zhi…" Qin Li took advantage of the 20 minute break after the second period to come over with a question and awkwardly coughed, "Zhi Ying, I want to ask you a question, you just need to write the explanation on the paper and then give it to me."
After speaking, he hurried back to his seat immediately.
Zhi Ying took the paper, and leaned against the table to calculate the problem. The winter sun caused people to want to bask under its light warmth, but unfortunately only a glimmer of light managed to pass through the glass windows.
However this light was already very precious to Zhi Ying who was afraid of the cold. Thus, she directly lay down on the table, lying underneath the slight warmth of the sun's rays.
Sometimes, when she tilted her head and saw Jiang Wei's upright posture next to her, Zhi Ying felt a little envious.
Whatever, she couldn't do it; she always sat comfortably.
Maybe it was because of the weak sunshine that shone on her face, which made people want to sleep. Or maybe it was because the questions under her pen were too simple and not challenging enough. Regardless of the reason, as Zhi Ying lay on the table, her eyelids gradually became heavy. Then the hand holding the pen slowly loosened.
The pen was heavier and cooler to the touch than normal pens. When it fell on her face, it promptly woke up Zhi Ying who was about to doze off.
The cold pen made Zhi Ying almost jump up. She straightened up abruptly, and her knee hit the bottom of the desk drawer with a crisp thud.
Taking a deep breath, Zhi Ying couldn't care about the cold stimulation on her face from just now. She placed her head on the table, covered her knees with her hands, and tears formed, swirling in her eyes.
It wasn't that Zhi Ying needed to cry, it was just sudden physiological tears prompted from the pain.
"Zhi Ying?" Jiang Wei's anxious voice came from next to her ear, "Did you bump into something?"
Zhi Ying frowned and raised her head, "It's okay."
The pain hadn't completely subsided, but Zhi Ying gritted her teeth and raised her head to comfort her deskmate with a smile, telling him not to worry. However, the tears still fell unconsciously.
Big drops of tears slid down her cheeks, Zhi Ying blinked, not reacting yet.
Jiang Wei's jaw tensed. His fingers tightened and loosened as he quickly took out a tissue, held Zhi Ying's face with both hands, and wiped away her tears.
"I'll just do it myself." Zhi Ying pressed one of Jiang Wei's hands, while her other hand was still holding onto her knee.
When Jiang Wei held Zhi Ying's face, he realized just how small her face was. Before he could sigh, he withdrew his hand and bent down to press on Zhi Ying's knee.
"Is it this one?" Jiang Wei pressed tentatively, and seeing Zhi Ying's face wrinkled into a ball, he lowered his head and helped Zhi Ying massage carefully.
After wiping away the sudden tears, Zhi Ying's pain slowly subsided.
She also looked down at her knee, and whispered to Jiang Wei who was still massaging, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Jiang Wei straightened up, with an obscure look in his eyes that Zhi Ying couldn't understand.
"Be more careful." Jiang Wei's voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was not very good-looking.
Zhi Ying couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel that Jiang Wei was in a bad mood.
"Oh." Zhi Ying turned back around and sat properly, thinking to herself, 'Why is Jiang Wei in a worse mood than me, who bumped into a table?'
Although Jiang Wei didn't look at Zhi Ying again, his mind was completely on her.
He lowered his eyes, gradually filling with self-blame.
Even while he was by her side, Zhi Ying could get into a lot of trouble. If he left her, Jiang Wei didn't know what Zhi Ying would do in the future.
Sometimes when Jiang Wei looked at Zhi Ying, he wanted to make her small, and then place her in a glass bottle and put it near his heart. This way, no external harm could come close to her, and he could always be with her.
***
"I don't think so." Han Jiaojiao and Zhao Qian were chatting and laughing together, while Zhao Qian's school uniform was rolled up into a big roll.
"Anyway, I want a barbecue flavor." Zhao Qian laughed and walked over to Li Ge's seat. A corner of his school uniform was revealed and he quickly poured several packs of snacks on his table.
Qin Li, who was busily calculating questions next to him, heard the voice and silently watched Zhao Qian.
"Uh...a pack of crispy noodles for you?" Zhao Qian carefully dug out a pack of noodles from the rolled up school uniform.
Qin Li accepted it with satisfaction, "Thank you." Then he went back to work on his own questions.
High school was the main period of growth and development, and they had to concentrate on a large number of topics. It was common for them to be hungry by the second period.
"Remember to leave that bag of QQ candy to me." Han Jiaojiao shouted from behind.
Zhao Qian made a gesture of ok, walked up to Zhi Ying's seat and smiled, "Zhi Ying, I'm giving out food."
At this moment, Jiang Wei also looked up at him.
Zhao Qian, who was watched by Qin Li just now, didn't even think about it, picked out a pack of noodles and put them on Jiang Wei's table, "Crispy noodles?"
"..." Seeing this scene, Han Jiaojiao immediately reached out and poked Zhao Qian in the side. She stood behind him and hastily whispered, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Qian was shocked, remembering that Jiang Wei was their competition, and immediately stretched out his hand to retrieve the crispy noodles. However. he was held down by a slender and clean hand.
Zhao Qian swallowed, looked up along that hand, and looked into a pair of beautiful black eyes.
"Thank you." Jiang Wei naturally took the package of crispy noodles.
Zhao Qian was inexplicably flattered. Jiang Wei's presence in the class couldn't be said to be either strong or weak.
No matter in terms of appearance or grades, no one in the class could match him. But he didn't socialize with people, and his temperament doesn't match the lively atmosphere in the class.
Ordinary classmates would not take the initiative to come look for him. Only the former classmate Yu Qingyin felt that she was good in all aspects, good-looking, overconfident, and always dared to harass Jiang Wei.
Han Jiaojiao, who was behind Zhao Qian, was still waiting for the food, so she pulled Zhao Qian towards the seat.
"Hurry up."
Zhao Qian came back to his senses, and immediately dumped a bunch of snacks on Zhi Ying's table.
"Thank you." Zhi Ying gathered them into a corner.
"Ying Ying, what's wrong with your eyes?" Han Jiaojiao frowned and looked closely at Zhi Ying's red eyes.
Zhi Ying stretched out her hand to rub her eyes, "I... just bumped my knee into the table."
"Bumped your knee, are you okay?" Zhao Qian, who was sitting in his seat, turned around and asked immediately upon hearing this.