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    Ruan Xing got on the elevator and opened the door with the key.

    Ruan Xing¡¯s father is in business, and her mother is a senior vocational employee in a state-owned enterprise. The two of them are usually not strict with her. The only requirement is that her academic performance must not be lost, and she can do whatever she wants with the rest.

    "Ruan Xing is back." Seeing Ruan Xing's return, Ruan's mother quickly stood up and pulled Ruan Xing into the living room. Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged couple and a girl about the same age as Ruan Xing, "This  It¡¯s Uncle Lu¡¯s family.¡±

    Ruan Xing nodded, his voice was neither sweet nor greasy, and he didn't mean the slightest bit of flattery, he just kept his dignity.

    "Hello, Uncle Lu." Her eyes swept over the shrewd-looking middle-aged man.

    "Hello, Aunt Lu." Her eyes swept over the bejeweled but slightly bloated middle-aged woman.

    Finally, her eyes fell on the pretty girl.

    "Lu¡ª¡ª"

    "Lu Qingwan." The girl's voice was like a spring bird.

    "Hello." Ruan Xing said without much emotion.

    "Can high school students dress up like this now?" Uncle Lu suddenly said, looking Ruan Xing up and down with his flabby eyelids. Ruan Xing felt like he was a newly-launched property.

    ¡°What kind of antique is this?¡± Ruan Xing thought. It was funny. How low-minded his idea was, being judged by someone who had only met him for less than two minutes.

    "Children these days like to be very individual and normal." Ruan's father has always protected Ruan Xing, and he also knows his daughter's temperament. If she is allowed to respond with a sharp tongue, the situation will be messed up by this little king of hell.  What it looks like.

    ¡°This¡ª¡± the old antique still wanted to say.

    "Isn't your Qingwan going to transfer to Ruan Xing School? From now on, the girls from the two families will be classmates," Ruan's father gave Ruan Xing a look, "As for adults, you two go to the room to play first."

    Ruan Xing nodded, naturally understanding what it meant. He picked up his schoolbag and put it on one shoulder, wrapping his hands around his chest.  Lu Qingwan followed Ruan Xing, and the two entered Ruan Xing's room. Ruan Xing closed the door with his feet.

    With her schoolbag still on the bed, the room fell into silence.

    "Sister, your collar is turned up."

    The person who broke the silence was Lu Qingwan, who seemed more introverted.

    "Oh." Ruan Xing touched her collar. It was true. She took off her school uniform and put it on the back of the chair.  Ruan Xing thought of that scene in the night, the young man's expression was so shallow that she seemed to see the light overflowing through the gap.

    His voice was just right deep.

    ¡°I was scratched by a cat while walking.¡±

    "Just call me Ruan Xing."

    "Can a cat jump so high?" Lu Qingwan asked.

    ¡°¡­¡± Ruan Xing was obviously not ready to answer.

    Falling into silence again, Lu Qingwan did not sit idle. She took out a small booklet from her pocket and began to recite ancient poems silently.

    Ruan Xing took out his mobile phone and lay down on the bed, but had no intention of looking at it. He started to observe Lu Qingwan - how should I put it, the appearance is barely seven points, but the victory is that the temperament is pure and clean, but she is too plain, and her body  There is no decoration that a girl should have.

    It is indeed the child raised by her newly born father.

    "Hey, three good students." Ruan Xing asked, "Why did you come to our school?"

    "My dad was transferred from work, so I followed suit."

    "Where are you from?"

    "City B."

    "From the north?" Ruan Xing was surprised, "Why do you look more graceful than a girl from the south?"

    "Really?" Lu Qingwan laughed and raised the corners of her lips, "Ruan Xing, actually you are what I think a southern woman should be like."

    "What's it like?"

    "There are many kinds of charm."

    "Thank you." Ruan Xing laughed when he heard the words, "You know? This word is not a good word sometimes."

    Lu Qingwan waved her hands quickly when she heard this: "No, no, I didn't mean that -"

    "I know you haven't." Ruan Xing interrupted her.

    ¡­¡­

    The communication between the two was very daily, not particularly enthusiastic, always intermittent. Ruan Xing lay looking at his mobile phone, while Lu Qingwan sat aside and endorsed.

    "When are you going to turn around?" Ruan Xing asked.

    "Recently."

    ¡°Tell me when you¡¯re sure.¡±nbsp; Suddenly, Jiang He raised his hand.  He raised his hands casually, his eyes were shining in the sun, and dripping from his eyes along the smooth lines of his mandible fell on the white collar.

    "Is there anything else?"

    Jiang He stood up, feeling like he was alone in the world.  The skin on his neck is very white, and veins can be seen faintly.

    "Should I go empty-handed?" Jiang He asked.

    "Oh, yes, you need to bring a pen and paper. Jiang He is very thoughtful." The teacher cast a disgusting look of approval.  Jiang He didn't seem to receive the teacher's signal, so he sat down directly and continued to immerse himself in writing the questions.

    There was a five-minute break between the morning self-study and the first class, and there were more discussions.  Several girls specially ran to Jiang He's table and said something with smiles on their faces. However, Jiang He's expression did not change from the beginning to the end. It was still cold and cold, with a dead face that was not sad.

    "Sister Xing." Chen Jiarui nuzzled his lips in the direction of Jiang He, "This is almost the same as the scene where you were pursued, Sister Xing."

    "Really?" Ruan Xing glanced over with a very indifferent look and said jokingly, "That's not even close."-

    The first period was a math class, and the math teacher was talking about the finale question. When it came to the second question, Ruan Xing kept spinning in a dead end no matter what.  Mathematics has always been her dominant subject, and she rarely encounters questions that she has no clue about, which makes her upset.

    She heard the sound of putting down a pen, which came from Jiang He's direction.

    She was even more upset, realizing that she couldn't figure it out at all.

    x=¡­¡­

    Ruan Xing turned his pen tip and crossed out all the equations, and all the lengthy equations were beheaded in an instant.

    She folded the paper and held out her hand to the classmate next to her.

    "Give it to Jiang He for me."

    "What?" Li Ziting was very sleepy, but suddenly she woke up.

    "Title."

    "If you don't believe it, you are definitely either committing adultery or stealing."

    "You can see for yourself later."

    The note quickly reached Jiang He's hands. He opened the paper and immediately started writing.

    The barrel of the pen was trembling, and his thinking did not stop for a moment.

    The note was folded and quickly passed back.

    Li Ziting insisted on looking at it. When Ruan Xing opened it, the process was neatly written line by line in red pen. The horizontal bars were densely packed with data, mixed with letters and numbers.

    "It's boring!" Li Ziting buried her head in sleep.

    Ruan Xing began to look at Jiang He seriously.

    His problem-solving method is rare, but there is no loophole in the entire problem-solving process and the logic is strict.  Ruan Xing took a rough look at it first, and then prepared to read the detailed process seriously.

    She saw a faint pencil mark.

    I didn¡¯t see it just now.

    Very hidden.

    He made a shallow wavy line where she had been painted to look ferocious.

    An arrow points to the words he wrote.

    This line of writing is different from the neatness of the problem-solving process. Jiang He's writing seems to be a bit sloppy¡ª¡ª

    "You have quite a temper."

    Such are the six words.

    ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù

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