Jiang Qin raised his eyes and looked at those people, still looking calm and calm, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised and became more and more crooked.
Seeing this expression of elation, the boys across from them held their breath for a moment, as if they had been hurt a lot, and immediately began to talk about the quintessence of the Chinese nation.
what is this? The victor’s taunt? !
“Look, this is convincing people with reason.” Jiang Qin said lightly.
Yang Shuan’s scalp was numb: “So this is called convincing people with reason. I’ve learned…”
“Little rich woman, are you cold?”
The wind on Wu’an Mountain is quite strong. Only half of this stall has its back to the wind, and the rest is covered by felt. However, there is often wind coming through the gaps. Jiang Qin himself feels a little cold. He wraps up his down jacket subconsciously and is a little worried at the same time. Feng Nanshu.
“Jiang Qin, my little hands are cold.”
As the little rich woman spoke, she put her hand into his pocket, her cold eyes becoming watery.
“If you do this, I will be hated very much.”
“?”
“Forget it, just hate it. After all, it was me, a good friend, who unjustly shouldered everything for you.”
Jiang Qin also took her other little hand, rubbed it twice and put it in his palm to warm his best friend.
Feng Nanshu puffed up her cheeks, her cold hands were gradually warmed, and her little eyes were filled with joy.
“Jiang Qin, why are they looking at you with clenched teeth?”
“They may be a little envious of our pure and flawless friendship without any ambiguity.”
At the same time, the boys on the other side couldn’t stand it anymore. They shook their heads and wanted to leave. They wished they had never been to this temple fair today. If they hadn’t come, they wouldn’t have seen such a heartbreaking scene.
“Let’s go. Stop looking. The more you look at it, the more panicked you become.”
“Maybe… they’re just friends?”
“My god damn friend, Feng Nanshu lets him touch his little hands casually. Even Zhao Gao doesn’t dare to open his eyes and tell such nonsense.”
“It’s a crappy temple fair, it doesn’t have any good stuff at all, it’s a waste of my time, you idiot.”
“Damn it, why are these roasted chestnuts sour?”
A group of people evacuated from the open space, but not far away, they saw several boys from Class 2 approaching.
The one who walked at the forefront was Qin Zi’ang, the king of the south of the city. He once achieved the feat of shouting in the cafeteria that the whole audience would pay the bill. Although everyone called him Mr. Qin when they met, there were actually many people who were unhappy with him.