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Jiang Yingjing answered, "I like girls with short hair. The type of girl who is sensitive, quiet and speaks softly. I relish girls who study hard and have pursuits and dreams for the future, so that we'd have common topics to talk about."
He Xing grew more and more frustrated hearing the requirements of his ideal type. Jiang Yingjing’s type seemed to be the polar opposite of her! He Xing didn’t know why but Xia Xiyan’s image suddenly popped up in her mind...
He Xing asked cautiously, "Do you have any type of girls that you don't like?"
Jiang Yingjing examined her. A faint grin hung at the corners of his lips, and his eyes seemed to reflect the sun that was immersing itself into a river.
"I don't like girls with blood type A, who have Aquarius as their star sign, nagging, talkative girls with long hair, with blue striped skirts, wearing white canvas shoes, and are from the News Department."
“……”
That’s the type you don’t like? Isn't that just a description of me?
He Xing stared at Jiang Yingjing, almost crumpling the notebook in her hands into scrap. "Do you hate me so much?"
Jiang Yingjing said innocently, "I don't hate you."
He Xing's mood became slightly better. For an upright person like Jiang Yingjing, who couldn't coax a girl, just the fact that he could deny that he hates her was already a kind consolation. Her heart, which had grown cold, suddenly had an inexplicable warmth ripple through it.
However, Jiang Yingjing fired another shot. "I don't even know you."
He Xing took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
Don't be angry. You’re only going to live for one day anyway. It’s not worth wasting time by being angry at yourself.
He Xing put the pen and paper back inside her bag, and looked up at Jiang Yingjing with a smile.
"Thank you for your cooperation, goodbye."
She turned around. Her soft skirt fluttered in the wind as she rushed towards the door of the rooftop.
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Inside a tea shop on the street, He Xing sat by the window and looked down at her notebook on the table. Her handwriting was very sloppy.
Today, she had still gotten some achievements, and she also found out a lot of little secrets about Jiang Yingjing, hehe hehe …
However, it didn't seem to be of any practical use.
He Xing became angrier and angrier, and closed the book with a "pa".
Didn’t Jiang Yingjing say he didn't know her? Then why did he seem to be targeting her?
The shopkeeper came over and placed two cups of Boba milk tea on the table. "Two cups of milk tea with sugar."
He Xing thanked the boss lad. She poked the straw through the plastic film. Jiang Yingjing had said that he hated sweets and milk tea. Did he think that the world revolved around him? He didn't like it, so she wanted to drink it! Also she’d drink super sweet! He Xing arrogantly took a big sip of the sickeningly sweet milk tea. As she gulped it down, she felt as if the inside of her throat was entirely slathered with syrup.
After drinking half a cup, He Xing couldn't drink anymore. She picked up another cup of milk tea and walked out of the milk tea shop slowly.
The twilight was spilling onto the pitch road, foreshadowing the dark night that was to arrive soon.
He Xing looked down at the pavement as she walked slowly. She was hoping that it would take an eternity before she reached home.
A familiar figure emerged from the bookstore not far away. It was tall and large, wearing a dark blue denim jacket, with a very warm temperament.
Isn't that Qin Xingli?
Qin Xingli didn't need to live on campus, just like He Xing, so sometimes they would run into each other on the road. He Xing had never been so happy to meet Qin Xingli! If Qin Xingli was with her, the murderer should have no chance to kill her today!
He Xing ran happily, waving her hand, and said, "Senior, let's go home together..."
Suddenly the floor under her feet disappeared and she fell into the well with a splash. The milk tea in her hands was not wasted at all, it was poured over her head.
Even if there was no manhole cover in the sewer, why was there a cloth similar in color to the road surface? Anyone will fall off! It must be a trap! Damn it, she was negligent. It turned out that the place where she’d die was not just in the compound.
——
"Riiing ring ring ..."
Not surprisingly, He Xing woke up to the deafening sound of the alarm clock.
This time she didn't hesitate. She got up, and ran to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and weighed it.
This was a knife that cut ribs. It's thick and cumbersomely hefty. It's too hard to wield!
She found another light fruit knife and waved it in the air, feeling that the size and weight were acceptable, and quietly put it in her pocket. She decided that since she would be dead anyway, she might as well fight with that guy!
Her Mother who was frying eggs was startled when turned her head to see her daughter with disheveled hair standing there.
"Xiaoxing, what are you doing? Go change your clothes and prepare to eat."
"Mm Got It."
……
He Xing came to the school. First, just like yesterday, she quickly answered the questions in the class of Teacher Zhang and slept in the class of Teacher Xu. When Teacher Xu woke her to answer the question, she gave the correct answer fluently which impressed everyone.
In the cafeteria at noon, she ordered different food than yesterday. In the afternoon, she watched Jiang Yingjing’s basketball game. But she did not pass him water as before. She kept watching Jiang Yingjing and found that his eyes never looked in her direction.
Jiang Yingjing shouldn’t have lied. He really did not know her. There was no reason to know her...
He Xing returned to the classroom in dismay, and she was depressed and drowsy for the next class.
Ah, don't think about it. The top priority is not Jiang Yingjing, but the abstruse murderer she has to face at night!
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Pampering You Even More
Quick Transmigration: Snatching Golden Fingers
You Treat Me As If I Have A Sickness
The Bowl Of Seven Emotions
Stay Safe and Stay healthy.
Happy reading. <3
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