(This only describes high school students at the high school age; they only met each other when they were younger. There's nothing shameful about studying.)
After casually glancing at the comments below, Jiang Mingxi tossed her phone aside and looked up at Song Lan.
He drank alcohol.
I feel dizzy.
My mind was clear, but my eyes were uncontrollably unfocused, and my voice was a little hoarse.
" Teacher Song."
Song Lan leaned against the door, looking at Jiang Mingxi, their eyes meeting. "Hmm?"
I want to eat egg pancakes again tomorrow.
Looking at Song Lan, Jiang Mingxi's clear eyes held a cunning, fox-like quality. Although Jiang Mingxi had said she wanted to eat egg pancakes again tomorrow, her slightly hoarse voice sounded to Song Lan as if she wanted something else entirely.
Song Lan's Adam's apple bobbed. "I'll make it for you."
Jiang Mingxi fell silent and just stared at Song Lan.
Song Lan couldn't resist that gaze, just like back in Bridgehead Village, when he had only known her for two days and he couldn't handle it either.
With her fingers hanging down, Song Lan clenched them slightly and walked towards Jiang Mingxi.
Jiang Mingxi kept his gaze fixed on Song Lan until Song Lan walked up to him. Jiang Mingxi frowned. " Teacher Song, do you think I've seen you before?"
Song Lan stopped next to Jiang Mingxi and brushed a stray hair from Jiang Mingxi's forehead with her finger. "Why do you say that?"
Jiang Mingxi's cheeks were flushed. Song Lan ran her fingers through her hair and touched Jiang Mingxi's face.
Her delicate skin felt slightly hot.
Song Lan's fingers were slightly cool, Jiang Mingxi found comfortable. She shook her head and gently rubbed her cheek against Song Lan's hand.
"If we hadn't met before, how could I have liked Teacher Song Teacher Song first sight?" Jiang Mingxi nuzzled against him a few times, then reached out and hugged Song Lan 'Song Lan waist, resting her chin on his lower abdomen, tilting her head back to look into his eyes. "I like Teacher Song so much. Even though you bullied me and I was so sad, I still couldn't help but like you."
A single, hurtful remark pierced Song Lan's heart.
It tastes sour.
Bubbling.
"I was wrong, I won't bully you anymore." Song Lan gently touched Jiang Mingxi's face and responded softly.
Jiang Mingxi grunted.
Even though Song Lan was the one who was forced to drink the most alcohol that night, he was still somewhat drunk.
He shook his head.
A sly smile flickered in his eyes.
" Teacher Song, I have a secret to tell you." Jiang Mingxi said, releasing Song Lan 'Song Lan waist and reaching for her clothes. "Lower yourself a little, and I'll tell you."
His eyes held a hint of mystery.
Song Lan's heartstrings fluttered at his lively little expression, so she simply pulled up a chair and sat opposite Jiang Mingxi, then pulled him onto her lap, "What secret?"
Even if a person is sober after drinking, their actions will always be much more exaggerated than when they haven't been drinking.
Thinking it was a private conversation, Jiang Mingxi whispered in Song Lan's ear, " Teacher Song, I'm not from this world. I came from a book. Do you know what transmigrating into a book is?"
Song Lan didn't know whether she was aware that she had transmigrated into a book.
All he knew was that when Jiang Mingxi got close, her lips touched his ear and neck, and her breath sprayed over him, every single nerve in his body trembled.
Holding Jiang Mingxi's waist tightly, Song Lan's breathing was a little unsteady, "What kind of book are you wearing?"
Teasing him.
I want to kiss him again.
Jiang Mingxi said seriously, "In ' The Overbearing CEO Dotes Every Night,' I'm cannon fodder in this book, killed by Jiang Ke and Jiang Mingle."
Song Lan frowned and hugged the person tighter, "No."
Jiang Mingxi laughed, "I know that's not true. The original owner of this body was murdered. I'm so powerful, of course it wouldn't happen. But, Teacher Song, before I transmigrated into this book, I liked someone."
Song Lan:???
"When I was in high school, a transfer student came to our class. He was really handsome, and I really liked him. He was very nice to me. He would bring me water and delicious food every day, and he would even take me to watch him play basketball."
" Teacher Song, you and he look so alike!"
Song Lan:...
Am I a stand-in?
Song Lan grabbed Jiang Mingxi's waist tightly with one hand, and with the other, pinched Jiang Mingxi's chin. "You think of me as your high school classmate? (Everyone has high school classmates)"
Jiang Mingxi shook her head, her eyes warm. "No, he's nice to me, but he won't let me kiss him. Teacher Song lets me kiss him, it's different."
Song Lan:...
Can you listen to what a drunkard says?
Taking a deep breath, Song Lan pinched the little drunkard's chin and asked, "What's his name?"
Jiang Mingxi felt uncomfortable being pinched, so she shook her head and freed her chin from Song Lan's grasp. "Call me Song Lan."
Song Lan:...
You can't listen to a drunkard.
Not letting her touch his chin, Song Lan pinched Jiang Mingxi's lips. "You said you'd seen me before, just because you mistook him for me?"
Feeling uncomfortable from having her lips pinched, Jiang Mingxi shifted her position, hugging Song Lan's neck, her breath warm, " Teacher Song, is it possible that he is you?"
My buttocks are rubbing against my thighs.
Song Lan, unable to bear the teasing any longer, hugged Jiang Mingxi tightly. "Don't move," he whispered, then added, "I'm seven years older than you. How can we go to the same high school?"
Song Lan had investigated Jiang Mingxi's past.
However, when he looked up his high school years (everyone has an age to go to school), he only found that Jiang Mingxi took the college entrance examination from a high school in a small town and got into university (children from small towns can also go to university, how could this be considered vulgar?). But according to the information he found, Jiang Mingxi was on sick leave for three years of high school (this is a normal person studying), and he hardly went to school.
Song Lan had originally planned to investigate and learn more about Jiang Mingxi herself, but since the little drunkard had brought up the topic, Song Lan followed up by asking, "Where did you go to high school?"
Jiang Mingxi leaned against Song Lan's chest, " Mingde High School. (Study!)"
Mingde High School (this is a proper school, a place for studying)?
He attended Mingde High School (Why is studying considered vulgar?).
But what he found out was that Jiang Mingxi attended high school in town, which was clearly called Yanghe Town No. 3 Middle School (he just studied there; he didn't do anything, he was just learning!).
"My homeroom teacher is Zhou Dafa, and my Chinese teacher Xu Cui. There's a transfer student in our class named Song Lan. You can ask around if you don't believe me." Jiang Mingxi grumbled, then suddenly stopped leaning on Song Lan and lightly hit him on the shoulder. "I already told you, you'll trust me from now on."
Song Lan was stunned by the beating.
His homeroom teacher's name is Zhou Dafa.
His Chinese teacher's Xu Cui.
He did indeed transfer to Mingde High School in his second year of high school (there's nothing shameful about transferring schools in the second year of high school).
but!
How could that be!
There's such a big age difference between him and Jiang Mingxi!
How could they be in the same class?
When he was in his second year of high school, Jiang Mingxi was only... ten years old (everyone starts school at around ten years old)?
After hitting Song Lan, Jiang Mingxi sighed again, "But it's normal that you don't know. I already said I transmigrated from a book. I'm talking about things from my original world. You're a person in the book, so of course you wouldn't know."
He finished humming.
Jiang Mingxi got up from Song Lan's arms and started to stand up.
Song Lan supported his waist, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Mingxi said as she got up, "Going to the restroom."
After saying that.
She blinked and looked at Song Lan, " Teacher Song, will you help me?"