MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg O-Chapter 49

It's still raining.

It was not yet completely bright, and what I saw outside the window was a somewhat gray sky.

Tang Wenzhen had already left at night, it is said that she left at three o'clock.

She is going to Munich by plane.

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When Jiang Shu got up, Wen Yao was already sitting in the living room reading.

She was sitting in a corner of the sofa in her school uniform, her long ink-like hair hanging down beside her ears.

The aunt made breakfast and called the two of them over.

She seems to have become familiar with Wen Yao.

Jiang Shuyi and Wen Yao sat at the dining table.

Wen Yao chewed the food in his mouth quietly, looking very elegant.

Jiang Shuyi felt that Wen Yao's elegance seemed to be more integrated into the atmosphere of this family than himself.

This morning's breakfast was sandwiches, potato salad, and my aunt's freshly squeezed cherry juice.

Jiang Shuyi swallowed a mouthful of the sandwich slowly, the soft bread was mixed with the crisp taste of lettuce leaves, and the aroma of raw ham and butter spread in her mouth.

"Did you sleep well yesterday?"

"..." Wen Yao's hand paused for a few seconds, "It's okay."

"I woke up once in the middle of the night. When I was looking for water to drink, your mother made me a cup of cocoa." She continued.

"..." Jiang Shuyi looked at Wen Yao with some pity, "That must be too sweet, right?"

"She just likes to eat sweets too much, and her eyes are not good."

Jiang Shuyi shook his head and said.

"..." Wen Yao didn't deny that the drink that exploded with sugar had a sweetness that could destroy people's taste buds.

"Your mother was indeed a very nice person."

"..." Jiang Shuyi looked at her in a daze for a few seconds, then laughed, "It's just as long as you like her."

After Wen Yao quietly put the potato salad into his mouth, he drank the cherries juice in one gulp.

The red juice left a rich color on her pale pink lips.

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but stop holding the sandwich for a few seconds.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Yao wiped off the crimson juice stains on the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

"…nothing."

Jiang Shuyi came back to her senses, she looked at Wen Yao and asked, "Cherry juice, is it good?"

"Yeah." Wen Yao replied quietly.

So, Jiang Shuyi put his own cup in front of Wen Yao, and she smiled and said:

"If you like it, I'll give you mine too, and you can drink more."

Cherry juice has a unique fruit aroma. The red pulp is squeezed into a glass of juice with the same color as gemstones, which makes people have a different feeling in the cold winter.

"No."

Wen Yao looked at the juice in front of him and shook his head.

"Why?"

"This cup is yours." Wen Yao said.

Jiang Shuyi felt a little indifferent, "I can ask Auntie to squeeze another cup for me."

"I don't think I have to eat more if I like it, and I want to maintain my current body shape."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao's seemingly thin body.

"You're not fat."

"This is something to keep." Wen Yao said lightly.

"I think that everything should be done in moderation. Without moderation, you can never be satisfied."

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Because it was still raining, the two of them went to school by car.

When I arrived at the school, there was still some time before the morning self-study, and no one passed by the school gate.

The two got out of the car quietly.

No one could see that the two of them got out of the same car.

"...Is it cold? Wen Yao."

After getting off the car, Jiang Shuyi stretched out his hand to straighten Wen Yao's scarf.

"It's not cold." Wen Yao shook his head gently without any resistance.

She looked at the raindrops falling on the ground and the wet withered leaves, and after a long time, she said Jiang Shuyi's name:

"Jiang Shuyi."

"Um?"

"Don't tell anyone what happened yesterday."

She pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooping.

"..." Jiang Shuyi nodded as if he didn't know where to look.

"oh."

She moved a little closer to Wen Yao's side to block the blowing wind.

"Don't worry, I won't tell other people about your family."

"..." Wen Yao took a few more steps and picked up his backpack.

"If you can, don't tell other people that I live in your house..."

Jiang Shuyi looked at the puddle in front of him, blinked after a few seconds of silence, "Oh...okay."

"Don't tell Zhou Jingtang and Song Jinxi either."

Wen Yao lowered her gaze, and after a few seconds she looked into Jiang Shuyi's eyes, "I—"

Wen Yao rarely organized his language well.

Jiang Shuyi stretched out his hand and patted Wen Yao's head.

"It's okay, if I don't tell them, no one will know."

Jiang Shuyi smiled.

"..." Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi and was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, she lowered her eyes and whispered:

"Thanks."

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At night, the heat in Jiang Shuyi's room frosted the windows.

Wen Yao took Jiang Shuyi's physics test paper, frowned, and pointed at the last question of the fill-in-the-blank question with his finger.

"You were very inattentive tonight, and you made mistakes in such a simple question."

She was wearing a black long sleeve and a beige long skirt so long that her ankles could not be seen and sat beside Jiang Shuyi.

Jiang Shuyi had to say that Wen Yao was very suitable for wearing black clothes.

Because Wen Yao's skin is very white, when she wears black clothes, her sense of existence will become a little stronger, and it will add a little bit of mystery that people can't see through.

"Jiang Shuyi, don't look around," Wen Yao tapped the red pen on the table lightly, "Look at the question."

Jiang Shuyi quickly turned his gaze back to the physics paper.

"Is this question the same as the fifth question in the exercise book you did two days ago?"

"yes…"

In fact, Jiang Shuyi couldn't remember much.

After all, she has to do six or seven papers every day, isn't that the thing before more than ten papers in the first two days?

Who can remember this?

"..." Oh, Wen Yao remembered it, even if she didn't do it.

"When encountering such a problem, as I said, directly—"

Jiang Shuyi sighed inwardly, and secretly glanced at the clock. It was almost twelve o'clock, and her biological clock had already started to ring.

"I want to sleep." Jiang Shuyi propped his chin up with his hands, eyes half-opened and half-closed.

"Wen Yao."

Living with Wen Yao is really a very unique experience.

The two of them can now say that they even share the bathroom and toilet.

Eating, going to school, and leaving school are all together.

It can be said that the furthest distance between them turned out to be at school.

But this distance made Jiang Shuyi's life extremely painful.

According to the schedule Wen Yao gave her, she would get up at five o'clock every morning.

After getting up, do math problems first, then have breakfast, and go to bed immediately after finishing homework at night.

It can be said that it is not interesting at all.

She even felt in her heart that her life was no different from the prisoners in the prison except for eating.

However, even prisoners have time to go out and move freely, but she doesn't.

"..." Jiang Shuyi had hung up his tears while holding back his yawn, "I think I really have no strength left."

"But you still haven't finished half of the questions." Wen Yao said.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her, expressing his sleepiness with silence, "..."

Wen Yao patted her head quietly, "You can do it, Jiang Shuyi."

"..." Jiang Shuyi looked into Wen Yao's eyes, but the grievance in his heart did not decrease in the slightest.

She sniffed, feeling more and more that patting the head was just a way to coax children.

Does Wen Yao think that as long as she pats her on the head, she will obediently agree to her?

"Not enough." Jiang Shuyi lowered his eyes and whispered.

Perhaps what Wen Yao said a few days ago was correct.

In the past two days, Wen Yao has patted her on the head too much, and now she feels that it is not enough.

Of course, the head shot is of course indispensable.

But she's going to push the envelope.

Just as an encouragement, she didn't want Wen Yao to just pat her on the head.

"..."

Wen Yao quickly understood Jiang Shuyi's meaning, she embraced her arms, and paused for a bit troubled.

"Then what do you want?"

Jiang Shuyi lowered his head, "Christmas..."

The end of December is approaching, and before the end of the month is Christmas.

The so-called Christmas is a festival composed of two opposite colors of green and red.

It is full of three classic images of Christmas tree, reindeer and Santa Claus.

She couldn't bear that on such a day, she had to be locked up at home by Wen Yao to do questions.

Wen Yao looked at her without speaking.

Her eyes seemed to be coldly urging Jiang Shuyi to say, 'Oh, you should keep talking'.

Jiang Shuyi poked Wen Yao with a pen, "Why don't you go to the movies with me..."