Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Finally it was Jiang Beize's turn.

He made a portion of braised pork ribs and minced eggplant. Seeing the white and clean young man, the aunt in charge was naturally happy and gave him a few more spare ribs.

Jiang Beize thanked him politely, then turned around with the dinner plate.

"Wow!"

The vegetable soup of eggplant spilled and splashed on the school uniform gown of the boy behind him.

"Hey, you don't have eyes!"

The boy is a violent master, raising his fist to go crazy.

Jiang Beize stepped back, and a pair of Bambi's eyes blinked, innocent and helpless, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

While talking, he subconsciously looked at the girl beside the boy.

The eyes are facing each other, something is flowing in the air.

Crackling with ambiguous sparks.

The girl smiled flatteringly, her voice suddenly changed, "It's okay, it's okay, he doesn't mind."

The boy was speechless, "Hey, who said I don't mind—why!"

"Really, he doesn't mind,"

The girl squeezed the flesh of the boy's arm, but smiled at Jiang Beize with a bright face, and looked at the perfect face in front of her, "Would you like to pay you an eggplant?"

"No thanks."

"But can you get enough?"

"Yeah, yes."

Jiang Bei Ze Chong's girl nodded, her long eyelashes fluttered, the corners of her mouth raised, and her clear eyes revealed a gentle smile, as if she was pampered.

Soon after, he walked away with the plate, his tablemate was waving at him.

Jiang Beize sat down and wiped the head of his chopsticks with a clean handkerchief.

"Aren't you not eating eggplant?" asked the tablemate in confusion.

"This dish has a lot of soup." Jiang Beize said with a smile.

That afternoon, after the second physical education class, Jiang Beize came out of the equipment room and walked in the direction of the classroom. A sweet voice called him from behind.

Jiang Beize has a good memory. He recognized the girl who was eating dinner behind him at noon. He smiled at her from the corner of his mouth, "Hello."

"Hello..." The girl held a bento in her arms, shyly shyly pushing into his arms.

"I have a cooking class in the afternoon, so I made a little eggplant for you. It's a bit cold, I hope you don't mind."

"Thank you, the bento box looks great."

He smiled, his voice was clean and clear, his eyebrows were crooked and he seemed to be smiling, making the girl's face even redder, "If you like it, hey, I can make it for you tomorrow noon."

"thank you."

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Yang Momo!"

The girl covered her face and ran away after introducing herself.

When that thin back disappeared in the corner, Jiang Beize faintly retracted his gaze, then faintly walked to the trash can, and threw the lunch box in.

He moves naturally, just like throwing away unnecessary garbage.

There was no one around, and the classmates went back to the classroom one after another. He was the only one walking on the edge of the huge playground with a breeze in his sleeves.

He did not see that a handsome boy was leaning against the mulberry tree obliquely behind, staring at his far away back, his brows tightened.

...

The last class was cleaning. Jiang Beize’s task was to wipe the blackboard. He didn’t need to wash the rags himself. Some students had already done all this for him. Some even wanted to wipe the blackboard for him. He smiled and said no. , Do it yourself.

The light in the evening was dappled, and the shards of light mixed with the slanting sun in the distance, all fell together, hitting Jiang Beize's slender figure.

He didn't wear school uniform when he was wiping the blackboard. Inside was a pure white shirt with half-rolled sleeves. The slender knuckles were inherited from Jiang Beiyuan. He stood on tiptoe and wiped the chalk stains on the top. The white collar was clean and not visible. A trace of dust.

Several girls stood behind, staring at his back to commit nympho.

"Really handsome, and so polite. When he handed him the rag, he said thank you."

"It's just a little bit shorter, 170 tsk tsk, if it's higher, it would be fine."

"It will certainly grow. My brother was 10 cm away when he was 18 years old!"

"Jiang Beize! What are you going to get out of me!!!"

A rough voice suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere of the second and sixth high school.