What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 43 Bad

If he hadn't taken advantage of the little alcohol today, if he hadn't been able to see Tan Jingyang's face in the dark, even if he borrowed the guts of Ji Zhun, he might not have dared to just throw out the doubts in his heart.

The words rolled in my throat for a long time, and I still felt a little regretful when I really said them.

Tan Jingyang sat motionless on the chair, her whole body hidden in the night.

After a long silence, he finally raised the corners of his lips resignedly:

"Yes."

Jizhun's palms hidden in the quilt were covered with sweat, and he took a deep breath to stabilize his heartbeat: "It's not Cheng Zui."

When he said this, he used a declarative sentence.

Tan Jingyang was taken aback for a moment, and then there was helplessness in his eyes, and

he smiled instead: "Of course not." He reached out to touch the cigarette case on the table, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "Ji Zhun, next time!" The next time I see that person you know, can you ask him for me..."

"Ask what." Jizhun's eyes flickered, and he scratched the bed sheet with his fingernails.

Tan Jingyang polished the lighter, and the faint flame briefly illuminated his face.

His eyes were suppressed and intertwined with countless emotions, but his tone was still calm and gentle:

"Ask for me, what does he think when he knows what I'm thinking?"

...

the two stopped talking after that, Tan Jingyang silently smoked the cigarette in one puff and put it into the ashtray. He opened the curtains again so that the wind outside could dissipate the smell in the room as quickly as possible.

He had indeed smoked too many cigarettes today, and now his throat was dry and astringent.

A gaze followed him all the time. Tan Jingyang gazed at the twilight of the city, turned his back to the person behind him and said softly, "Sleep, call me if you need anything."

He returned to the chair and sat down.

"What's the matter with you sitting all this time?" Jizhun closed his eyes, and sighed inaudibly after a while, "Go to bed." After he finished speaking, he turned over, but accidentally

touched Tailbone, brows tightened in pain.

Tan Jingyang still didn't move. Just when Ji Zhun thought he really had to sit and wait for dawn, the vacant seat beside the bed suddenly sank slightly.

After a rustling sound, he lifted the quilt and slowly lay down along the edge of the bed.

Judging from the other party's careful movements, Ji Zhun could tell that Tan Jingyang was feeling uneasy even without looking. But he himself was not much better. The entire back is amplifying the other person's body temperature, like countless small electric currents running up the spine.

Ji Zhun closed his eyes forcibly to ignore this feeling, and recited the classical Chinese text repeatedly in his mind.

If Lao Ma knew that he spent the few few times he studied hard at this time, he didn't know how he would react.

I don't know how long he struggled, but Ji Zhun finally fell asleep in a daze with a racing heart.

When his consciousness was in chaos, he seemed to hear a faint sigh from the people around him again.