Jiang and Jiang

Jiang JiangX Jiang Jiang youth campus essay Arrogant and competitive, she is attacked by X, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Demining! ! ! There may be many minor issues with this article! ! For example, the feelings between attack and reception are inexplicable, the sentences are not fluent, and the writing is not good! ! ! If there is any problem with the article, please point it out in the comment area in time! Thank you everyone, I'm just a novice at writing! ! The chirping of cicadas rolled into the campus wrapped in the midsummer heat. In the corridor of Sheng'an High School, the laughter of teenagers hit the wall and bounced back into the wind. The girls walked hand in hand in twos and threes, with their heads close together. Their broken whispers were like dewdrops falling on the grass blades, hiding little secrets that only they knew. In the classroom, there seemed to be an invisible circle around Jiang Jiang's desk - everyone knew that he was number one in his grade, but at this moment, he looked like a "college bully" who was not at all calm: his knuckled hand gripped the pen until his knuckles turned white, his brows were knitted into a knot, and he grabbed a handful of hair irritably, not caring that the broken hair on his forehead was messed up. The unsolvable math problem was still spread out on the table, with a small smear of ink smeared on it, but the crisp school bell came in first, pinning his anxiety to his seat. The class teacher, He Fang, walked in as the bell rang. The heavy textbooks hit the podium with a bang, making the chalk box jump. Behind her was a young man, wearing a clean school uniform, with a face as cold as if he had just come out of an air-conditioned room. He Fang's tone became softer and she clapped her hands: "Students, be quiet. This is the newly transferred classmate Jiang Jiang. She comes from Xihua High School. Her grades are very good. Everyone welcomes her with applause." There was no applause, but the whispers below came first. Wang Wei, who was in the third row, poked Jiang Jiang's back with his elbow. His voice was low but he couldn't hide his excitement: "Brother Jiang! Do you hear me? The transfer student's name is Jiang Jiang! He's just different from you! He looks like a little girl, but he's not even close to you. Hey, Brother Jiang, are you listening?" Jiang Jiang seemed to have just pulled out the topic, and placed the pen on the table with a clatter. He raised his head and said in confusion: "Ah? What did you say?" "Hehe, you didn't listen at all!" Wang Wei rolled his eyes and chewed his words again, "The new deskmate is called Jiang Jiang. He is from Xi Hua. He has good grades and is quite handsome." Jiang Jiang then raised his eyes and looked at the podium - the light from the incandescent lamp was a bit dazzling. Jiang Jiang was standing next to He Fang, his back straight. The amber eyes were half-downcast, showing a sense of alienation that kept strangers away from him. Under the high bridge of his nose, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line. His brows were obviously gentle, but they seemed to be wrapped in a layer of coldness. Jiang Jiang glanced hastily, then lowered his head, picking at the penholder unconsciously with his fingertips. "Okay, stop arguing!" He Fang patted the table, "Jiang Jiang, our class is progressing quickly. The exams will start next week. You sit at the same table with Jiang Jiang first. He also has top grades. If you have anything you don't understand, feel free to ask." "Okay." Jiang Jiang's voice had no warmth, like water just taken out of the refrigerator. Jiang Jiang was lowering his head to ponder the unfinished question. When he heard these words, he frowned and subconsciously raised his head - just in time to catch Jiang Jiang's gaze looking over. There was no emotion in the eyes, but it made him panic for no reason. He quickly looked away and pretended to stare at the scratch paper. When Jiang Jiang walked over, he brought with him a gust of light wind. After he sat down, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of his eye - the boy next to him was wearing a light-washed school uniform, with black hair covering the end of his eyes. The small mole at the end of his left eye was very conspicuous. His skin was dazzlingly white, and he was tall but thin, like a thin and good-looking telephone pole. Jiang Jiang quickly looked away, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated by half a beat. … The cicadas on campus haven't stopped chirping yet, and the exams are about to begin. The examination room was very quiet, except for the "swish" sound of the pen tip crossing the test paper, and occasionally a few soft sounds of turning pages. Jiang Jiang buried his head and wrote furiously. The sweat on his forehead dripped on the draft paper and fainted in a small area. Jiang Jiang beside him suddenly stopped writing, held the corner of the test paper with his fingers and scanned it, then got up and walked to the podium - the whole class was stunned, he actually wanted to hand in the paper in advance? Jiang Jiang raised his eyes and glanced, feeling inexplicably angry in his heart: Is this person too arrogant? "Student, our school does not allow papers to be submitted in advance. Please check again when you go back. Don't be careless." The invigilator frowned and waved his hand. Jiang Jiang paused, said nothing, turned around and walked back to his seat. Jiang Jiang looked at his back as he sat down. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, then he quickly suppressed it and pretended to continue working on the questions. After the exam, the corridor instantly became lively, everyone gathered around to check the answers. Wang Wei squeezed next to Jiang Jiang with a grimace on his face: "Brother Jiang, have you solved the last big math question? I was stuck for more than half an hour and my brain is confused!" "Yeah." Jiang Jiang put the pen into the pencil case and said in a calm voice. "I knew it!" Wang Wei immediately came up to him, "You will definitely be number one this time. You are our school's 'number one in ten thousand years'. Who can compare with you!" Jiang Jiang rubbed his sore eyes, glanced at Wang Wei, and didn't answer - he was unsure, and the speed with which Jiang Jiang solved the questions always made him a little panicked. … When it got dark, Jiang Jiang returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a woman's roar coming from the living room, and the obscene swear words floated over with the smell of alcohol. He closed his eyes, turned his face away, and walked very lightly - that was his mother Jiang Wen. When Jiang Wen was eight years old, he packed up his things and left without divorcing his father. His father left three years ago, and he had no choice but to come and live with this nominal "mother". Jiang Wen was addicted to smoking, drinking, and gambling. There was always a smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol in the house. She had a rule: as long as Jiang Jiang didn't get first place in the exam, fists would be waiting for him, and sometimes cigarette butts would be used to burn his arms. He tried to resist, but he was so thin that he couldn't beat Jiang Wen, and he would be beaten even harder. Jiang Jiang didn't stay in the living room for long and went straight to the bedroom. Opening the door, the room was pitifully small, with only an old bed, a wooden table, a chair, and a wardrobe with peeling paint. There were not many clothes in the closet, but they were neatly folded, and even the corners of the clothes were straightened; the desk was piled with books, from textbooks to exercise books, and it was the only thing he could hold on to. … At night, Jiang Jiang suddenly opened his eyes, as if there was a rope wrapped around his neck, and he couldn't breathe! He wanted to struggle, but couldn't move. With a "clang", the door was kicked open, and the sunlight rushed in, making him unable to open his eyes. "Jiang Jiang! No swings allowed in the house!" Jiang Jiang opened his eyes hard and looked - the person in front of him was actually Jiang Jiang? ! Before he could react, there was a muffled sound and he was kicked to the ground, causing pain in his back. Jiang Jiang held a knife in his hand, stepped closer, squatted down and strangled his neck. Jiang Jiang's head was getting dizzy and he couldn't hear clearly what Jiang Jiang was saying. He could only vaguely hear a few words: "... It's mine..." The sharp tip of the knife was in front of his eyes, and the cold light dazzled him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and it was about to fall—— "Huh!" Jiang Jiang sat up suddenly, gasping for air, and cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his face. He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his body to make sure there was no injury, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. His body was still shaking. He held down his racing heart, and his back was covered with sweat. He had only felt this breathless fear when facing Jiang Wen. Intention: Love well | People who love you