When Song Jingyun was 12 years old, she lost all her memory and was taken back to her "home". The days that followed were smooth and prosperous. He once thought that his life was so ordinary. Until he met his nemesis on the first day of his freshman year of high school.
To be honest, Song Jingyun's sworn enemy was entirely based on her aesthetics, with her outstanding appearance, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. But for some reason, Song Jingyun felt an unreasonable dislike in her heart the first time she saw him.
But what Song Jingyun hates the most is that his nemesis talks to him in a weird way. Just like the praise in the ancient art of cross talk.
In this way, they were talking about crosstalk and fighting at the same time. From fighting in high school to college and then to work, they never had a winner.
As the saying goes, if you can't fight during the day, it's time to fight in bed at night. Because of an accident, the two of them slept on the same bed. It would have been nice if they could just take a nap, but Song Jingyun found that her body felt as if she had been run over by a truck, and her whole body ached. The two people who woke up were calm, and the two people who came back to their senses started fighting.
Song Jingyun, who won the game, lost to Zheng Jie, and Jiang Ji, who lost the game, secretly felt happy.
Song Jingyun got off the mecha and shouted to Jiang Ji: "From now on, we will go back to the bridge, and we will go back to the road. Don't let me see you again." Jiang Ji's smile disappeared instantly.
Half an hour later, they were sitting in the office of the president of the Imperial Capital University, looking at each other. Jiang Ji smiled softly: "What will happen if you see me again?"
Song Jingyun kept the fake smile on her face and gritted her teeth and said: "What else can I do if I see you again? All I can say is it's been a long time, how can I still hit you?" Song Jingyun seemed to want to swallow him whole.
I don't know how long it took, but one morning, Song Jingyun woke up and saw the sleeping person beside her, so she kicked him out of bed. Jiang Ji scratched his messy hair, climbed onto the bed again, leaned his head in Song Jingyun's arms and said, "Honey, I was wrong. Let me sleep for a while, just for a while, and I will make braised pork for you later."
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Song Jingyun: You have been fighting with me for so many years with such thoughts, and you don't even know that I deserve to have you single for so many years?
Jiang Ji: With your strength, if I give you a little bit, you will beat me to death. Even if you don't beat me to death, you will still take that victory and show off to me for many years.
Song Jingyun: "You know me pretty well, no, you just don't know how heartbroken I am. Do you know how much effort I put in to win against you!"
Jiang Ji: "I know, but if you win, I will have no reason to get close to you... Every fight we have is planned by me just to meet you."
Intention: The pain of the past will not always be there, but will be covered by the happiness that has not come.