Chapter 354
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Dream One High School's campus was a paradise for camphor trees.
There was always a faint camphor smell in the air during this wonderful summer.
When Ye Zhi Jin walked beside her, he attracted everyone's attention.
Most of them were whispering to each other. Why did Ye Zhi Jin's so called original couple Qiao Meng Tian become someone else?
Moreover, this person was a bit unfamiliar.
"Luo Qingchen."
"Yes!"
Ye Zhi Jin heard this and his lips curled into a beautiful arc as he softly said, "You're still the same as before."
No one knew how excited and satisfied his heart was in that moment.
He liked to play and was very clingy when he was young. He liked to play with the girl next door, liked to call her name, and liked to hear her reply.
The first thing he did every day was to walk home with her after school and go home with her.
The naive young him always thought that this would be his life.
It seemed like it wasn't bad.
Until — —
They suddenly moved, it was incomparably sudden.
Since then, he became quiet and introverted. He didn't like to play, or perhaps he didn't have anyone to play with.
When his parents weren't home, he would secretly run to the balcony and loudly call Luo Qingchen's name.
But there was no one who replied to him … …
"I thought that you didn't recognize me!" She slightly looked up and saw the sparkle in his eyes. Her lips curled slightly, "What are you thinking that you're so lost in thought?"
In the previous host's memories, Ye Zhi Jin had always been a knight!
But the princess would always have her prince and the knight would never have a chance.
Since she was young, the previous host had always had Ye Zhi Jin by her side.
She knew that she didn't reject his good intentions. She silently accepted it, but she loved another person in her heart.
If the previous host was pitiful, it was better to say that she was in the wrong.
In the world of love, not knowing how to reject was a kind of hurt.
If you hurt someone else, naturally someone else would hurt you.
"No, it's nothing." He softly shook his head as a look of joy appeared in his eyes!
"I … …"
"Zhi Jin." Luo Qingchen still wanted to say something, but there was a call from not far away that cut her off.
Qiao Mengtian jogged over and said while panting, "Didn't you say you were going to sign up for an interest class? How did he disappear the moment I turned around … "
At this point, her gaze fell on Luo Qingchen. She frowned and asked, "You are?"
Luo Qingchen sized up Qiao Mengtian. She had fair skin and a sweet appearance. She had on makeup. Although it was very light, it could still be seen.
Towards Qiao Meng Tian, the original owner did not have any impression of her.
After all, her mind wasn't on Ye Zhi Jin, so naturally she didn't care what kind of girl he had by his side.
But it was different now. Aiya, a love rival!
"Luo Qingchen, from Class Seven." She nodded and replied politely.
"Oh." Qiao Mengtian's expression changed and even her eyes became a bit slack.
She stared at the young girl in front of her. Her face was pure, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were as clear as water.
So … this is what she looks like …
For a long time, Qiao Mengtian did not reply. Rather she took Ye Zhi Jin's hand and said, "Let's go home!"
"This is my little sister." Ye Zhi Jin softly moved her hand and looked at Luo Qingchen as he honestly said, "Many things have happened since you moved, I'll slowly tell you about it in the future."
There was a bit of anxiety in his voice which Luo Qingchen and Qiao Mengtian could both see.
Ye Zhi Jin was afraid of the girl in front of him.
Misunderstanding!
He didn't care about other people's gazes before, he didn't care what other people said about him and Qiao Mengtian.
He didn't explain it to strangers because he never cared.
But now, although he didn't know what to do or what to say when he met her again.
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