"Do you think that by returning the water I gave you back to me, you can clean it up?"
The boy's voice is slightly cool—
"What's more, you still haven't drunk it?"
"..."
Lisa raised her face blankly and looked at the boy who was leaning down from the top of her front, blinked slightly, and then blinked again.
She felt that she must have heard it wrong.
For example, did she hear the word "no" more?
-This person should have misunderstood that he had drunk it?
Thinking of this, Lisa returned to her senses, and it was at this time that she suddenly realized that the distance between the two was a little too close.
As a result, even the scorching breath of the opponent's body just after exercise seems to be close and noticeable.
Lisa hurriedly raised her hand and held the bottle of mineral water between the two, shutting off the somewhat ambiguous breath.
"I didn't lie to you, I really never drank it."
His gaze was forced to fall to the mineral water bottle that blocked his gaze, Jungkook glanced at the bottle with cool eyes, and then slightly lifted his thin lips.
He raised his left arm and supported it on the wall behind Lisa, with a light swipe of his right hand, setting aside the obstacle that the mineral water bottle had set in front of him.
The sights were able to meet again.
Jungkook's eyes fell on the girl's slightly dry lips.
The boy's eyes deepened.
—
"Then you have a sip."
"...what?"
Lisa opened her beautiful apricot eyes blankly.
Jungkook repeated it without changing his face, looking at the girl's eyes with two glints flickering.
"Take a sip and I'll let you go."
"..."
Lisa's eyes opened wider.
This time she was extremely sure that she had not misheard, and as she strung the words before and after, although she hadn't fully understood what Jungkook thought was, her cheeks were already slightly hot. Up.
Lisa squinted at Jungkook in a slight annoyance, her eyebrows wrinkled with faintly thin lines.
"Jeon Jungkook...!"
She gritted her teeth and still couldn't say anything cruel, and finally just yelled softly like this.
"The more you call that, the less I don't want to let you go."
Jungkook pressed down another inch, and the distance between the two of them was even shorter.
A few students frolickingly walked in from the back door of the teaching building outside the two of them, and with sharp eyes they saw the figure in the dark place—
"Hey, there are still trysts here in school? After learning, this is a good place!"
"..."
Lisa's reddish cheeks became even hotter, and she instinctively wanted to escape from the gap under Jungkook's arm.
Just before he could act, the boy who seemed to have expected him directly clamped his thin arm and pressed it against the wall.
At the same time, Jungkook straightened up and pressed his upper body.
After hiding the girl's figure, he looked back coldly.
The gaze is like a cold blade, and the place it sweeps is like the air has been split into cracks—
"roll."
There was no need for extra words, just one word, and the few students were shocked when they saw the person looking sideways.
After a few seconds, several people woke up and hurriedly apologized and left.
In this position, only the breath of two people remained.
Lisa struggled unsuccessfully, and looked up at the boy angrily.
"Jeon Jungkook, you let me go."
"...Now want to run?"
Jungkook slowly turned his eyes back, "When I warned you before, why didn't you know?"
Lisa grabbed her slender fingers, and a sense of helplessness was hidden in her wide apricot eyes: "I didn't see it again..."
Halfway through the conversation, she bit her lower lip and refused to speak again.
"Ah, just because I saw that magazine."
Jungkook took the voice for her.
The corners of his lips lifted up slightly. Although he was smiling and his facial features were beautiful and handsome, there was only cool and deep fierceness in those dark eyes.
"Why, now I feel that I'm not a good thing. Want to stay as far away from me as possible?"
"..."
Lisa's lower lip was bitten white by herself.
...no.
She didn't think so.
She just can't accept it...
She just can't accept it. The boy who smiles very cleanly and comfortably, and makes people feel like he is exposed to the sunshine of Xi Nuan, will flip through such magazines and even look like that...
This time, before Lisa finished her thoughts, the dark emotions in the boys' eyes seemed to be uncontrollable.
"What do you think I look like? Studious, motivated, obedient, attending classes on time, and abide by discipline?"
The curvature of the thin lips stretched even further, and the cold light gleamed in his black eyes—
"I'm so sorry, Lisa, I am not. From the beginning, I was not."
The girl's figure paused slightly.
She raised her eyes and looked at the boy in a daze.
This is the first time she has heard this person call her first name so directly.
There was an emotion in the man's eyes that she did not dare to look directly at.
"Playing truant, fighting, smoking, clubbing-it's a pity, but this is me."
Jungkook lowered his eyes and looked at Lisa blankly, "You should have known since the first time you saw me.-Since it has been up to now, then you can only accept such a me."
"..."
The girl lowered her eyes, and after a while she spoke, and said softly:
"I do not like."
"...what?"
The boy's eyes narrowed slightly.
Lisa slowly raised her face, and the emotions in her black and white eyes gradually calmed down.
"It's wrong for you.... It's wrong, I don't like it, so don't accept it."
The girl's voice is still soft, but with her own unwavering determination.
Jungkook's eyes seemed to be stung by something, and an extremely quick pain flashed from it.
After a short while, he straightened up suddenly, chuckled and took a step back.
There was an almost indifferent coolness in the laughter.
"Do you like it or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"..."
"You think it's wrong, but I don't think so."
He turned back and walked up the stairs, his voice behind him.
"Since you don't want to accept it, that's fine. From today on, we have nothing to do with each other-after you see me, you will walk over as if you don't know each other. I will do it too."
"..."
After a long time, there was nothing but emptiness and a person's breathing under the stairs.
Lisa grabbed the water bottle in her hand and slowly lowered her head.
After a few seconds, she blinked gently.
The sourness in her eyes that did not know why was driven away by her.
...
The next day, Lisa woke up early.
Granny Qin, who was still making breakfast in the kitchen, was shocked.
"Sweet, why did you get up so early?"
Lisa glanced at the wall clock on the wall.
After roughly counting the time, she walked to the bathroom.
"Grandma, I have to go to school early this morning."
Grandma Qin responded, and then complained in the kitchen:
"Why is your school getting stricter and stricter?"
"..."
Lisa didn't say a word when she started to wash.
Naturally, she can't say that she had to go out early to avoid colliding with that person...
After eating breakfast in advance, Lisa began to pack her things.
Grandma Qin was still sitting at the dining table, and the house was quiet.
Lisa stopped packing her things, and after a few seconds she finally couldn't help but ask.
"Grandma, you said... will anyone know that they are wrong but refuse to admit it?"
Grandma Qin was originally looking through the newspaper at the table with her reading glasses. After hearing this, she stopped her hand and turned her head with a smile.
"What's wrong with this?"
"..."
Lisa turned around puzzledly and looked at Granny Qin.
Granny Qin smiled and shook her head.
"Your grandfather is so lucky, he left without even seeing you. You don't even know his sex."
As if remembering something in the past, Grandma Qin was silent for a while, the edge of the reading glasses turned a soft light.
She smiled and shook her head, then spoke softly.
"Some people, if you want them to admit a mistake, it's better to let them go to the pan and get a blow.... It's not a character, you will bow your head if you learn it."
After thinking about it, she shook her head again and rejected her previous words.
"It's not that you can't learn it, but it's too difficult for them."
Lisa seemed to understand, and when she heard about her grandpa, she didn't dare to go into details because she was afraid of touching her grandma's sadness.
After a while, she packed up her things, said goodbye to Granny Qin, and went out.
After returning to the quiet house, Grandma Qin sighed a long time later.
After sighing, she gradually returned to her senses, swept her gaze on the sofa inadvertently, and said "Ouch".
—
"I told her to cool down last night. It's so cold in the morning, why did I forget my coat?"
...
Living up to Granny Qin's expectations, Lisa suspected that she was about to catch a cold as soon as she arrived in the classroom.
-At the end of September in Qingcheng, the temperature difference between one morning and one noon is always two seasons away.
To catch up with today's cooling down, she went out nearly half an hour earlier, shaking her heart in the cool breeze and beating outside the classroom, Lisa only felt that her head had begun to become a little groggy.
Putting down her schoolbag, Lisa went to pick up a cup of hot water, and got down on her seat.
After the morning reading and most of the morning class, Lisa went to school in a daze, and she didn't even know when the person arrived in the classroom.
After most of the morning class was over, it was the last one.
At this time it was approaching noon, and the last heat of the late summer was in the room without the air conditioner. The fan above Loaa's head had already been turned on by Jennie.
The chill that was born from a cold, coupled with the wind blowing from the fan above his head, repeatedly eroded Lisa's consciousness from the inside to the outside and from the outside to the inside.
Finally, it was the end of the third get out of class. Seeing Jennie and the surrounding students were out of the classroom, Lisa pushed to the front to turn off the fan.
It seemed that she almost ran into someone on the road. Lisa apologized unconsciously. Without even seeing the person's appearance, she walked around and returned to her seat.
As soon as she went back, she lay down again and gathered her school uniform jacket in vain.
Jungkook, who was "nearly hit", stood there blankly for a while, seeing that the little girl lying there hadn't even responded with a glance at him from beginning to end, so he put aside his eyes and walked to his position with a cold expression.
Before reaching his seat, Jungkook's expression became colder again.
—
He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell towards the table of Mingyu and Dk, where a tall girl was standing.
Jihyo.
Jungkook was in a very bad mood at this time, and he didn't even bother to speak.
He glanced at Mingyu and Dk beside him.
Mingyu, who had a hot chat with Jihyo over there, finally showed his face when he saw Jungkook, and he was even more upset. He winked at Jungkook and then motioned in Lisa's direction several times.
—
He saw that their brother Jeon returned to the classroom with an expression of coldness yesterday, and he had already set out the answer that the two of them had "irrelevant to each other" in the future.
At this time, he hooked Jihyo into the classroom again, obviously because of no good intentions.
It's just that Jungkook really didn't even care about that mood, and after stopping for a moment, he walked back to his position without raising his eyes.
Seeing that Jungkookrefused to cooperate, and Mingyu was not discouraged, the louder the chat with Jihyo, the louder he seemed to wish he could only put a horn to his mouth and shout.
—
"...Hehe, of course, our brother Jeon is single now...what? Pushing the little girl into the corner? That's all false rumors, OK...have a chance, of course, who didn't...haha, don't worry, you are all fair compete......"
"..."
Seeing that Mingyu's voice became louder in the quiet classroom where the atmosphere did not dare to come out, and the topic was getting more and more to his bottom line, Jungkook finally raised his eyes impatiently.
But before he could speak, a female voice complained in front of the classroom—
"Who turned off the fan again!?"
Jennie, who returned to the classroom, walked to the fan switch with an ugly expression, and directly adjusted the fan above them to the maximum gear.
The papers on the table were all scraped off.
Sleeping Lisa moaned lowly, propped up her small face, her eyes gloomy.
"Sorry... I seem to have a cold, can you..."
"Won't you wear more when you have a cold?"
Jennie said badly.
"You can wear more if you are cold, what should I do if I am hot, can I continue to take off the shirt left?"
"..."
Although he had a terrible tone when thinking about this, Lisa only sighed in her heart why she didn't bring more coats, so she smiled apologetically and slumped back.
The thin figure looked pitiful.
Mingyu glanced at the side hesitantly—
The boy leaned back on the light gray cushion, seemingly indifferent to what happened before.
...It seems that it's really okay.
Mingyu thought this way, not knowing why, there was a sense of relaxation as a stone fell on the floor in his heart.
It's a pity that his thoughts haven't come to fruition yet, and Jungkook, who has a stiff back, can't bear it anymore.
He stood up abruptly, and Jihyo next to him was startled by the action.
After recovering, Jihyo changed to a smiley face, and then she had to post a step forward: "Brother Jeon, you—"
"...do not bother me."
The boy's voice carries a cold depression.
It seemed that there was a fierce beast that had chosen someone to eat and was hidden in those dark eyes. He raised his eyes and swept it, and it was enough to make people freeze and stay in place.
Fortunately, the look didn't stay for too long. After a while, Jungkook grabbed the school uniform jacket that was hanging on the side, and walked on his long legs towards the front of the classroom.
When he reached the first table, Jungkook stopped abruptly.
He walked to Lisa's side, but first looked at Jennie who raised her head coldly—
"Hot?-Should I take it off for you?"
The words used in these words were ambiguous, but no matter the tone or the look in the eyes, Jennie only felt cold between the bones, wishing to shrink into a ball and squeeze herself into a crack in any place.
After stiffening for a few seconds, she finally recovered and hurriedly got up and walked towards the wall where the electric fan was switched on.
At this time, Lisa, who was lying on the table, also vaguely listened to a familiar voice.
The icy tone seemed to confuse with those clearing lines yesterday, and it stirred in her mind.
The sourness that was suppressed yesterday surged up, Lisa slowly raised her small face, her gloomy apricot eyes flushed slightly.
"..."
After being glanced at by those eyes with this kind of self-conscious grievance, Jungkook felt that all the psychological constructions he had done had all collapsed, and even the words that he had planned to step down were forgotten. .
After a two-second pause, he lowered his eyes, carrying the school uniform jacket in his hand in front of the girl.
"Put it on."
The male voice was low and deep.
"..."
Fierce.
The confused Lisa wrinkled her face and thought aggrievedly.
...She is sick, and this person is so fierce.
As fierce as yesterday.
Thinking about it this way, the mental fragility of the instinct during the illness was brought into full play in Lisa's body.
She shook her head, and when she spoke, her soft voice was dumb, with a pathological cry.
"You said yesterday... I don't know you."
She shrank her cold body, biting her lip, "I don't know you, and I don't wear clothes of people I don't know."
"..."
Jungkook looked at the girl's sick little appearance, and he felt like a ball in his heart.
Can't hold back another second.
He finally ignored it.
So everyone in and out of the front and back classes saw it with their own eyes, and Jungkook, who was standing in the front, suddenly bent down and grabbed the little girl from the stool.
Turning slightly in the air, he put it gently on the desk.
The movements are so careful that they make them unfamiliar.
Then Jungkook flicked the school uniform in the air before putting it on the little girl.
The little girl regained her senses and raised her eyes with melancholy. She pushed her back without much force, and was directly pressed by his thin arm—
"...I was wrong."
The boy was dumb, with helplessness, more distressed.
With his eyes down, he put his school uniform jacket on the girl who was several sizes younger, and then put the slender arm that had stopped struggling through the cuffs, and then replaced it with another one. Finally, I closed the collar and fastened the buttons of the small suit jacket one by one from top to bottom.
From beginning to end, the movements are as careful as holding a cusp baby that is broken at the touch of a touch.
"It's my fault."
After finishing his clothes, he looked up at the girl and repeated it dumbly.
The girl raised her eyes slightly startled, and saw her black eyes gleaming slightly, like a hidden galaxy.