Section 3

What are you thinking?" Tan Fei nudged her with his elbow

I can also meet frequently while I am working

It is Anyang Chunyuan, and salvation has been attained

Ju Jing broke free from the constraints, her legs went weak, and she knelt down along the wall. It was only a few seconds of dizziness, and when she turned back, she saw a delicate and translucent young man sitting on the ground. The person standing in front of him was casually dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt, with silver-rimmed glasses reflecting the light, tightly pressed lips, and hair, his red face revealing a hint of anger.

She heard unusual noises behind her, and before she could turn around, she was forcefully embraced by the impact. The person who came was quite strong, and their grip was neither gentle nor light. Ju Geng felt as if half of her life had been knocked away, and her arm was twisted painfully behind her back

Ju Jing looked up for a long time, and in the reflection on the glass, she saw Tan Fei's somewhat sad face. Her heart tightened, knowing that she should not say such willful words to keep him, so she smiled again. The large crown of the locust tree by the roadside and its delicate shadows fell upon their heads.

The person behind her did not speak, yet there was a laughter in their throat, which sounded particularly eerie in her ears. Before her mind could recover from the shock, her ear was suddenly bitten in a mischievous manner. This action was not very painful, but it undoubtedly ignited a fire within her; startled, she simply screamed in a fit of despair.

In fact, I am not interested in those matters. " After a moment of thought, Ju Geng added, "It is not easy for my father to raise me on his own, and he is quite happy working in the flower shop.

Understood, little manager

Jujing had never encountered such an unexpected event, and was immediately stunned, managing to utter a trembling voice that was particularly pitiful: "Who are you? Let me go—let go of me—I’m going to call for help—"

Ju Jing listened to his voice and found it familiar, yet could not recall where she had heard it before

In fact, it is far from being as simple as just a "jump"; she felt an overwhelming sense of relief as if she had survived a disaster. The light in the alley dimmed, and the culprit stood up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He was aware that his prank had gone too far, yet he showed no mercy in his words, sneering as he said: "Hey, Ye Jujing, I was just joking. If it were a strong and violent criminal, they would have struck you down with a single blow, how could they leave you here to shout and scream?"

She wanted to refuse, opened her mouth, but ultimately could not bear to miss the opportunity to be with him

An Yang, with his hands in his pockets, did not interject, while Rong Qingxia, being quite perceptive, nodded at him and then said to Ju Geng: "How unfortunate to meet an old classmate only to be met with a punch. I should leave quickly; I just left a little white rabbit by the roadside."

You—"Huang Geng" widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous, "Rong Qingxia?!"

The next day, at the entrance of the classroom, Ju Geng encountered An Yang Chun Yuan. Just as she was contemplating whether to greet him, he had already turned to the side and walked past.

Well, you should come over often

"It's nothing." Although I answered like this, I still sighed, posted the recruitment information on the glass, looked up for a while, and said aimlessly, "Senior, it would be great if you were to pursue a master's degree."

Hello, who the hell hit me

Anyang Chunyuan walked over in a few steps, picked up the orange stem from the ground, and asked, "Are you alright? Can you walk?"

Haha, why are you still as foolish as before, mhetushu.com? Young Master Rong has left, and we shall meet again in the future

Ju Jing could only watch him leave with a mix of laughter and tears, her mind filled with thoughts of how this person had not changed at all. She couldn't even think about the past. An Yang Chun Yuan helped her push the cart, noticing that her complexion was still unnaturally pale, and said: "Let's go, I will take you back."

Ah, you really will get lost for sure, won't you?" Ju Jing was even more anxious than him

Well, I know

The orange stem merely offered a gentle smile, aware of the kindness shown by her senior, yet unable to voice anything that might dampen her spirits. Just then, a regular customer called to order one hundred red roses. The journey was not very far, and she slowly pushed the cart along the shaded path. For those with a particularly sensitive sense of smell, the mingled scent of the hot wind and flowers wafting through the street was not particularly pleasant. She managed to deliver the flowers and collect the payment, but as she stepped outside, a wave of dizziness overcame her, prompting her to find a corner in the small alley behind the shop to lean against the wall and vomit for a while. For those with a particularly sensitive sense of smell, the mingled scent of the hot wind and flowers wafting through the street was not particularly pleasant. She managed to deliver the flowers and collect the payment, but as she stepped outside, a wave of dizziness overcame her, prompting her to find a corner in the small alley behind the shop to lean against the wall and vomit for a while.

I can come to help on the weekend, and I won't charge any money. Uncle Tian will probably be overjoyed.

The man and the scholar observed her bewildered expression, taking two steps forward. His slightly long, fine golden hair fell into the light like silk. In her memory, his features always exuded a certain elegance, with brows and eyes like a painting, smiling cheerfully every day, appearing carefree. In the past, when she had nothing to do, she would count the holes in his jeans and how many classes he could sleep through in a day. He sat in the seat to her right for three years, yet their conversations never exceeded three hundred sentences.

You should make a few more friends. When your classmates invite you to dinner, singing, or social gatherings, do not refuse. You are twenty years old, not twelve, and you do not need to behave like a good child every day, following a strict routine. You haven't even been to a bar. Uncle is too extreme, putting you in a flower shop every day; how are you supposed to meet boys, my dear?

All of this was expected, and she did not feel hurt

The work uniform for "Orange Stem Night" consists of a navy blue long apron, paired with jeans and a white shirt. Tan Fei always manages to look as elegant as if she were in evening attire, and her occasional smiles towards guests appeal to both men and women. Unfortunately, she is already in her fourth year and is about to prepare for internships and her graduation thesis, along with other related matters. With only two days left until the end of September, Tan Fei will no longer be coming. Her father is somewhat overly anxious, always looking for a pretty face to replace Tan Fei in her position. Unfortunately, she is already in her fourth year and is about to prepare for internships and her graduation thesis, along with other related matters. With only two days left until the end of September, Tan Fei will no longer be coming. Her father is somewhat overly anxious, always looking for a pretty face to replace Tan Fei in her position.

It was only then that Ju Geng remembered that An Yang Chunyuan was still by his side, and his face suddenly turned bright red as he said: "What nonsense are you talking about? He is my classmate"

Ju Jing felt annoyed, yet was no longer afraid. Supported by him, her calves were still trembling as she said: "I am fine, just startled."

Let go of me! Let go of me! She was extremely frightened

"Hey, I mean, after all, I, Rong Qingxia, am also the campus heartthrob of Wenyang High School. For three years, I have been striving to maintain a perfect attendance record to elevate the aesthetic standards of the girls in my class. How could you possibly forget me?" He wiped away the blood that had oozed out, grinned while showing his teeth, and nodded towards An Yangchun, saying, "Your boyfriend?"

She paused for a moment, somewhat understanding that those indifferent intersections were not significant. After class, she hurried back to the shop to deliver flowers to the nearby medical school. She did not stay in the dormitory and was not familiar with her classmates. A few classmates with whom she had some connection invited her to sing, but she shyly declined, yet the eyes that felt disappointed were also unrestrained.