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Chapter 666 Don’t be afraid



Chapter 666 Don’t be afraid

Chapter 666 Don’t be afraid

The dinner was over.

Dong Qingfeng found a teahouse on the second floor along the street.

He and Meng Ziyun played Go and drank tea, having a great time.

Dong Qingfeng recalled the lunch and found it so enjoyable. When it comes to getting along with girls, no one can surpass him.

The only regret may be that Yang Sheng did not come.

He drew his sword and looked around, feeling lost, 'Who in this world can rival me?'

"Dong Qingfeng, are you going to register your program on New Year's Day? The preliminary selection should be coming soon." Meng Ziyun asked. She felt that Dong Qingfeng must be very talented.

Dong Qingfeng recalled the New Year's Eve party in his class last year, where demons and ghosts danced wildly. After careful consideration, he said:

"Forget it, I'd better not make a fool of myself."

Meng Ziyun thought he was being modest, and said, "You're not going? That's a school-wide event."

Dong Qingfeng is not not going, he is just afraid that he cannot compete with other students in the class!

Jiang Ning's magic, Bai Yuxia's dance, Huang Zhongfei's solo, Wu Xiaoqi's original basketball dance, Wang Longlong's spacewalk...

Which one can he beat?

Dong Qingfeng looked calm and dignified like an adult: "Let's give the opportunity to others."

Meng Ziyun did not attend Class 8's New Year's Eve party, so she was not clear about the specific situation. At this moment, she only felt that he was so capable, yet so low-key.

Unlike Cao Kun, who always likes to do everything he can to be in the spotlight.

As a result, her favorability towards him increased again.

Meng Ziyun sincerely believed that if Dong Qingfeng wasn't a little fickle, they would be a perfect match!

Dong Qingfeng saw that the snack plate next to him was almost empty, so he added some more snacks and poured Meng Ziyun a cup of sweet tea.

He exchanged 20 tickets today alone, spending 2000 yuan!

This amount of money is already stressful for Dong Qingfeng.

However, it was his parents' money that was being spent, so Dong Qingfeng felt okay about it.

Dong Qingfeng believes that life should be lived to the fullest.

The more they talked, the more satisfied Meng Ziyun became with Dong Qingfeng. He was handsome, generous, enthusiastic and cheerful, and most importantly, he knew her very well.

In the past, when Meng Ziyun and Cao Kun were getting along, whenever she was wronged, she would get angry and then ask Cao Kun to guess why she was angry.

Cao Kun always guesses wrong.

Ten points minus.

However, when she is with Dong Qingfeng, she will never get angry.

A man who truly loves you will not be willing to make you angry.

Dong Qingfeng's behavior confirmed the point of view she believed in, so she gave Dong Qingfeng two points in her heart.

Dong Qingfeng pressed down the chess piece and looked out the window as usual.

At one glance, Dong Qingfeng felt like he was struck by lightning.

He saw an antique cruise ship gently passing by on the river that seemed to have been flowing for thousands of years, creating a circle of ripples.

On the boat, a beautiful scene unfolds like a painting, with the ladies in graceful poses, some standing by the railing, some sitting quietly playing the piano, and some eating snacks with puffed cheeks...

Among them, there was a young man in white clothes with an upright posture, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his temperament was extraordinary.

That's Jiang Ning, Yang Sheng, Xue Chuchu...

Until the lantern on the bow disappeared from sight.

It was not until the three words "Dong Qingfeng" rang out that he came back to his senses and looked at Meng Ziyun.

Meng Ziyun noticed Dong Qingfeng's strange behavior. She turned around and looked out the window, only to see the bustling crowd on the ancient street.

Meng Ziyun looked at Dong Qingfeng again, ready to have a more in-depth chat.

Only by talking deeply enough and finding resonance that touches the soul can the relationship between people be truly sublimated and become solid.

Meng Ziyun picked up the teacup elegantly with two fingers.

She hesitated and said, "There are some things I don't know whether I should say or not."

Dong Qingfeng felt extremely sad. No wonder Yang Sheng and Jiang Ning didn’t come to his dinner party. It turned out that they were having dinner together!

Meng Ziyun said: "I always thought you were a very optimistic person, a natural optimist, and a bohemian Sagittarius."

"But the scene when you looked at the ancient street outside the window just now made me feel that my idea seemed to be wrong. At that moment, there was a lot of sadness in your eyes."

"Perhaps, you, who are naturally optimistic, have also had some very difficult times in the past?"

The room was very quiet. Meng Ziyun's voice was low, and in this silence, there was an irresistible attraction.

Dong Qingfeng: "Yes, I am very sad."

Meng Ziyun showed an understanding expression, which contained a trace of heartache:

"Have you heard the story? A man went to see a doctor and he said he was very sad. The doctor told him that we have the funniest clown here and he should be able to cure your sadness."

Dong Qingfeng was so heartbroken that he said, "Doctor, I am the clown."

……

Night falls.

The underground ancient street set up by Changqingye has the support of Jiang Ning's formation. Therefore, although it is located underground, it is much more comfortable than staying in an air-conditioned room in terms of physical sensation.

So much so that after nine o'clock in the evening, the ancient street was still bustling, and many tourists with admission tickets came here to visit.

"It's time to go home!" Xue Yuantong held a candied haws.

She had lunch on the cruise ship at noon, went to the money house to play dice and watch cricket fights in the afternoon, went to listen to an opera troupe in the evening, and then had some tea and snacks at night. It was a perfect day.

Xue Yuantong stayed by Jiang Ning's side. She was no longer timid when she went out on the streets and was afraid of the world. She was now jumping up and down.

The wide hem of the Hanfu dress sways in an elegant and leisurely rhythm as she walks.

The two buns on her hair looked like two little animals jumping on top of her head.

"Jiang Ning, how do we get home?" Xue Yuantong asked. The ancient street was quite far from the river dam.

After lunch, Chuchu hurried back to school. She was in the Tsinghua and Peking University class in No. 2 Middle School, and her academic schedule was very tight.

Jiang Ning: "It's OK. I contacted the staff and they lent us an electric bike."

Xue Yuantong: "Is it so good?"

Jiang Ning: "We are distinguished invitation users."

Xue Yuantong pinched her Hanfu and said, "You need to change this dress."

People wearing Hanfu can be seen everywhere in the ancient street, but if Xue Yuantong were to wear it outside, it would attract too much attention and she would still be embarrassed.

"Go to the cloth shop to change it," she said.

Jiang Ning looked down at her petite body and said jokingly, "The Overlord has retired from the army and returned to the countryside."

Xue Yuantong immediately straightened his chest and raised his head: "It's obviously Mulan's return home!"

Jiang Ning: “Great, great.”

"Hehe." Xue Yuantong grabbed his clothes and swayed as he walked, his small smile so sweet it was dazzling.

……

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Ning's electric car drove to the asphalt road of the river dam.

It is already quite chilly in Anhui Province in December.

When Xue Yuantong was in junior high school, every winter after school, she would always huddle behind her mother to resist the cold wind.

Just like this, day after day, year after year.

Now she is in high school, but the person who shields her from the cold wind has changed to Jiang Ning.

Occasionally Xue Yuantong would wonder, if Jiang Ning hadn't come to Heba to rent a house, how would she have faced this journey?

As soon as she thought of the consequence, she quickly drove all the chaotic thoughts out of her mind!

'No, he said he'd always be with me!'

Xue Yuantong leaned close to him and grinned happily.

She pressed her body close to the dam, her little face also pressed close to the dam, leaving only one bright eye as she looked at the dam curiously.

With an unintentional glance, she saw a figure in white, seemingly suspended in mid-air, standing quietly by the river with its back to her, behind the bare woods, looking extremely strange.

Xue Yuantong's heart suddenly tightened and he felt horrified.

Her voice trembled: "Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, look at the river!"

"Ah."

"Did you see it?" Xue Yuantong asked timidly. She assured that it was definitely not an illusion, it was really a figure in white.

Her heart was pounding. "What is that?"

Jiang Ning said calmly: "It's just a ghost, don't bother with it. Will you still ask Chuchu to play games when we get home?"

Xue Yuantong: "Ah?"

She was stunned: "That's a ghost!"

Jiang Ning had already scanned it with his spiritual sense and knew that it was not a ghost, just a lonely fisherman.

Jiang Ning: “Not afraid.”

……

It's half past nine at night.

The school bell rang, this was the school bell only for the first and second grade students of No. 4 Middle School.

As for the senior year, there is also an evening self-study session.

Shan Kaiquan stood up and stretched his body, then sighed, "It's a bit hard to endure the thought of having another evening self-study session in the third year of high school. I don't know if we can hold on when we get to the third year of high school."

Ma Shicheng: "Look at the bright side. Maybe when we are in the third year of high school, we will still have three evening self-study sessions."

Shan Kaiquan laughed twice.

Wang Longlong said: "Brother Quan, you really don't want to go?"

Today, Ma Shicheng took care of his brothers and specially found a few training orders. Not only can he play games with his brothers, but he can also earn some money.

Shan Kaiquan shook his head: "If we really need people, I will definitely help if Brother Ma says a word."

"As for making money, I don't need to do that for now. Staying up all night is too harmful to my health." Shan Kaiquan insists on exercising every day and doesn't want to fall behind.

"It's okay, we'll do it together next time." Ma Shicheng expressed his understanding.

He turned to look at the other classmates.

Wang Longlong could only stay in the Internet cafe for a while before he had to go home to sleep. His parents were still at home.

As for Cui Yu, he is a man who can watch movies all night long and play games all night long without any problem.

Meng Gui is no less capable.

After working all night, Hu Jun tried to gain sympathy from the young woman working in the barber shop with his weak face.

Miao Zhe was originally planning to go, but recently, he needed beauty sleep.

Several people gathered together in a large group, attracting a lot of attention.

People like Chai Wei, Qiang Li, and Wang Yong in the front row knew that their small circle in the back row had different reactions after seeing this scene.

Chai Wei thought they were rubbish, but he defeated a group of them by himself.

Qiangli now has a weightlifting partner, Song Sheng, so he is not alone.

Wang Yong didn't pay much attention to it. He had something to do with Li Shi recently, but she didn't come to school. What happened?

Ma Shicheng and others gathered and set foot on the main road of the campus.

When adolescent boys get together, their courage doubles. Girls who they usually didn't dare to look at now dare to stare at them.

Cui Yu stared at a girl with classical looks standing under the street light without blinking.

She is Zhou Jinglan, a little internet celebrity on Tieba from No. 4 Middle School.

Meng Gui touched him: "Yuzi, stop looking, or else people will think you're a pervert."

Cui Yu: "Uh, am I not a pervert?"

Wang Longlong: "Brother Gui, you are confused, Brother Yu is a pervert!"


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