As long as Jiang Cong could overcome the inner demon that had been bothering him.
Although Lan Heng had no idea what exactly had made Jiang Cong so hesitant all this time, as Jiang Cong's best friend, Lan Heng would unconditionally support whatever choice Jiang Cong made.
Chen Er lowered her head. However, her hands, tightly clasped on her knees and already turning a bit pale, betrayed her current mood.
Due to the college entrance examination, the roads around the school were blocked. Jiang Cong parked the car on a road separated from Beicheng Junior High School. The group got out of the car and walked towards the school gate.
Students and parents in twos and threes were surging into the school. Suddenly, Chen Er sort of understood why Jiang Cong had proposed to accompany her to check the examination venue.
Was he worried that she might feel envious when seeing other peers being accompanied by their parents while she had none?
Chen Er's heart was wrapped in that indescribable warm current, which softened all the hard thorns she had erected all over her body.
This feeling of being cared about was really nice.
"Thank you." Taking advantage of the crowded crowd, Chen Er squeezed next to Jiang Cong, said quickly, and then dodged away.
Chen Er was originally wondering if Jiang Cong had heard what she said, but when she received Jiang Cong's look, she already knew the answer.
Right, the tacit understanding between them no longer needed to be deliberately expressed.
Lan Heng watched Jiang Cong and Chen Er communicating in their own way like they were playing a riddle. He was even more confused, like a man groping in the dark. He rather tactlessly squeezed between the two of them, craning his neck and asking, "What were you just talking about? Tell me so I can listen too!"
Jiang Cong gave a disdainful look at Lan Heng, whose curiosity was through the roof, and mercilessly spat out two words from his thin lips: "Gossip."
Chen Er unceremoniously let out a snort of laughter and didn't bother about the resentful Lan Heng anymore, striding forward.
There was a large crowd gathered around the bulletin board. Chen Er tried hard to squeeze forward. Behind her, Jiang Cong used his body as a shield to protect the petite Chen Er from being trampled on by others.
"Phew, I see it. It's on the second floor. Oh no, I can't get out." Chen Er was stuck in the middle, unable to move forward or backward. Taking advantage of his height, Jiang Cong pulled Chen Er into his arms and broke through the layers of obstacles.
In her ears were the crowded people and the voices of parents and students. But at that moment, Chen Er felt as if she owned the whole world. Being in Jiang Cong's arms made her feel so safe and secure, just like a floating duckweed that had been drifting for a long time finally found a shore to rest on.
"Are you okay?" Due to the crowd, Jiang Cong's white shirt inevitably had some wrinkles, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he asked Chen Er, who had been well protected by him all the time.
Chen Er shook her head, indicating that she was fine. After knowing the exact location of the examination room, the following things went much more smoothly. But unfortunately, after Chen Er familiarized herself with the examination room and was going downstairs, they encountered the upward - flowing crowd again.
There was only a very narrow passage left for those going downstairs. Chen Er's small body was instantly submerged. Jiang Cong turned around, trying to grab Chen Er's hand, but to no avail.
Lan Heng couldn't stand it anymore and directly grabbed Chen Er's sleeve to prevent her from being carried upstairs by the crowd.
As for why he didn't grab Chen Er's arm, Lan Heng said that he didn't want to taste the taste of Jiang Cong's jealousy. He estimated that even if he just grabbed Chen Er's sleeve, that picky man would hold a grudge against him for a long time.
Sure enough, when they finally reached an open area, the cold glares in Jiang Cong's eyes were shooting at Lan Heng like arrows, as if he was going to pierce Lan Heng through on the spot.
"Hey, Jiang Cong, how can you be so ungrateful? If it weren't for me just now, who knows where Chen Er would have been swept away!" Lan Heng explained indignantly.
Jiang Cong selectively ignored the fuming Lan Heng and instructed Chen Er, "Don't go to the wrong examination room tomorrow. Arrive early. Set your alarm clock. Don't eat randomly. Don't wear clothes with metal zippers into the examination room."
Chen Er was a bit confused but vaguely guessed that Jiang Cong might have something to do tomorrow, so he said these things in advance. She didn't continue to ask. Anyway, Jiang Cong always had his own reasons and sense of propriety.
Jiang Cong simply explained, "The police station has a major drug - trafficking case to interrogate tomorrow, so I have to go."
Chen Er understood. Jiang Cong was an out - and - out workaholic who always believed in perfectionism.
That night, Chen Er went to bed early. She had a tough battle to fight tomorrow and needed to conserve her strength.
Jiang Cong sat alone in the living room. There was freshly brewed tea on the coffee table. A few buttons of his white shirt were casually undone, making him look a bit lazy and less ascetic.
"Little one, come on." Jiang Cong lost his interest in drinking tea. In fact, the reason why he liked drinking tea was partly due to his father's influence, and another reason was that tea could keep his mind clear and absolutely calm, diluting the unstable factors in his heart and ensuring that his physical functions were maximally stimulated.
The bell reminded the owner that it was already late at night. Jiang Cong got up, went into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he also lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
The sound of cicadas entered his dream, weaving a sweet dream.
The next day, Chen Er got up early as usual. After packing up her things and having breakfast, she walked towards the examination room at a leisurely pace.
Chen Er wasn't worried about doing poorly in the college entrance examination. She never fought an unprepared battle, not in the past and even less so now.
Either don't do it, or do it perfectly.
Jiang Cong also arrived at the police station early in the morning. Since the higher - ups attached great importance to this major drug - lord case, and Director Wang especially emphasized it, the police in the station had been working non - stop for a week, aiming to sort out the case as soon as possible and reach a verdict earlier.
But Scorpion had a tight mouth. Even though the police had tried all kinds of means, they still couldn't pry out any useful information. In desperation, Director Wang thought of Jiang Cong, the trump card, which was why Jiang Cong was interrogating Scorpion today.
"Scorpion, you should recognize the current situation. Don't resist anymore. Confession earns leniency, resistance leads to severity." Yang Heng repeated almost the same words. His lips were almost worn out, but Scorpion remained unmoved.
Scorpion lifted his eyes, casually grunted, and then said nothing more.
Yang Heng had no choice but to look at Jiang Cong with a pleading look, indicating that he was at his wit's end with the impervious Scorpion.
"What are you covering up? Let me guess. Is it because of your family?" Jiang Cong said unhurriedly, playing with a black pen in his hand.
Scorpion sneered, thinking that Jiang Cong was nothing special.
Jiang Cong's pen spun faster and faster as he waged a psychological battle with Scorpion.