Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 9
Lin Jing is 37 years old this year. She is a university teacher who teaches English. Lin Jing was born in a scholarly family. Although she teaches English, she has a natural love for literature.

Lin Jing has been annoyed by her parents' quarrel recently, urging her to get married every day.But when Lin Jing was in college, she fell in love with her boyfriend. Later, because of family reasons, her boyfriend went abroad to settle down, and the relationship was over.The four years of relationship broke up as soon as they said it, so Lin Jing had a feeling of mistrust in love.

Lin Jing finished teaching during the day, and was urged by her parents to go on a blind date at night, but in the end she met the kind of man who flaunted her career success.He kept talking about the house, the car and his own success.Although Lin Jing is not very beautiful, she is the kind of woman with a bit of literary and youthful feelings, with a touch of literary temperament brought out by a scholarly family.So there is an instinctive rejection of philistine men.

After dealing with the boring blind date, it was already late at night when Lin Jing returned home. Lin Jing was sitting by the computer, enjoying the rare leisure time.

Lin Jing swiped Weibo as usual, and as she swiped, Lin Jing gently picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.At this moment, Lin Jing suddenly saw a Weibo that said.Post a poem to express your sudden open-minded mood.

"It's still the night of the National People's Congress. Because of my mood, I don't know if I am an elegant person or an arty person." Lin Jing teased slightly in her heart.

So he casually glanced behind him, but he couldn't take his eyes away after seeing it.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

It is expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up.Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, when I go back, there is no wind or rain. "

"What kind of arrogance is this to write such a word." Lin Jing was deeply conquered by this adverb, and Lin Jing felt that her heart was also broadened because of this word.The things that bothered her before seemed to be unimportant.

Lin Jing read the poem carefully, liked it, and commented below, "Brother Tai is so proud, I admire you."

Lin Jing was so open-minded that she made a rare joke. She felt that the person who could write such words should be a heroic uncle.Then Lin Jing reposted this Weibo and wrote on it, "This is a magical word that can open people's hearts."

Lin Jing clicked on this Weibo to enter the homepage, wanting to see what else was posted, curiosity really killed the cat.In the end, Lin Jing found out that this person had only posted a Weibo post, so she clicked to follow, hoping to see some good poems and lyrics again.

Zhuang Yan is 26 years old this year. He is a truck driver. Zhuang Yan took a long trip to pick up goods. He just came back to rest for a few days before going out to pick up goods.

"This group of bad friends has made me a little confused again." Zhuang Yan went to the tavern with his friends when he came back to rest as usual, to eat some small dishes and drink some wine.But Zhuang Yan doesn't drink very well, so he was drunk a little too much by a group of his friends.

"Look at the jokes on Weibo, and then go to bed early and don't wash up." Zhuang Yan is a person who likes to read jokes very much. He used to like to read martial arts novels, but due to his busy work, he gradually read less. .

After swiping through Zhuang Yan, I came across the Weibo post by Chu Ci. I didn't want to read it, but when I was about to jump over, I was attracted by Chu Ci's profile picture.There are a lot of lotus in Zhuang Yan's hometown, but most of them are pink and white. This is the first time I have seen this kind of concubine-colored lotus, which is so delicate and beautiful that it stretches wantonly.

Attracted by the avatar, Zhuang Yan slowed down his hand on Weibo, and glanced at Chu Ci's Weibo.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

It is expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up.Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, when I go back, there is no wind or rain. "

Although Zhuang Yan's education level is not high, but after reading this poem, he feels that the person in the poem is himself.He felt that he was a hero. He let out a long roar in the forest while drinking, and then disappeared in the forest.Zhuang Yan felt that his wine was a little sober. Zhuang Yan used to hate literary poetry the most, but after seeing this Weibo, he suddenly became interested in poetry.

Zhuang Yan clicked a thumbs up, and then commented below, "It's very well written, with a bit of my style." After pretending for a while, Zhuang Yan felt refreshed, and then put down the phone complacently , fell asleep, and snored after a while.

Wang Jingze is 17 years old this year. He is a sports student. Wang Jingze just went to the Internet cafe and came back from surfing the Internet. He went to the Internet cafe to play and masturbate quietly with a few classmates who didn't like studying.

"If I did my homework again in the last evening self-study, I would jump off here." Wang Jingze thought bitterly, but he didn't expect that old hag, the head teacher, to complain to the parents again, and when he came back, he was scolded by his mother. Almost confiscated the mobile phone and pocket money which was not a lot.

Lying on the bed, still thinking about the fierce team battle when playing the game, Wang Jingze turned over and tuned it so that he couldn't sleep, so he picked up his phone and checked Weibo to see if there were any new jokes, or if there was another Whoever ran online was jumped by a fairy.As a result, I found Chu Ci's Weibo after I swiped, but I just glanced at it and found that I couldn't move my eyes.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

It is expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up.Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, when I go back, there is no wind or rain. "

Read this poem.Wang Jingze suddenly felt that the math grades that he had been bothering for a long time were nothing serious. After all, he had insisted on physical training for the past few years.So Wang Jingze got out of bed and seriously picked up the math exercise books and reference books that had been idle for a long time and started studying seriously.

"It's really the sun coming out from the west. This kid is actually studying mathematics seriously." In the middle of the night, Wang Jingze's mother woke up and came to check the room to see if Wang Jingze had covered himself with a quilt, but he saw Wang Jingze studying mathematics. Wang Jingze's mother expressed her relief, and then gently closed the door.

The door was gently opened, but Wang Jingze didn't notice it. He just thought that he had to study hard, and if he improved his performance in cultural subjects by a hundred points, he would be able to enter the Capital Physical Education University.

That night, the young man summoned up his courage to fulfill the dream that he could only imagine before, and it was almost dawn this night.

"Ah, it's past three o'clock, it's almost dawn, and it's so late." Wang Jingze said that it was a bit unbelievable that he had studied so late, but this feeling of enrichment is really good.

Before going to bed, Wang Jingze called Weibo again, followed this Weibo account that only posted one Weibo, and left a message below "I feel like a big word, let me, a person who doesn't like to study, study until late at night, please come again Post some words that can inspire me to study, it’s good to study, I love to study, emmmmm is so fragrant.”

In this way, the first word was spread out in a small area without making a sound.There is still water and deep flow, and the wise man is silent.

The night passed like that.

In the early morning, Chu Ci dimly opened his eyes, then sat up in a daze, scratched his hair, and made it messy, Chu Ci still felt a little unaccustomed to long hair.All of this is like a beautiful cartoon in the still room. A girl who looks like she walked out of the cartoon, with her hair stroked and her eyes half-opened, looks extra warm.

"It seems that the system task was completed yesterday, and there was a lottery draw that hasn't been drawn yet." Perhaps yesterday was too busy, Chu Ci suddenly remembered that he had yet to draw a system lottery, and suddenly became a little bit looking forward to it.

"What can I draw out this time?" I hope it is skills, item cards, not clothing and daily necessities.

Chu Ci softly called the system in his heart.

(End of this chapter)