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Han Lin's skin is very white, her neckline is as slender and beautiful as a ballet girl's, her Adam's apple is slightly protruding, her hair is very soft and fluffy, her eyes are slender and upward, her eyelashes are thick, and she has her own eyeliner, so you don't need to blink. Even if you are discharging, you are as pretty as a little white cat with its little paws pouncing at people. Although Lin Zongjie has not been able to find a chance to lick his cute little head until now, but you have to be a human being. Having a dream is not, I can't figure it out and think about it.

He was lying on the balcony, watching Han Lin's tall, thin figure carrying a schoolbag gradually move away from his sight step by step, and stretched out his hands unconsciously, using the principle of illusion to keep his hands carefully' Put it on top of Han Lin's head.

touch it.

Touch again.

So the dull, manic and violent mood all day suddenly calmed down so inexplicably.

Evening self-study was still going on as usual. Lin Zongjie lay on his back in the classroom and stared at Han Lin's empty seat for two full hours. He really really didn't think about anything during the two hours when he was completely empty. I made up my mind to see someone at night, and I didn't think about such bad thoughts as pulling him over and forcing a kiss.

Lin Zongjie seemed to be sucked out of his soul by something magical.

Until Song Cheng brought back a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles packed for him, the scented food magic attack and Song Cheng's own ultrasonic physical attack finally awakened the "magic" who was immersed in the unknown and attracted everyone's attention. President Lin Zongsuke of Miku'.

"It turns out that the CEO also eats 32 yuan a bowl of Super Supreme Deluxe Mixed Sauce Noodles. Double meat sauce is added as required. This is iced cola. The boss said that you are the first person to order Supreme Mixed Sauce Noodles today. So I specially brought a can for you."

Putting the things on Lin Zongjie's table, Song Cheng also intentionally or unintentionally revealed the price of his takeaway delivery.

Lin Zongjie raised his eyelids feebly, then consciously took out a piece of red leather from his trouser pocket and threw it on Song Cheng's face, "Take it away, including the errand fee."

"Fuck me, the president is the president." I thought it would be good to get back the money, after all, there are always big brothers who owe money, intentionally or unintentionally, forgetting that they have to pay the bill, who knows this is inexplicable I earned more than 60 tips in one fell swoop. You must know that my daily pocket money is only [-] yuan. Song Cheng hurriedly received the [-] yuan bill, and looked at it two or three times with the money as if he had never seen the world. Finally, he said timidly, "In the future, please do not hesitate to order any errands, such as not bringing paper to the toilet, not bringing a pen to the exam, etc., I can provide help anytime and anywhere."

"Tomorrow I want to eat salmon sashimi, can you get it back?"

"President, I'm not bragging. As long as the money is in place, I can buy you whatever you want in a five-star hotel ten kilometers away."

Lin Zongjie smiled speechlessly, then reached out and patted Song Cheng's shoulder and said, "Not bad, not bad, I have the potential to be a dog's leg, study hard, and come to be my assistant to the uncle in the future."

"President, my score line is still in the top [-] of the whole grade in No. [-] Middle School. It is not a problem to get into a key university. If you just arrange me as an assistant, you are too talented and useless."

"Then what else do you want to do? How about giving you the position of president?"

"No, no, no." Song Cheng quickly waved his hand, "You should be the president yourself, but with my strength, I can't be a manager, so you have to act as a minister for me anyway."

Opening the packaging bag and lid of the takeaway box, Lin Zongjie took apart the disposable sanitary chopsticks, stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, and said inarticulately, "My family is just for wedding celebrations, how big of a company do you really think I have? "

"President, don't be modest, who doesn't know that your family runs a wedding chain store. Before you came last semester, our Chinese teacher hired your family's wedding team to get married. He even complained to us about your high fees. There is no discount."

"Are my fees high?"

"Arranging an outfield costs [-] yuan, do you think it's high?"

"I don't know, I've never been married."

"Let me tell you this, my cousin found a small studio in the local area, and the whole set only costs 3999."

"Then if she thinks it's expensive, she'll find a cheap one." Lin Zongjie complained, "Which Chinese teacher, isn't our Chinese teacher's children all going to kindergarten?"

"I'm talking about another one. Now this one came to teach us at the beginning of the semester. The last one took maternity leave after getting married. Besides, isn't it what you get for what you pay for? If you think it's expensive, it's too expensive, but it's just another scene. It's a classy atmosphere, besides, marriage is once in a lifetime, and everyone wants to make it better."

"If you're willing to tie the knot twice, three times, five times, or six times, wouldn't that be all right?"

"Then your wedding company is still making crazy money?" Song Cheng followed Shale, and then said to Lin Zongjie, "President, to be honest, if you want to recruit people or not, then I will learn wedding management. The kind that comes directly to your company after graduation and signs a lifetime labor contract.”

"Is there a major in wedding management?"

"Why not? Now there are corresponding majors in all walks of life, CEO, consider me, good quality and low price will not cause trouble, and I can also bring you takeaway."

Lin Zongjie pouted, poured himself two sips of Coke, cleared the taste in his mouth, and hiccupped again. He turned his head to look at Han Lin's empty seat, then tapped his finger on the table and asked, " What about him? What does this kid want to do in the future?"

"President, if you want to recruit the school committee into your company, I'm afraid you really have to give up the position of president."

"Why?"

"Why? He is such an awesome person from the People's Education Committee. He is handsome, studies well, and his family conditions are not bad. He is not a fool, so he came to the wedding company to make a plan. I guess he may be like his father after graduation. Go to a scientific research institute to do research or become a professor directly."

"Doing research?"

"Like researching AIDS vaccines and stuff like that."

"Is there a vaccine for AIDS?"

"No."

"Then what is he studying?"

"Just study it if you don't have it. If you have it, why don't you study it?"

The two chatted for a while about Han Lin's future plans. After Lin Zongjie had finished his meal, Song Cheng continued to help him clean up the bowls and chopsticks and threw them into the trash can. When he returned to his seat, he found a piece of paper Wipe the table clean.

Nonsense is nonsense, after the babbling, Song Cheng sat back in his seat and began to brush up the questions.

Unlike Han Lin, who is full of confidence, after finishing a set of questions, he will still take out the answers and compare them carefully, and then give himself a real score, which is not like Han Lin. After finishing, take out the red pen and give a full score.

fool.

So what if you make a mistake?

Even if I am the correct answer for walking, I may not know when the correct answer will be printed incorrectly. If I don’t confirm it again, I will still be complacent as if I am correct.

It was rare for Lin Zongjie to turn over the book by hand. Han Lin was right. With his current level of knowledge reserve, it was almost impossible to do the standard of the questions, so memorizing texts, words, formulas and concepts was the only way to do it. It is benevolent.

After silently writing Pipa Xing with his own standard cursive script, Lin Zongjie carefully tore off the page, wrote his own name, and then folded together the song of eternal regret that Han Lin used to hit him in the face.

Although they both use the same font, their handwriting is completely different in style. Lin Zongjie's writing is vigorous and powerful, while Han Lin's is softer and smoother. After the end of a handwriting, it can give people a feeling of spring breeze.

Sure enough, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and the mobile phone was placed on the table. Lin Zongjie just folded his hands and stared at the "little black box" on the table. He thought, Han Lin, you big fool, you are late Don't know how to call ahead to appease those who are still waiting for you in the classroom?

If I don't call again, I'm going to go berserk.

If He Linchuan and the others dared to make Lin Zongjie wait like this, they would have been called by their chief executive to greet their eighteenth generation ancestors by now.

But Han Lin is just a weird one, Lin Zongjie just didn't want to take the initiative to call him first, as if he still remembered the hatred that the other party turned off the phone when he called last time, he was betting that it must be Han Lin who took the initiative to call. become.

So he waited and waited, but the more he waited, the angrier he became, and the longer he waited, the angrier he became...

When the last punch hit the table, the entire table rang with a 'bang', and then the phone bounced and fell to the ground a few times in a disrespectful manner. When Lin Zongjie bent down to pick up the phone, he saw the newly replaced screen Another crack broke.

Angrily, he clicked on the address book, and found the phone number of the 'scumbag' accurately. Lin Zongjie even thought about how to scold Han Lin, but when the other party connected, a series of cold and emotionless machine broadcasts came. female voice.

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently on the phone."

"Han Lin, who caress about you." Another punch hit the table, and when Lin Zongjie got up with his schoolbag, he kicked Han Lin's stool to the ground.

"Fuck you, uncle." Angrily cursed out loud.

Walking in the corridor, Han Lin was startled by the sound, thinking that Lin Zongjie's insanity might be twitching again, so the always calm student committee unconsciously slowed down his steps up the stairs. Speed ​​up a few points.

The classroom of Class [-] is the first one on the left on the fourth floor. Just as Han Lin stepped into the classroom door, a tall black shadow blocked the door with his back foot. The other party's body blocked the light in the classroom. He even Before he even had time to look up at Lin Zongjie, he was grabbed by the arm, dragged forward a few steps, and pushed himself against the wall with a wave of his hand.

The seats in the first row were pushed and shoved by two people... Uh, no, it should be the seats in the first row that Han Lin gave back to 'Ding Ding Bang Bang' when Han Lin was unilaterally pushed and shoved After being overturned a lot, Han Lin was still sitting on the chair when Lin Zongjie pressed his shoulders against the wall with both hands.

When his back smashed against the wall, the person who hit him was very painful, and a muffled groan in his throat was squeezed out of his throat.

Han Lin frowned and snorted softly, "Uh..."

When he opened his eyes, Lin Zongjie's face was magnified infinitely in front of him. To be honest, the distance between the two men was so abnormal. Apart from that, they probably wanted that.