My destined love

"Ahem, everyone, please be quiet." Before the class, I stood on the podium and announced a notice, "December 12 is World AIDS Day, and the school held a special lecture on sexual health education. I hope everyone can attend it. "

"What will you talk about in this kind of lecture? Can you stop learning postures?" Who else dares to argue with me like this except Ou Nan.

I gave him a blank look, and continued to talk about myself: "The time is 12:1 p.m. on December 7st, and the venue is in the auditorium. Please come and join us."

After getting off the podium, I raised my hand and knocked on Ou Nan's head: "If you don't teach bad things, everyone will die?"

"Teach badly? Who did I teach badly?!"

"What does it mean to learn posture? Don't think I don't understand!" How dare you pretend to me!

"Hey! Then tell me how many things you know." He deliberately misinterpreted my words, causing me to grab a book and slap him directly on the head.

Last night, I was called to the office of the student union again, and everyone discussed the work content in December.Liu Yuechen seems to be listening to everyone's opinions very seriously, but in fact, this girl is playing with my hands under the table! !The two of us sat at the corner of the long table, which happened to be a blind spot that no one else could see. He just held my hand openly and refused to let go. I struggled several times but it didn't work. He planned to play for a year or something!

The soft fingertips rubbed against my fingers or the back of my hand time after time, making me uneasy. I scratched his palm with my nails in retaliation, but he grabbed it in his hand.Quietly holding hands with him, I was no longer interested in listening to everyone's speeches, completely lost in thought, but fortunately he still had a conscience and helped me to write down the work that needed me to do.

I took a look at the notebook, and I was really stunned. I can understand the logistical work of the sexual health education lectures, but what is this thing that cooperates with the school Red Cross to distribute BYT in the school!I frowned and glanced at Liu Yuechen, with serious doubts in my eyes, but he looked at me indifferently, showing that he didn't write it in vain.

"Why do you want me to do this?" I leaned over and asked him in a low voice.

"The Red Cross is short of manpower, so I asked us to borrow people, so I borrowed the logistics department."

"Do you think it's easy for our department?! When did we start contracting the logistics of all school activities? I'm quitting! I want to be the vice chairman, and I want to post it to you!" It's a shame to post this stuff on the street!

"Sure, I have no objection. I can secretly keep a few at that time. Hey, how many would you say is enough?" He smiled wickedly.

I heard what he meant, my face became hot, and I stomped on him hard under the table.

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After class, watching He Danlei slap a large roll of red paper in front of me, I supported my head sadly, maybe because I felt that my resentment was not deep enough, so she took out a bottle of ink and a brush from her backpack.

"Can't we get more funding to print a few posters?" Yes, this is the promotional tool distributed by the department to mobilize the whole department to attend the lecture in the form of posting handwritten posters.

"J said that we are a Chinese department, and we have to show our own characteristics." She fumbled in her bag for a while, and even took out another inkstone.

"I can't even write with a marker?" Although I signed the registration form of the calligraphy club at the beginning of the semester, I finally let them dove, and I never went there once.

She shook her head: "Why don't you go and ask the people from the Calligraphy Club."

It's easy to say, but I don't even know an ordinary member, so I thought about it and asked her: "Can I just write about job assignments? Anyway, they will be torn up in the end."

"Absolutely not!" Her attitude was very firm.

I sat in the empty classroom with a sad face in a daze, and after He Danlei pushed this troublesome matter to me, she just found an excuse and slipped away.After much deliberation, I still sent a message to Liu Yuechen.

After 10 minutes, he appeared in front of me full of energy.Being able to use the vice chairman as a subordinate, I should be No.1 since the establishment of the school. The key is that he is very cooperative, always on call, and has no complaints.

"Is there any benefit in helping you?" After listening to my request for help, he actually opened his mouth to ask me for a condition. I really misunderstood him.

"I'll help first! I'm going to post it today, it's urgent!"

"How about it..." He slowly approached me, "When you post that or something, leave me a few, and then we will find a chance to study it together." After saying this, his lips were about to stick to my face up.

"Get lost..." I avoided him, and made a gesture to grab the phone on the table, "I'll go find someone else to help..."

"No!" He pressed my hand and almost circled me on the seat.

"This is a classroom! Can you restrain yourself?" I hurriedly looked at the door, fearing that someone would pass by.

Only then did he let me go with a smile, opened the roll of red paper on the table and asked, "Where's the copywriting for the poster?"

I held the notebook in both hands and handed it in front of him, flatteringly said: "There are not many words, only three sheets are enough, please recommend someone to write."

"That's enough." He poured ink into the inkstone, and finally told me, "Go and pour some water to soak the brush."

"What are you going to do?" Judging from this posture, he intends to write it himself?Can he do it?

Seeing that I didn't move yet, he patted my head and said, "Trust me."

When I came back from receiving the water, I saw that he was folding the red paper in half several times. After unfolding, the creases divided the large sheet of paper into several parts. "Small smart." I commented on his method of painting.

"It's common sense," he shoots back.

Everyone says that men who work hard are the most handsome, but they are completely wrong. Look at this one in my family. Whether they work hard or not, they are very handsome, although they are a little worse than me.

"Rao Che." The person who was concentrating on writing suddenly called my name.

"what?"

"Wipe your saliva."

"Huh? Damn! You're trying to save face, don't be too self-absorbed." I'm not a nympho.

"It's not just watching, you're spying on me."

"Shameless!" I made a face at him, "Quickly write, don't miss out!"

"It's finished." He put down his pen.

"So fast? Come and have a look." I stood up and went around in front of him, judging by my half bucket of water appreciation, his writing was not particularly good, but it was very neat, and the strokes were beautiful. "It's okay, basically qualified."

"Don't forget the benefits you gave me..." He lay next to my ear with an ambiguous tone.

"Wonderful thinking!" Now that it's used up, it can of course be thrown away.

After the poster was put up, J pointed at Liu Yuechen with a wacky expression on his face and questioned me: "You actually found someone from the finance department to make a poster that highlights the style of our Chinese department. Rao Che, your creativity is very bold!"