I attacked the god of learning

...highlight moment?

Wait a minute, so this basketball game was not deliberately provoked by Pan Yangwen.

Rather, Jian Xing hoped that he would be in a better mood and that the pressure would not be so great, so he formed a game? ? ?

Is... playing him? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin turned his head and looked at Jian Xing in surprise.

But Jian Xing just said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just playing basketball with you."

"Tomorrow's review venue has been set." Jian Xing smiled at Cheng Xinglin, "Art building, music classroom."

Cheng Xinglin didn't quite hear what Jian Xing said.

He just thinks that Jian Xing is so handsome, very handsome.

The feeling of ease made his facial features more sharp and calm.

He was so handsome that his heart was stronger than when he was exercising vigorously just now.

Cheng Xinglin secretly moved his stiff hand.

Calm down, be calm.

Calmly think about what to do now.

Cheng Xinglin secretly took a few deep breaths, and finally grasped the logic of his soul returning to heaven.

Cheng Xinglin pretended to be very logical and calm, and said to Jian Xing: "Okay, then I will apply for this classroom immediately."

"Speaking of this."

Jian Xing lowered his head, and took out a piece of paper wrapped in a plastic bag from the pocket of his basketball pants.

He unfolded the note—it was an application form for the music classroom.

Jian Xing handed the application form to Cheng Xinglin and smiled: "I have already applied for you."

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Very good, the soul that was captured just now seems to be flyaway again soon.

Not only Cheng Xinglin's soul flew away, but also the souls of the girls who hadn't left yet.

After all, the two of them were standing in the middle of the basketball court.

Solemnly, a note was passed on.

"Help!!!" The girl went crazy, "What did the god of learning give the bully???"

"Little note, let's find out about this little note!!!" Another girl excitedly bit the shoulder of the girl next to her.

"Don't bite me! Help!" The girl who was bitten just complained, but the phone kept taking pictures of the two people in the middle of the playground, "If you have something to say to your face, why don't you wear a note??? Say it Was Cheng Xinglin really rejected?? Is it fake news??"

Who knows.

Anyway, in the hearts of thousands of girls in the school: They are talking.

Jian Xing didn't know what the girls were talking about, he just saw Cheng Xinglin standing there in a daze.

It's cute even though it's silly.

But Jian Xing still held up the note and waved it in front of Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin came back to his senses and looked at Jian Xing nervously.

Jian Xing asked: "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

"No..." Cheng Xinglin came back to his senses, and finally took the note.

He glanced at the usage time and found that it was the next class.

"Your physics class next class." Jian Xing said, "As usual, I will help you make up."

Another physics class, and Jian Xing's help with tutoring.

When Cheng Xinglin paid his respects to his physics teacher, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart——

In other words, in the future, Jian Xing will not give him more physical supplements.

Because of love, that's why you study high-energy physics, right? ?

Cheng Xinglin actually felt that his idea was very reasonable.

"Then work hard, senior, to help make up lessons at night."

"No hard work." Jian Xing said, "If you are so polite, I will not have to work hard."

·

he is...

quilt……

threatened?

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing in shock.

Jian Xing smiled, and said lightly, "I'm just kidding."

impossible!

Cheng Xinglin didn't believe it at all.

It was clear that Jian Xing was serious just now! !

But Jian Xing didn't get entangled in this issue, he said: "I'll go change my clothes and see you at the tennis court later."

The tennis court is the only way to the art building, Cheng Xinglin nodded: "OK."

The two bid farewell, and the girls at the playground dispersed.

Cheng Xinglin went to the side to pick up his coil book and walked to the tennis court.

Cheng Xinglin didn't change his clothes when he played basketball, he just wore the short-sleeved school uniform, so now he just walked over and waited for Jian to go.

But just went through a series of things.

He will step on the field again later.

In order to calm himself down, Cheng Xinglin decided to go to the faucet halfway, and turn on the faucet to flush the water.

Cheng Xinglin was familiar with the road and found the faucet that he was very familiar with.

Put your head under the faucet and reach out to turn on the faucet.

The moment Cheng Xinglin's fingers touched the water dragon.

He felt the back of his hand being held down by a hand.

The knuckle-boned hand effectively stopped Cheng Xing's movement of boiling water.

Cheng Xinglin's neck was hooked, and he was lifted from under the faucet.

The next moment, Jian Xing wrapped the towel on his shoulders around Cheng Xinglin's head.

With a deep voice, he criticized: "Bad habit."

·

……

The big towel covered Cheng Xinglin's sight, and now his field of vision was filled with a vast expanse of white.

On the towel, there is the scent of the sea lemon that belongs to Jianxing.

Cheng Xinglin was wrapped in it, and the smell made him dizzy.

Cheng Xinglin hadn't had time to wake up.

He felt—his head was gently rubbed by the fingertips of one hand through the towel.

—— Jian Xing gently rubbed the towel with his slender fingers to help him wipe off the sweat on his head.

Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to move.

Soon, Jian Xing wiped off the wetness on his head before helping him take off the towel and put it on his shoulders again.

Wipe the side of Cheng Xinglin's head, and make intimate contact with Jian Xing's exposed slender neck.

But Jian Xing was unmoved at all.

He just threw the school uniform on his arm to Cheng Xinglin.

"It's windy." Jian Xing said, "Don't catch a cold."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"Don't want to wear it?"

Cheng Xinglin quickly shook off the school uniform: "Thank you senior!"

Jian Xing smiled and said nothing, but walked to the music classroom with Cheng Xinglin.

Before class, the two arrived at the music classroom.

Just as Cheng Xinglin pushed open the door, he saw Yun Ruolan and Mi Qing sitting inside.

The two were chatting about a dress, and neither heard nor saw Cheng Xinglin come in.

Cheng Xinglin took the initiative to walk up to the two teachers and bowed to them: "Teacher, are you here?"

"Hmm." Mi Qing said, "I was invited here."

Who else could have been invited?

Of course it is simple.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing gratefully.

He also heard Yun Ruolan say: "Jian Xing, you are quite qualified as a training partner."

"Where is it?" It was Mi Qing who answered Yun Ruolan.

Fairy Mi Qing smiled openly, and said in a serious manner: "It's not just qualified as a training partner, we Jian Xing are qualified for everything~"

For example, boyfriend, husband, cough cough cough cough...

Mi Qing and Yun Ruolan exchanged a look of "you understand", but they smacked the student's CP without any suspicion.

Being gossiped in front of his face made Cheng Xinglin somewhat embarrassed, but he didn't feel embarrassed for too long.

Because the next moment, the door of their music classroom was pushed open.

Pan Yangwen squeezed into one head pitifully, and asked: "Teachers, at the same table and his junior, can I come and watch?"

Mi Qing smiled, and muttered: "Sura field?" There was no support or opposition.

"One hundred Chinese multiple-choice questions tonight." Yun Ruolan didn't hear Mi Qing's words clearly, and just smiled, "Yes."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

"Cheng Xinglin agrees for you to come in." Jian Xing said coldly, "That's fine."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

Competition dogs, especially in front of the Chinese teacher in the competition class and the Xueshen who is good at feeding dogs.

It is really worse than a dog.

Pan Yangwen looked at Cheng Xinglin aggrievedly.

Longing for true affection and true love in the world, he puts Cheng Xinglin's chance to get a little warmth.

Cheng Xinglin lived up to everyone's expectations and said, "If the senior agrees, I'm fine."

·

He should have known! !

On the day he was called God Pan, he should have known! !

Hey guys, play Möbius strip with me, right? !

If Pan Yangwen chases after him without getting angry, then he is not Pan Yangwen.

So, Pan Yangwen glanced at Jian Xing wrongedly.

This time, Jian Xing didn't kick the ball, so he asked Pan Yangwen to sit down, and at the same time assigned him a task: "From the perspective of ordinary audience, give some feedback."

Pan Yangwen sat down happily: "What do you want from the perspective of an ordinary audience, aren't you an ordinary audience?"

Jian Xing: "No."

Pan Yangwen: "Where is it unusual? Because you entered the IMO National Collection."

Jian Xing: "Those who wear filters are not ordinary."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

OK, fe, he's cheap, why is he chatting with Jian Xing.

Pan Yangwen corrected his attitude and took seriously his ordinary audience.

Cheng Xinglin was listening to Yun Ruolan's words: "For today's class, the classroom belongs to us, so don't be nervous, it doesn't matter if the first time is a little flawed, understand?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded.

Yun Ruolan: "Our goal is to adjust, adapt, and improve."

Yun Ruolan knew that Cheng Xinglin was a bit serious.

Although his ability to resist pressure is perfect, and he can't mess up under pressure, but when changing venues for the first time, mistakes are inevitable.

Yun Ruolan didn't want Cheng Xinglin to carry too much mental burden.

Cheng Xinglin was indeed a little nervous just now.

After listening to Yun Ruolan's persuasion, he also tried his best to adjust his state.

Distribute the tension to the matter of analyzing the current venue.

The music classroom is indeed much larger than Jian Xing's secret base and Yun Ruolan's office.

But... Cheng Xinglin took a closer look and found that it was not much bigger than the rooftop where he practiced.

It just so happened.

When he "forgot to eat and sleep" on the rooftop two days ago, Future Jianxing suggested that each of his movements should have a larger space span.

Although the future Jianxing was based on the suggestion that "the last stage you will be on must be very big".

But today, it happened to help him.

Cheng Xinglin simulated the scene layout of his own rooftop in his mind.

After three steps, you will see the jasmine flowers on the roof; after five steps, you will see the convolvulus garden; after ten steps, you will see the pepper tree that will almost die after planting; and finally, there will be a vegetable field where shallots and leeks love each other.

He tried to let the moonlight fall on the music classroom.

Then, as he practiced every night, he stepped into the moonlight.

Then, Yun Ruolan discovered——

The problem she was worried about that Cheng Xinglin would not adapt to the new venue did not exist at all.

Instead, it was because the stage became bigger and Cheng Xing was able to stretch out all kinds of movements.

It even stirred up the sense of heroism that this stage should have.

Yun Ruolan could also tell that Cheng Xinglin had made some adjustments to her previously designed movements due to the change of venue.

After modification, it opens and closes more, more smoothly, unrestrained and natural.

Cheng Xinglin seemed to have been in this classroom countless times.

Give full play to the strength of Niu X.

When Cheng Xing was about to call the curtain call, Yun Ruolan couldn't help clapping wildly.

On the contrary, it was Mi Qing next to him, because it was the first time he saw this stage, he was still immersed in Cheng Xinglin's recitation for a while.

After a while, Mi Qing slowly regained consciousness.

"Cheng Xinglin, let's debut." Mi Qing said sincerely, "You will definitely become the first idol famous for reciting poems."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

For a while, he really couldn't tell whether Teacher Mi Qing was praising him or scolding him.

Compared to Mi Qing's exaggeration, Yun Ruolan applauded.

Cheng Xinglin wiped the sweat from his forehead, carefully watching Jian Xing's reaction.

——Actually, I really want to get Jian Xing's evaluation.

Then, Cheng Xinglin saw it.

Yun Ruolan hit Jian Xing with her elbow, then turned her head to him and said, "Trainer, don't you think our nervousness is a bit superfluous?"

So much fanfare to borrow the classroom.

The first one to run in to practice.

In the end, Cheng Xinglin was a genius.

"I think..." Jian Xing put down the phone he was recording just now, gave Cheng Xinglin a thumbs up, and answered Yun Ruolan with a smile——

"As long as it is beneficial (for him), it is not superfluous."

·

Mi Qing grabbed her little skirt—hey, Mr. Jia Yun is telling the truth, who told you to show your affection!

Look, Xiao Linlin's face is red.

Yun Ruolan was also speechless, she didn't argue with Jian Xing, she walked over to talk to Cheng Xinglin about some details.

What adjusts, adapts, perfects all shreds.

The goal now is to come up with a show that strives for perfection with the posture of picking bones in the egg!

Yun Ruolan instructed Cheng Xinglin a few times.

The last person in this classroom to react, straightened up dully, and clapped his hands in a daze.

Pan Yangwen took a few shots before turning to Jian Xing who was playing with his mobile phone.

"Actually." Pan Yangwen said earnestly, "When you showed affection for the elementary school boy last week, I kind of felt that your taste is a bit unique."

Pan Yangwen praised: "But now I find that you really know how to collect some treasures..."

Pan Yangwen said sincerely: "Niu wow Jane God, I really convinced you."

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing seriously thought about why he and Pan Yangwen became good friends in the first place.

Is it because of the fate that Pan Yangwen and Pan Yangwen happened to be assigned to the same room for participating in the summer training camp?

Why does this fate seem so sinful?

"Tell me I can." Jian Xing thought about it, and said to Pan Yangwen, "Talk about my junior, but I actually hold a grudge."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

Jian Xing's vengeance is really vengeance.

Pan Yangwen didn't dare to talk cheap, so he quickly apologized to Jian Xing.

But when he turned his head and saw Jian Xing's mobile phone, he couldn't help but babbled: "You actually know how to use Xian/Yu?? I thought that the young master flew directly to London by plane, and bought clothes from an unknown suit shop that customized clothes for the British royal family." Woolen cloth?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing resisted the urge to hit someone, and shook the thing he was looking at to Pan Yangwen.

"Fuck. Hanfu?" Pan Yangwen held Jian Xing's mobile phone and carefully looked at the picture - the suit Jian Xing saw was a light blue Tang-made round-neck gown.

The whole set of clothes looks very simple, but the materials are extremely high-end. Under the bright light, the dark lines are like the sparkling water on the lake, which is so beautiful that people can't speak.

The belt around the waist is made of jade-like material, and the price will definitely not be jade, but the carving is very fine, which directly sets off the high-end price of this suit.

"Damn it, it's so good!" Pan Yangwen said sincerely, "But why are you buying second-hand?"

"This store is called Ming Xuan Tang, a high-end custom line. A set of Hanfu will be produced in March. You can only buy second-hand clothes to catch up with him."

Although it is not flying to London to customize.

But also very powerful.

Jian Xing was optimistic about the color and size, and drew Cheng Xinglin's waistline and leg length with his hands.

The "amazing" mathematical talent allowed him to understand the art of estimation, so he placed the order directly.

I negotiated an expedited express with the other party, and it will be delivered at noon tomorrow.

After adding the courier fee, Jian Xing finally paid.

Pan Yangwen kept looking at Jian Xing to buy.

Seeing that Jian Xing chose Zhang Xingye's card to buy, Pan Yangwen immediately expressed his "premeditated" surprise: "You used this card—didn't you say that the competition is stored in this card, and there will be special events in the future?" Is it only used for important things?!"

Jian Xing was too lazy to act with him.

Paid directly.

"I know you want to hear me say 'this is a very important thing'." Jian Xing said coldly, "Then you can keep thinking about it."

·

The next time is to keep improving, Yun Ruolan mentioned a few things that can be changed for Cheng Xinglin.

But after a lot of tossing, some were changed, and some places still retained Cheng Xinglin's creativity.

Yun Ruolan finally told Cheng Xinglin not to be nervous, as long as he can perform a third of today's performance, he will surely pass.

Even Yun Ruolan said that, Jian Xing didn't buy food and go back to the secret base to practice while eating like he did two days ago.

Instead, he went with Cheng Xinglin to find Ye Duluo and the others outside the school.

Fulfill the promise of inviting them to dinner last time.

A meal, a few handfuls of kings, Cheng Xinglin is also studying hard at night.

But... He still didn't listen carefully to the physics class.

For one thing, things like physics are indeed very understandable to humans.

The second is, compared to the simple and easy-to-understand physics teaching, the physics teacher taught this class.

It can only be said to be the feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain".

Cheng Xinglin himself was a little strange——

Why did he listen to Jian Xing's supplementary physics class, not only could he quickly master the formulas, but he also found physics interesting.

Listening to a physics teacher's class is just like listening to... how about an old monk chanting scriptures?

It would be impolite to say that the teacher can't do it.

So in the end, Cheng Xinglin boiled down this issue to - Jian Xing, the eternal God.

A few classes have passed, and soon it's Friday afternoon.

People are usually very restless on a Friday afternoon, but this feeling of restlessness has become a kind of stress reliever instead.

Cheng Xinglin knew that the audit was approaching, but he wasn't nervous at all.

He could even bring a physics paper to test Jian Xing's tutoring results.

Before the last class in the afternoon, Future Jianxing sent a message to Cheng Xinglin.

Future Jianxing: [The review is coming soon, don't you be nervous? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Trust Brother Lin. 】

Future Jianxing: [Haha, okay. 】

Future Jianxing: [I also believe in running script. If it doesn't work, I will hack into the scoring system to help you change your score. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [It turns out that quantum technology can change numbers written on paper? 】

Future Jianxing: [Of course, indecision, quantum mechanics. 】

Cheng Xinglin looked at the line and smiled.

Just when I was about to reply, I suddenly saw unread message 1.

It was Jian Xing who sent a message to Cheng Xinglin: [I have something to do, you eat first, I will come to you later. 】

Cheng Xinglin replied OK, and the moment he sent it, the get out of class bell rang.

Brother Lin got up flexibly, hooked Hang Yitong who was about to flee outside: "Let's go, let's go to dinner with brother."

Hang Yitong was strangled and coughed twice, and said blankly: "What, you won't have dinner with Jianshen today?"

Cheng Xinglin: "He has something to do, let's meet later—for dinner?"

Hearing what Cheng Xinglin said, Hang Yitong immediately nodded.

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to ask him what he was eating, he saw Hang Yitong grab a resident student next to him who was about to leave, and took his meal card.

"Let's eat in the cafeteria." Hang Yitong patted the meal card, "If you have diarrhea in the cafeteria, it is the school's responsibility, and you can get a chance to make up the exam."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

This is quite thoughtful.

Cheng Xinglin felt dumbfounded on the one hand, but on the other hand was very moved.

He walked to the cafeteria with Hang Yitong.

After entering the cafeteria, Hang Yitong also reconnaissance very carefully—you can't eat meat, and definitely can't eat the ones with spicy throat.

Finally, Hang Yitong chose an exquisite vegetable soup for Cheng Xinglin.

The vegetable soup is green and oily, it looks very fresh, very...vegetarian.

"Brother Lin, the vegetables here are all organic, and the oil used is also salad oil. There will definitely be no problems."

Hang Yitong said, and offered another white rice: "The newly steamed one smells delicious, and there is absolutely no quality problem."

Cheng Xinglin put on a crying expression.

But it still turned out that Hang Yitong handed over the chopsticks. Under his eager eyes, he ate the green vegetable soup with white rice.

What should be said or not.

White rice is the most filling anyway.

Cheng Xinglin was a little stuffed, after dinner, he decided to go out to digest.

Anyway, the lottery for the review order is at the beginning of the evening self-study, so there is plenty of time.

The sky is gloomy, it is estimated that it will rain soon.

As soon as Cheng Xinglin took a step towards the playground, he was stopped by Hang Yitong.

Hang Yitong said anxiously: "Brother Lin, why are you not in a hurry!!"

Cheng Xinglin looked puzzled: "What are you in a hurry for?"

"Aren't you going to change clothes? Don't you dress up? Don't dress up just for No.1?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...Huh?"

Cheng Xinglin wore a slightly old school uniform and jeans, frankly: "What can I change, Brother Lin's strength wins."

Cheng Xinglin had just finished speaking when there was a burst of ridicule beside him.

Cheng Xinglin glanced sideways, and saw Xin Zhuo, who had only one younger brother beside him, sitting on the horizontal bar beside the playground, looking at Cheng Xinglin with a proud face.

Xin Zhuo mocked: "It turns out that some people really participated in this kind of event, and they didn't even prepare any costumes?"

Cheng Xing did not squint, ready to leave.

I heard Xin Zhuo say again: "Don't talk about being ugly or not, just say, he really doesn't respect this event."

When Cheng Xinglin heard this, he paused.

...disrespect, activity?

He didn't think about it - he thought that reviewing the program was originally reviewing the quality, and clothing should be the next step, so he didn't get distracted from looking for Hanfu agency or borrowing clothes from others.

But when Xin Zhuo said that, Cheng Xinglin suddenly felt that he was doing something wrong.

When Cheng Xinglin lowered his head to reflect.

The sky also started to rain lightly.

In fact, it was his first time participating in such an event.

Without any experience, how could you know these twists and turns?

Xin Zhuo is purely a PUA, it's because Cheng Xinglin is good at reflecting on himself that he was recruited.

But Cheng Xinglin hadn't had time to seriously reflect on himself.

Hearing an angry reprimand from the side: "Xin Zhuo, you are enough."

Cheng Xinglin looked over in astonishment, and found that the speaker was Xin Zhuo's former younger brother—Wu Da.

Wu Da blushed: "It's a student activity, why don't you respect it by wearing a school uniform? Are you looking down on school uniforms?"

Xin Zhuo: "Wu Da, you—"

Wu Da: "The president of a small middle school student union is average in ability and has a lot of authority. You say that others don't respect the school by wearing school uniforms. So if you bully other people's associations, is it respect for the school? You have something funny."

"That's right." Miao Xiaoxiao, who was wearing a ball head, also ran over and chimed in, "The president is really a big, big official."

"And you know that people are not prepared - all the clothes from our Hanfu Club can be borrowed..."

Miao Xiaoxiao's voice was interrupted when she suddenly noticed the sudden silence around her.

Miao Xiaoxiao turned her head inexplicably, but at some point, Jian Xing came in through the crowd.

Leaning a large black umbrella horizontally, Jian Xing enveloped Cheng Xinglin inside.

"Thank you Hanfu Society for supporting Cheng Xinglin."

Jian Xing held an exquisite wooden box in his hand, and asked coldly: "But this time, I'm the one who is going to be in the limelight?"

·

shit.

So fucking handsome...

No, no, I am rushing to the front line of CP? ? ?

Is this the blessing of being a good person? ? ?

No no no no no no no.

Could it be that the box that Jian Xing is carrying is Mingxuantang's box? ? ?

The ceiling of the Hanfu industry, only undertakes high-end customized Hanfu, Mingxuantang? ? ?

Damn, he's so rich and hardworking! ! !

"Senior..." Cheng Xinglin also noticed the box, "This...?"

"I wore it before." Jian Xing lied without blinking, "I just brought it home for you."

In fact, he mentioned it at the door 10 minutes ago.

But if he said that, Cheng Xinglin would definitely be polite to him.

Jian Xing lifted up the box, the coldness on his face was swept away, and with a warm smile, he sent an invitation to Cheng Xinglin: "Go and try?"

Miao Xiaoxiao: "Hanfu club, we can borrow the venue of our Hanfu club!"

Then I decided to go to the Hanfu Club.

Pan Yangwen has already been called by Jian Xing to help draw lots, so they can change clothes at the Hanfu Club until they go on stage with peace of mind.

Cheng Xinglin followed Jane, but he couldn't grab the box or the umbrella, so he had to give up.

Xin Zhuo was sitting on the cold horizontal bar in the rain, seeing two people huddled under an umbrella, he was almost pissed off.

As soon as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Hang Yitong.

"President of the student union." Hang Yitong blocked Xin Zhuo's way with a smile, "Do you have the guts to find fault, and don't you have the guts to see Cheng Xinglin's appearance in ancient costume?"

Hang Yitong said: "Are you afraid that the impact of dimensionality reduction will be too strong and you will lose some confidence?"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Xin Zhuo: "How good-looking can he be? Will I be afraid of him?"

Saying that, Xin Zhuo stretched his arrogant chin and walked away with everyone.

After arriving at the Hanfu club, Miao Xiaoxiao took the president out and gave up the entire Hanfu club to Cheng Xinglin.

In fact, there are special changing curtains in the Hanfu Club.

It's just that the curtain is a little narrow, and Miao Xiaoxiao is afraid that Cheng Xinglin won't be able to open it.

So he simply gave up the entire Hanfu Club to him.

Cheng Xinglin changed clothes inside, while the others waited outside.

At first, people outside just filled the corridor within two meters.

But soon, more and more people came to watch - they all wanted to see Cheng Xinglin's Hanfu for the first time.

After all, they quarreled on the playground just now, and the people who eat melons may not know what Xin Zhuo said at the beginning.

But how Jian Xing carried a box down against the wind and opened an umbrella over Cheng Xinglin's head, everyone has seen it.

Everyone was discussing Cheng Xinglin's appearance in Hanfu with anticipation—after all, Cheng Xinglin's good looks are now known to the whole school, and handsome guys wearing Hanfu or women's clothing are things that everyone likes to see!

Listening to the discussion behind him, Jian Xing said "It must be very nice" on the left, and "I want to be the first woman who takes his Hanfu at first sight" on the right.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Jian Xing suddenly took a step forward and opened the door of the Hanfu Club.

The discussion stopped abruptly.

Everyone saw that Jian Xing opened the door of the Hanfu Club with a very flexible gesture, walked in calmly, and then closed the door.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp lock sound echoed over the crowd that filled half of the corridor.

crowd:"……"

Crowd: "What the hell??"

Jian Xing originally wanted to be generous - anyway, Cheng Xinglin is not exclusive to him.

Although the appearance of Hanfu is unique, it’s okay to get used to it.

but.

He bought the Hanfu.

Will serve the wine he chooses.

So he had exclusive access to Cheng Xinglin who saw Hanfu for the first time, which is not too much.

Jian Xing's eyes were cold, standing behind the door, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he did.

but……

He still felt a little nervous.

What will Cheng Xinglin in Hanfu look like?

Will the clothes I choose for him fit?

Jian Xing didn't have time to understand these questions.

There was a sound of the curtain being pulled open - Cheng Xinglin opened the curtain.