Long Island High School

In the class meeting on Monday, Cheng Jiajia presided over the podium, and Han Lin took notes.

"There is a blackboard newspaper competition on New Year's Day, do you want to participate?"

The top students in the front row all looked down at their books and seized all the time to review, as the final exam was approaching, who would be in the mood for a blackboard newspaper.

The scumbags in the back row were laughing and playing each other, but no one paid any attention to them.

Han Lin glanced at Cheng Jiajia, and Cheng Jiajia had no choice but to ask, "Song Jing, come on, you study so well."

Song Jing didn't answer.

He sat on the chair and flipped through the book, and the "mathematical thought" on the back made Cheng Jiajia's eyes go dark.

Cheng Jiajia cast her eyes on He Wenzhou asking for help.

He Wenzhou is a righteous person, and he is always nice to everyone, but because the two of them often take professional classes together, they will take extra care of her.

However, today's He Wenzhou is even colder than Song Jing, and he even took out his textbooks to study, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Cheng Jiajia looked between the two of them suspiciously. Song Jing and He Wenzhou were a little strange. At first, people who couldn't beat each other suddenly got better, and now they didn't know why they didn't say a word.

He Wenzhou's seat was moved a few rows forward by himself, not far from Song Jing.Occasionally, He Wenzhou threw something forward, and it was more convenient to say something. Although Song Jing often ignored it, there was always something involved.

Now one is reading a book and the other is studying by himself, both of them are very serious.

Cheng Jiajia saw something unusual.

"Do boys get awkward too?"

Han Lin saw that she had been looking in He Wenzhou's direction, and said, "How about I help you?"

Cheng Jiajia complained: "Even if we both go, there are not enough people."

Besides, the final exam is approaching, who doesn't want to review more?

Cheng Jiajia went to the office to report in a gloomy mood. Compared with the little princess Cheng Jiajia who was praised by everyone, Han Lin had a calm and calm temperament.She has short hair and is popular among boys.

Han Lin walked up to He Wenzhou and knocked on his table.

"Aren't you going to participate?"

He Wenzhou didn't raise his head: "I need to review."

Han Lin said: "It's rare."

He Wenzhou said: "Are you sarcastic about me? I also want to take the culture class, okay?"

Han Lin said: "That's not true. It's just a pity that you don't have a blackboard newspaper."

"What's the pity?"

Han Lin said: "You are good at drawing, who in the class can compare with you in drawing?"

He Wenzhou stared at her for a moment, then slowly laughed: "Don't think I don't know your tricks."

"Then you know, do you want to do it?"

He Wenzhou waved his hand: "Go away!"

Han Lin was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped her: "You can do something for me, and I'll go."

"what?"

Cheng Jiajia came back and saw Han Lin sitting next to He Wenzhou. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about.She turned her head, planning not to talk to her today.

Han Lin returned to her seat and said to Cheng Jiajia, "He Wenzhou agreed."

Cheng Jiajia lowered her head and was doing her own paper.

Han Lin glanced at her suspiciously.

"what's for dinner?"

"Go back by yourself."

"You're not coming back?"

"I want to go home, I have to go home to practice the piano every week, okay?"

Han Lin held back the words that came to her lips.

Cheng Jiajia suddenly got up to pack her things, made a lot of noise, then picked up her schoolbag and left the classroom.

Han Lin sat on the seat and picked up the test paper that had fallen from her.

The ear-piercing bell rang at this moment, and finally she was leaving too.

When Song Jing came back from the office, Lao Liu talked with him earnestly for more than half an hour, and finally got Song Jing to agree to take over the blackboard newspaper.

Facing the empty blackboard on the back wall, he was also a little dazed.

The main reason is that he didn't do these things.

On the first day, he copied a few math competition questions on the back blackboard, and everyone complained.Every day, the teacher takes turns occupying the blackboard and forget about it, but you have to do questions when you participate in an activity!God, let them go!

Song Jing reflected for a while, and changed the entire poem the next day.However, You Xingxizi held his heart and exclaimed: "Don't let me carry Fan Zhongyan again! You can even change to Tao Yuanming!"

Song Jing accepted the suggestion and replaced Tao Yuanming.

Everyone: "..."

Is the brain circuit of all Xuebas like this? !

Just when Song Jing was at a loss and everyone was giving up hope...

After school, Song Jing went to the library to borrow a few poetry collections he hadn't seen before.He has been practicing calligraphy on the back blackboard every day recently. Although his calligraphy has become better and better, elegant and handsome, and smooth, he still doesn't know anything about design and layout.

The back blackboard is filled with the poems he rummaged through, as if holding a poetry appreciation conference.Everyone tended to become numb and didn't care about the blackboard newspaper anymore, only Song Jing was still persistently choosing his words.

When he returned with his collection of poems in his arms, he found that the empty classroom was almost empty.

The setting sun shone in from outside, covering the polished floors and the downturned tables and chairs.The golden glow shrouded the figure of a person, and the light and shadow moved and changed through the window, revealing his hand holding the chalk, revealing a handsome and silent side face.Song Jing passed by the window and saw He Wenzhou.

He Wenzhou is drawing an insect. The insect's whiskers are detailed and vivid, as if trembling with his hand.The feathers of insects are as thin as the wings of a cicada, and they seem to glow, and they are about to flap their wings in the next moment.The insect's legs are strong and powerful, with a pair of sawtooth-like forearms, and it wields its iron pincers to fight with the enemy.

His pen is thin and sharp, and his technique is powerful.The tip of the chalk is like a brush, brushing and sweeping quickly on the blackboard.The chalk vibrates the blackboard to form a regular rhythmic beating, which gradually makes the soul in his writing dance and flamboyant.

And he didn't realize the existence of others.

Song Jing looked at him from behind.

At this time, He Wenzhou was a little strange. He was commanding thousands of troops, and he was the existence that attracted the attention of everyone.

Until his last stroke, he put two eyes on the insects. They were a pair of eyes full of desire and ambition. They were very big, bulging and energetic, and the sharpness, sternness, and aggressiveness inside were daunting.

Looking at these eyes, Song Jing seemed to be captured by its animal nature, unable to speak for a long time.

Inside this teenager, there is a huge and rich soul, and he has just touched a little bit.