Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 145 Give Some Response
Xie Ying'an asked Fang Jin to change seats. Fang Jin wrote his homework without looking up, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Li Qingmo looked at Xie Ying'an deflated, and smiled very heartily.

There are only four students, and Mr. Qin doesn't care how they sit.

Mr. Xiaoqin prepared the teaching plans very carefully, and took corresponding measures in the face of various problems of the four outstanding students. When the students asked questions, he could answer them fluently.

To be honest, this is something that Professor Yan cannot do. A more accurate statement is that Professor Yan is unwilling to do it. He always thinks that there are so many problems, and it must be that they are not paying attention to the class.

During evening self-study time, Qi He went to their classroom and sat for a while. She looked at the problem-solving explanations on the blackboard that hadn't been erased in time, her eyes were full of envy.

"Qingran, I really envy you all," Qi He said while copying Qingran's notes: "Professor Yan's lecture pace is too fast, and it's not that I can't keep up alone. It's slowed down a lot, but it's still pretty fast for us."

What's more, Professor Yan may not have carefully prepared the copywriting, and he will unconsciously quote some formulas learned in college when he lectures, making it even more difficult for them who already find it difficult to learn.

Qingran didn't say anything.

Fang Jin glanced at Qi He lightly, and suggested: "Since you can't keep up with Professor Yan's class, why didn't you suggest to your head teacher to transfer to this class?"

"Also, I don't need it..." Qi He's entire face was almost wrinkled together.

Qingran swallowed the words again, she and Fang Jin looked at each other, and the two girls saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Although Qi He has been complaining about the fast pace of Professor Yan's lectures, it is obvious that she has never thought about changing classes at all. It is very likely that she still thinks that Professor Yan is more qualified and has better knowledge.

None of them spoke anymore, Qi He knew he was embarrassed, so he hurriedly copied two pages of notes and left.

Li Qingmo at the back table sneered: "Professor Yan's brainwashing skills are pretty good."

Several people present here have taken a class with Professor Yan for a period of time, so they naturally understand the meaning of Li Qingmo's words.

Just as Qingran frowned, wanting to remind her brother not to talk nonsense, she heard Xie Yingan's voice.

"next question."

The boy's voice was cold and emotionless.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Qingran sat by the window and looked out.

The moonlight is not good tonight, and the place a little farther away is completely dark, and I can't see anything clearly.

Qingran didn't know what he was looking at.

The temperature of the air conditioner was automatically set at a suitable 23 degrees. Li Qingmo adjusted the wind up and down. From time to time, there would be a gust of cold wind blowing. Qingran shrank his neck, making him feel more sleepy.

Xu Shi had something to do with chatting with Fang Jin today. She always felt that if she fell asleep now, she might be able to predict some plots in her sleep.

But she just didn't want to sleep, and she suddenly didn't want to know about the plots that she felt could be predicted in advance.

She lived smoothly for 17 years. At the moment when she drove away the gangsters for the heroine, layers of hidden memories overlapped, and she realized that she was wearing a book.

Have you ever had such an experience?It just feels that sometimes a certain scene obviously hasn't happened, but you always feel subconsciously that you have predicted this scene.

Qingran had this feeling at that time, first because she was familiar with it, and then because she could predict and predict more plots, she completely believed that she was transmigrated into the book.

Qingran didn't know if this was the awakening of her memory, maybe she was Li Qingran in the book?

But the screeching sound of brakes and the severe pain in his body at the last second couldn't be explained.

It is also possible that she was transmigrated into the book because of a car accident in her previous life.

Tsk!The more I think about it, the more headache I get, Qingran is too lazy to think about it.

She pushed the chair back under the desk, turned off the bedroom light and lay down on the bed ready to sleep.

But she didn't feel sleepy, and she didn't want to play with her mobile phone. She lay on the bed for less than 2 minutes and thought of Xie Ying'an uncontrollably.

What should a teenager's love be like?

At this age of first love, Qingran actually met many students at school who secretly fell in love secretly behind the teacher's back.

She has no feelings for puppy love, as long as it doesn't affect her studies, puppy love is actually not that bad.

But she doesn't advocate puppy love, and she's living a good life, so why does she have to get involved with another person?
Xie Ying'an was the one who wanted to force his way into her life.

The young man's attitude was sincere and strong, and when he looked at her with dark eyes, it seemed to be full of boundless love.

Every time Qingran looked away in embarrassment, he didn't even dare to look at him.

That day when the two of them returned to the classroom from the playground, Xie Yingan explained to her unprecedentedly on the way that he did not go to play basketball every day without doing his studies, but was forced to go there as a last resort.

The boy looked at her sideways, and there seemed to be a little bit of starlight shining in his black eyes.

Qingran didn't realize the meaning of what he said for a while, so he didn't answer.

Unexpectedly, Xie Ying'an even said that the girls on the playground did not go to the playground because of him; part of it was for Song Shize, and part of it was for Li Qingmo.

Of course Qingran knew that he was forced to play basketball, but none of those girls went for him?

Ghost letter?

But Qingran just smiled when he heard the words, and didn't speak.

Just at the turning point, she turned her head slightly, and clearly saw the starlight in the boy's black eyes, which gradually dimmed.

At that moment, Qingran couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart, and he felt at a loss.

She was too young, she couldn't accept Xie Ying'an's sincere feelings, and she was afraid that if she refused, the two grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and in the end they didn't even have to be friends...

After thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, Qingran felt faintly sleepy. She lay on her side and slowly closed her eyes.

The slight knock on the door did not wake her up, the doorknob was swung open, and a tall and thin figure walked in.

Before Qingran went to bed, he closed all the curtains in the room, and the room was a bit dark right now.

Xie Ying'an softly called Qingran twice, but did not get any response, after thinking about it, he still walked in.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the vision became weak in the dark, but the hearing was explored to the extreme. Xie Ying'an followed the direction of steady breathing and walked over with light steps.

There was still some faint light coming through from the side of the bed. In the final analysis, it was because Qingran hadn't drawn the curtains tightly.

Under the faint moonlight, Xie Ying'an stood by the bed and looked at Qingran for a while.

Qingran fell asleep on his side, his breathing was steady, and he was sleeping soundly.

The boy lowered his eyes, his long and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, he was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand to hold the girl's hand hanging on the edge of the bed.

Even if the girl who fell asleep was held by her hand, she didn't respond at all.

The always cold and aloof young man, after a long delay in getting a response to his feelings, helplessly let go of all his dignity, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Li Qingran, if you can sense it, just give me some response..."

I don't know how long it took before the boy let go of Qingran's hand, and turned around and left lightly as before.

After the slight sound of the door closing, Qingran opened her eyes in the dark, and she shook her sweaty hand.

The scent of milk body wash still lingers in the air.

respond?

The girl smiled shyly in the darkness, and closed her eyes again.

Without knowing the way forward, every step is difficult. Every step you take, you have to think about the way to retreat. How can you respond?

(End of this chapter)