Falling Heart

Chapter 62

"When you've seen enough, write the guarantee."

Shen Qing's interest was half extinguished by Xie Mingchao's incomprehensible style, and his sudden words were completely drenched.

She retracted her eyes resentfully, and replied in a low voice: "Oh."

At the end, I did not forget to add: "You really don't like oil and salt."

There are still seven hours until twelve o'clock in the morning, why does he have to be in a hurry?It also ruined her good mood to appreciate the sunset, dog thing dog thing!

Shen Qing rummaged through the boxes and found that there were no other notebooks except the sketchbook.

She coughed a few times artificially, "Good deskmate, can you lend me a piece of paper?"

Xie Mingchao didn't even look at her, he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and threw them to her, "One is not enough to go to the bathroom."

Depend on!She was talking about paper not napkins!

Shen Qing calmed down the countless thoughts of beating up, and tried to explain calmly: "I'm talking about the paper for writing the guarantee."

As soon as the tip of his pen stopped, he took out a piece of paper full of drafts from the math book and gave it to her.

There was already a bit of gnashing of teeth in her voice, "Xie Mingchao, what do you mean?"

As if he didn't notice the dissatisfaction in her words, Xie Mingchao's tone was patient: "The back is blank, you can write on it."

Forget it, since Party A is so perfunctory, she doesn't need to be so serious.

Shen Qing gave up arguing with him, stared at the front side where even the draft was neatly typed for a moment, and turned it over angrily.

She picked up a pen and wrote down the three characters of "Guarantee".

[I promise that without Xie Mingchao's permission, I will not have physical contact with him again]

The short sentence was deliberately enlarged by her, and finally she wrote her name and date on the signature.

Shen Qing pushed the paper over, "It's finished, please sign your name here, classmate Xie Mingchao."

Xie Mingchao caught a glimpse of the line of large characters from the corner of his eye, and raised the end of his eyes lightly, "Just one sentence?"

"Isn't there an unlimited number of words for you?" Shen Qing typed the word "witness" kindly, "Isn't this jargon enough to show my sincerity?"

Her handwriting was still delicate and beautiful even though it was intentionally enlarged. Xie Mingchao's eyelids twitched, and he signed it gracefully.

Seeing the signature with a completely different style of writing than usual, Shen Qing asked suspiciously: "You also made an art signature?"

Xie Mingchao was probably infected by her shameless temper, and boasted: "Well, after all, the big boss's handwriting can be ugly, but the signature must be good-looking."

She continued to ask: "So handsome Xie has already thought about what to do in the future?"

He stopped for a while, and raised his eyes to look at her after a while, "No."

"I really have no ambition," Shen Qing finally found a chance to sneer, and couldn't help laughing wildly, "Unlike me, salted fish have dreams!"

"Being a painter?" Xie Mingchao looked back, "It's quite suitable for you."

He really had no ideals, he only hoped to live a peaceful life with Chen Ziwan, studying hard was also to lighten Chen Ziwan's burden for a better job in the future.

"You are so good, do you really have no ideals?" She leaned against the gap between the two tables, and looked up at him while lying in her arms.

Shen Qing approached suddenly, the air was lingering with the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, Xie Mingchao was in a trance for a moment, reason prevailed, and the next second he came back to his senses.

His eyes drooped slightly, "If you have to talk about ideals, then you're getting rich, isn't it vulgar?"

"Not vulgar! Very realistic!"

Although it is no longer necessary for Shen Qing to realize this ideal, she has always felt that getting rich is what everyone wants.

"I can help you realize it," Shen Qing sat up straight, exuding righteousness, "Just buy a bigger lottery ticket..."

"No need," Xie Mingchao immediately interrupted her, "It's detrimental to morality to get rich off someone else's life. This is another form of eating soft food."

Shen Qing pondered over his last sentence carefully, winning the lottery is indeed all due to her luck, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a softie.

But it feels good to let Xie Mingchao eat soft food.

"I'm grateful for winning the lottery."

She was still thinking about how to make Xie Mingchao eat soft food again, but the people around her expressed their gratitude unexpectedly.

Shen Qing was stunned, and looked at him blankly, but his attention was completely on the test book, and the words just now were as casual as babbling.

"Is it just that perfunctory?"

Xie Mingchao glanced at the question, and began to write about the problem-solving process eloquently, not forgetting to reply her: "Your letter of guarantee is also very perfunctory."

She retorted unconvinced: "I obviously wrote it very sincerely!"

"My thanks are also very sincere."

Shen Qing felt that she needed to keep antihypertensive drugs on hand when talking with him, otherwise she would be prone to high blood pressure.

Xie Mingchao was still relieved, "As a thank you, until graduation, one 'encounter' dessert a week."

She knew that the desserts she came across were sold in limited quantities on the hour every day, and the people queuing up could squeeze from the entrance of the store to the entrance of the back street. Today, he probably waited in line for a whole afternoon to buy this dessert.

It's a waste of life for someone like Xie Mingchao, who can't wait to spend every minute on his studies, to spare time every week to buy desserts for her rotten salted fish.

Shen Qing felt a strong sense of guilt, and the words of refusal were already on his lips, but he had already opened his mouth one step ahead: "Since we are friends, you don't need to feel indebted."

Being able to hear the word "friend" from his mouth gave her a sense of relief, and she suddenly understood the feeling of being a fan of Xie Mingchao's mother.

She smiled, "Then I won't be polite."

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Zhou Chen squatted in a small corner of the back garden, holding a branch and drawing circles on the ground, while mournfully muttering: "It's too embarrassing..."

His follower searched half of the campus, and finally found Zhou Chen by the flower bed.

The little brother with the blue dragon tattooed on his back squatted down on his left side, "Boss, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, don't disturb the boss when he's in a bad mood!" The younger brother with the white tiger tattoo on his chest patted Qinglong on the back of the head hard, warning in a low voice.

Zhou Chen remembered a sentence: the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and two hundred and five in the middle.

However, his tattoo is still the most childish among the three - Piggy Page, which is even weaker among the two mythical beasts.

So he became more irritable: "Don't squat next to me, get out!"

Qinglong Baihu stepped back knowingly, only daring to look at Zhou Chen with his head lowered from afar.

Qinglong: "With such a thick-skinned personality, how could he give up because he failed to confess in public?"

Bai Hu followed suit: "That's right, I was clearly rejected by so many girls before, and I have become more and more frustrated, why did I give up at this time?"

Qinglong touched his chin and analyzed: "Brother is not afraid of losing face, what he is afraid of is losing face in front of the goddess."

Bai Hu: "Really, I think it's embarrassing for him to make all kinds of earthy confessions in front of Goddess Shen Qing."

Qinglong clapped his hands suddenly, and suddenly realized: "I know, it's because Xie Mingchao is next to the goddess, and the boss seems to be overshadowed!"

Zhou Chen ran over and punched him, "Damn it! You're talking bad about me, right?"

(End of this chapter)