Falling Heart

Chapter 94
Shen Qing froze in a daze, and subconsciously glanced at the monitor's reaction.

Sure enough, her face darkened immediately, but she could only reluctantly pick up the note and leave.

Shen Qing opened the sketchbook that was almost to the end, and unconsciously drew in circles.When I came back to my senses, the outline of the character's face was already outlined on the page.

The mole at the end of her eye burned her eyes, and she sneaked a guilty glance at Xie Mingchao who was at the side.

He was so absorbed in his study that he didn't notice what she drew at all.

She used the fastest hand speed in her life to expand the face down step by step, and drew it into the male protagonist of her serial comics.

Shen Qing secretly scolded herself for being worthless, for drawing Xie Mingchao's face unconsciously.

It must be that what he said just now was too ambiguous, which made her have unreasonable thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the last page of her sketchbook ended with Xie Mingchao's face.

Shen Qing wrote down today's date at the end, and solemnly closed the sketchbook.

Her movement was not small, Xie Mingchao looked sideways.

"I finished a book in one semester..."

Shen Qing could already imagine what hurtful words he was going to say in the second half of the sentence, and added for him: "It's very free, isn't it?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and the tear mole jumped with his movements.

She thought of the painting just now, and her face became hot for no reason.

"Professional art students don't have as much time as you to complete a sketchbook in one semester."

Shen Qing corrected: "It's one semester and one month."

Xie Mingchao looked back, "There is no difference."

She pretended to be angry: "You are an insult to the achievements of my paintings!"

"Feel sorry."

Gong Xiaoxiao is right, as long as a person apologizes quickly enough, scolding cannot catch up with him.

Shen Qing frowned and looked at him, "You always think that I say a lot of thanks, but you also say a lot of apologies. You can't be too double-standard."

Xie Mingchao was silent for a while, and responded slowly, "Understood."

He was exceptionally safe and well-behaved today, Shen Qing looked at the sky, the weather was fine and there was no tendency for it to change.

"You're so weird today."

"How can I not be surprised?" Xie Mingchao lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "Do you prefer to be called a pervert or a female hooligan?"

She shook her head resentfully: "Forget it."

After counting the votes, the monitor wrote down the top three on the blackboard.

[No.1: Snow White]

【No.2: Thunderstorm】

【No.3: Romeo and Juliet】

"I didn't realize that people in our class really like fairy tales," Shen Qing sighed, "I'm probably going to lose the election."

"Facts have proved that my one extra vote is useful." Xie Mingchao looked at the numbers after the ranking, and there were only three votes, "But I am surprised that someone other than you would choose this story."

Shen Qing's eyes were full of admiration: "That's right, you have the same vision as me!"

Three tables away from them, Tang Duan glanced back, and when he saw Shen Qing's wish-fulfilling expression on the usually indifferent expression, he felt that everything he had done was worthwhile.

He stopped her just now when the squad leader was passing by, and asked Shen Qing what play she had written.

The squad leader opened her note impatiently: "Look for yourself."

"Okay, thank you monitor."

So he also wrote the same drama title as Shen Qing.

The squad leader took it with contempt, "I really don't know why everyone is attracted to her, even Xie Mingchao is willing to accommodate her."

Tang Duan's joyful mood was extinguished in an instant, and then he thought in despair, since the last time he didn't dare to directly say that the love letter was written to Shen Qing, he has no chance.What's more, next to her is the dream of thousands of girls in Yunhe, and she can't match it in the slightest.

However, if he could do something for her with his meager strength, he would be satisfied.

Under the witness of everyone, the squad leader put three slips of paper into the lottery box, shook them, and took out one from it.

Shen Qing held her breath, and tightly clenched her cuffs.

Xie Mingchao sneered: "You have always been lucky, so there is no need to worry about it."

"You don't understand, nervousness is a sense of ritual, I just express it symbolically."

As she said this, her teeth were actually trembling slightly.

The squad leader opened the note with a visible expression of disgust.

"The chosen ones are—Romeo and Juliet."

There was a moment of silence in the class, and there was a burst of discussion.

"Isn't it unlucky for such a tragic drama to be staged on the school celebration?"

"Then there are still people who choose Thunderstorm, isn't that also a tragedy?"

"But after all, it is a selected text in the textbook, or a famous national drama. Isn't it reasonable to be selected?"

"It's clear that the atmosphere of Princess Snow is more joyful, or HE."

"Let's respect the result, why not pray that I can get a role."

Shen Qing stopped breathing for a moment, and pushed Xie Mingchao's elbow in disbelief.

"Did you hear that?"

The words he wrote were pushed and crooked, and a piece of ink blurred out.

Maybe she was too excited, and even forgot the three chapters of their agreement.

Xie Mingchao was not angry, and replied in a gentle voice: "I heard it, as expected."

Shen Qing fantasized longingly: "Even if I can't be selected for the performance, if I can see the complete performance, I will die without regret."

"It's not necessary to regard such a simple thing as a last wish."

I knew he wouldn't say anything to comfort others, since he had obviously said before that she would live a long life.

After the performance program of Class Nine was finalized, the next step was the selection of roles.

The squad leader asked the opinions of other class cadres, one is to draw lots to select roles, and the other is to vote by the people.

To be fair, I chose the first method in the end.

The lottery time is set for the first evening self-study.

Shen Qing went to the bookstore to buy the original book after school in the afternoon, and planned to review it in the evening when the lottery was drawn.

When I returned to the classroom, there was already an encounter dessert on the seat.

She just remembered that Xie Mingchao had promised to have a dessert every week.

He is not in the position now, Shen Qing intends to wait for him to come back to thank him, and to open it first and eat.

When Xie Mingchao came in with a dessert bag and saw her eating heartily, his brows furrowed.

"Why didn't I see you when I was in line?"

"You didn't buy it?" Shen Qing glanced down at the half-eaten tiramisu, hesitated to chew it twice, "then why..."

"Do you dare to eat something of unknown origin?" Xie Mingchao immediately took the fork from her hand, packed it together with the unfinished dessert on the table and threw it into the bag, "Aren't you afraid that someone will put something in it?"

Shen Qing looked at the confiscated dessert with heartache, twisted her face a little aggrieved, "If I didn't think you brought it to me, I wouldn't take it apart and eat it."

He stopped when he was about to throw out the trash, and turned half of his body to look at her.

"If you feel unwell, I'll take you to the infirmary."

"No one should be so vicious..."

As soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, there was a throbbing pain in her abdomen, and she wrinkled her face in pain.

"Oops, I was really plotted against."

(End of this chapter)