beauty winner

Before the car started, He Peiyuan pushed the tribute paper box to the side, a little disgusted: "Miscellaneous..." Still puzzled, she lifted the lid again to take a look, took out the Tiaotou cake box and poked forward: "You eat by yourself!"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "It's not enough for me to stuff my teeth, I just ate something sweet."

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes and exchanged for a box of chocolates: "This."

Yang Jingxing had already driven: "This is a tribute."

He Peiyuan continued to change, this, this, this, determined to almost turn over the contents of the box, but without sincerity, that is, to test the driver symbolically.

Yang Jingxing was amused: "I knew I would buy according to my own taste."

"Do you know what my taste is?" He Peiyuan made an inference: "Yes, our tastes are definitely not compatible, and we run in opposite directions!"

Yang Jingxing asked: "Does the tribute suit Yuanyuan's wishes?"

"No!" He Peiyuan was very resolute, and then pulled towards the lower layer of the box, humming hard, as if she had a problem with the two hidden bottles of fruit wine.

Yang Jingxing still cared: "What?"

He Peiyuan was annoyed: "Why buy wine?"

Yang Jingxing took it for granted: "Because Yuanyuan likes it."

He Peiyuan snorted again, and had already checked the results: "Most of them are from department stores."

That's right, Yang Jingxing didn't go to a few places, most of the tributes were obtained from the supermarket, and he made a round trip to Hongqiao and went to investigate the pastry shop on the way.

He Peiyuan finally saw the seriousness: "Whoever drives a new car, he ran a full lap in Central." The girl said while tidying up the tributes that had been messed up by her.

Yang Jingxing justified: "Because of you, otherwise I would go home directly. You think you really like cars, simple."

He Peiyuan exposed: "Why didn't you go? Why did you go when you had a car?"

Yang Jingxing was shocked: "...You mean, if I wanted to go, you would agree? Why didn't you say it earlier? How much time and opportunity have I missed? Otherwise, I might have caught up with you. It's never too late to make up for it. From today start……"

"It's a good idea, so I won't go." He Peiyuan denied herself, which might be a bit embarrassing, so she changed to a more impatient topic: "What are you going to eat!?" She took out the box and put it back, making it basically flat .

Yang Jingxing didn't have a plan yet, he was a bit embarrassed: "How about eating meat to fill my stomach..."

"Words count!" He Peiyuan was afraid that the scoundrel would go back on his word, and strictly demanded: "You can eat rice if you want, but only vegetarian dishes are allowed."

Yang Jingxing also felt self-conscious: "I'm not very hungry anymore, why don't you just wait for supper, lest you suspect that I've been sneaking around, and eat in front of you to show my innocence."

He Peiyuan quit: "Who will accompany you to supper? There is no time." She closed the tribute box with a little vent.

Yang Jingxing corrected: "I should be the one asking you, I need your advice to help me with something."

He Peiyuan was still loyal, and her attitude improved a lot: "What's the matter?"

Director Yang is terrible, there will be expert classrooms in the school, and there will be no need to take students to the piano room or occupy Li Yingzhen's [-] in the future.Director Yang's expert classroom, without his request, of course, the school allocated North Building No. [-] and had to redecorate it.

He Peiyuan didn't think it was a big deal, and she didn't want to be an adviser: "...it's too late, don't go."

Yang Jingxing is soft and hard, he doesn't have time tomorrow, let alone the day after tomorrow...

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when the car drove into the Puyin campus. He Peiyuan seemed to have no affection for her alma mater, with a reluctance on her face, and she even refused to get out of the car.

Yang Jingxing threatened: "Stop flirting with the director, there are surveillance."

He Peiyuan yelled at the director, but after getting out of the car, she still showed the temperament of a musician, and began to enter the role: "Then you are the biggest?"

It is indeed a problem. [-] is a large classroom, and like [-], it is used as an activity classroom. The small class classrooms of other experts, including Li Yingzhen's [-], are all small.Yang Jingxing was shameless, saying that he had a heavy burden, and that he was too small to perform well as a composer of folk music and piano.

He Peiyuan suggested not to make it too luxurious and exaggerated, but not to exceed the standard...

The two walked side by side on the campus at night, and after exiting the parking lot, turn right and you will find the widest section of road in the school, from which you can still see the gate.

The new building is brightly lit, the students are still struggling, there is no performance in the concert hall tonight, there are not many people on the road, and after walking a few steps, two juniors with guys on their backs come to meet them.Enthusiastic young people are loudly discussing their views on free tango, even though they themselves practice wind instruments.

The director and senior sister here raised their hands, and stopped talking about mundane matters such as decoration, and tacitly adopted a silent way that is better than sound, which is much more calm and calm than the blah blah blah blah blah blah.

The two wind musicians probably were influenced by the temperament of the senior musicians, so they didn't continue to make high-level remarks, but their pace was still fast.

Almost after passing by his junior brother, Yang Jingxing muttered in a low voice after walking a few steps: "I don't even say hello to the school leader when I see him, I have to report the problem to the Academic Affairs Office."

He Peiyuan could only sigh.

Afterwards, there were people to say hello. The younger brothers and younger sisters all called Senior Brother Yang and Director Yang, and some of them knew the senior sisters.The junior sister with the cello on her back almost ignored the director, and emphasized to He Peiyuan that she was from the folk music department, and she also benefited a lot from the two lectures given by [-] last time.

He Peiyuan kept smiling: "Of course I remember, thank you for coming."

The junior sister looked eager to help: "Senior sister, do you have anything to do?" I still saw Yang Jingxing.

"Something..." He Peiyuan nodded: "Did you come from the North Tower?"

The junior sister also wanted to accompany the world back to the north building to see if the administrator was there. Although He Peiyuan declined, she chatted with the junior sister without airs for a few more words before saying goodbye.

Director Yang also nodded to the students: "Goodbye."

He Peiyuan looked back again, and regretted in a low voice: "Actually, I don't have the impression, in case she was being polite and didn't come to cheer us..."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Did you dare to be so polite to famous seniors when you were a student?"

He Peiyuan even despised herself: "Shameless...running to the north building in the middle of the night, thank you for thinking it out!"

Yang Jingxing said, "Why are you guilty..."

The administrator sticks to his post, even welcomes Director Yang, and understands the situation very well: "I said that Director Yang has a relationship with [-], and it's strange that Director Yang has moved away for so long and no one said to use it. clean!"

"I will trouble you again in the future." Yang Jingxing was also polite: "Just give me the key, we will go up by ourselves."

"It's okay, I'll open it." The administrator seemed to be faking enthusiasm, and quickly regretted it: "That's fine, I'll give you the keys..." There was a bunch of keys, and they had to be removed.

He Peiyuan asked knowingly: "It seems that [-] was used by someone right after we left?"

"Hey, hey." The administrator nodded as he took the key: "There are seven or eight students...not [-], not necessarily once a week, not half as diligent as [-]. This key must be changed, the doors and windows are all To change."

Take the key and go upstairs. In fact, the current students are still very hardworking, but the conditions are a bit difficult, and the vocal and musical instruments are mixed in the corridor.He Peiyuan recalled that at the beginning, deliberately leading others out of tune or getting irritated and being influenced by others, felt that it was all the past of youth.

When I came to the third floor, I went over to take a look.[-]'s current signboard is far less temperamental than the "Boys Stop" that hung up for two years, although it is childish and ridiculous when I think about it now.

Yang Jingxing also had a good aftertaste: "This is the place where Yuanyuan and I met for the first time."

He Peiyuan glanced at Yang Jingxing, not paying much attention: "Really?"

Yang Jingxing corrected it: "It should be said that it is a place where we know each other... The first time we met was at the Mid-Autumn Festival student concert in [-], and it has been five years in a flash."

He Peiyuan sneered, "I didn't see you."

Yang Jingxing didn't mind: "Fortunately, the distance was far away at that time, and you were all wearing makeup, so I didn't see it clearly."

He Peiyuan didn't understand: "Fortunately, what is fortunate?"

Yang Jingxing said: "If you don't see it clearly, you don't know that there is a beautiful woman like Yuanyuan. It doesn't affect my hard work and study hard to get into Puyin."

He Peiyuan had an expression of no opinion and no concern.

Yang Jingxing said: "I didn't see it clearly but I was deeply impressed. The Sanxian girl is tall, with a good figure and long hair... So I met [-] later. You were not there the day before. I knew Sanxian must be absent the next day. The next day you Come, and I recognized you at a glance."

The lights in the corridor were not bright, so He Peiyuan looked at the rascal again: "Ghosts will believe you." She paced and turned her body in a slow and small way, as if keeping going upstairs or observing her surroundings.

Yang Jingxing continued to recall: "I was standing here at that time, you come out from inside, you come out first... Yuanyuan was so kind to me at that time."

He Peiyuan was wronged, and she was dumbfounded: "Who treats you well?"

Yang Jingxing was so nostalgic, almost tender and affectionate: "He was so warm to me, introduced himself proactively, smiled so brightly, and asked me to call... It is estimated that such a good thing will be rare in this life."

"Who!" He Peiyuan wanted to deny it, and seemed to remember something: "... who knows, if I knew you were that kind of person at that time! The ghost wants your phone number!" Her voice became higher.

Yang Jingxing stared at the girl: "We have known each other for four years, and Yuanyuan has changed a lot. At that time, you still wore that little jacket, so short, so small..."

He Peiyuan couldn't help feeling disgusted: "That's called a shawl."

Yang Jingxing also argued with the professional: "The shawl is a towel...it doesn't matter, anyway, I thought it was pretty and cute at the time, with a bun on the head, and the hairpin is also cute."

He Peiyuan looked at the rogue with gentle eyes: "...you are so perverted." Her tone was not bad.

Yang Jingxing understood what the girl meant: "The first impression was deep... But at the time, I didn't expect to be so disgusted by Yuanyuan one day. I remember saying that I was a handsome guy."

"I just despise you." He Peiyuan was almost angry: "Damn handsome guy...Wang Rui and the others are so arrogant, I really thought he was a handsome guy. Who knew that when I saw the real person, hey, I am so disappointed, so disappointed!" She said her chin Just tilted up.

Yang Jingxing was still smiling happily: "You can't hit me now, so I don't care." Then he took the girl's left hand.

He Peiyuan tried to swing her arms, but her voice was much lower: "Don't, Song...don't say it here."

These two people are really brave. They went up to the fourth floor hand in hand, but they didn't meet anyone.

Classroom [-] was indeed quite clean, but it was also empty, but there seemed to be a lot of things to watch. Two people stood at the podium and observed.After watching for a while, Yang Jingxing let go of the girl's hand to close the door, He Peiyuan frowned but said nothing.

Yang Jingxing didn't have any bad intentions: "Do you have any suggestions?"

He Peiyuan has no idea: "How do I know... I haven't been here a few times at all. If you ask Yu Xinting and Lao Qi, they have a lot of memories."

Yang Jingxing still smiled, and then hugged the girl: "I don't have much memory, so make up for it." He adjusted his hug even tighter.

It was the lamb waiting to be slaughtered again, and He Peiyuan panicked again: "No..."

Yang Jingxing moved his mouth together.

He Peiyuan struggled a little: "No...I haven't forgiven you...others saw it..." The voice was quite low even if people heard it.

Yang Jingxing paused: "Alright, for my mistake yesterday, I will punish myself by not kissing Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan didn't seem to be very satisfied with this level of self-punishment, she glanced around.

Yang Jingxing asked, "Are you sincere?"

He Peiyuan disdained: "The sincerity of the ghost."

"Insincere? Forget it." Yang Jingxing moved closer to the girl's mouth.

He Peiyuan was so wronged, there was even hatred in her eyes directed at the rascal, but there was still nothing she could do: "...Yes."

Yang Jingxing tilted his head, brushed past the girl's ear, and hugged her without permission.

He Peiyuan still avoided making big mistakes because of small things, and didn't resist the rogue's hug, but she didn't cooperate much, and didn't take the initiative to put her chin or head on the rogue's shoulders, just leaning slightly.

After hugging for a while, Yang Jingxing pushed forward: "Yuanyuan, let's make up."

Maybe because of some consideration, He Peiyuan said in a flat tone, "You are not someone like me..."

What Yang Jingxing meant was: "Let's make up and become good friends, shall we?"

A few seconds later, He Peiyuan nodded slightly, and the rogue could definitely feel it.

Yang Jingxing became a gentleman today, he let go of the hug, and turned into lightly holding his good friend's shoulder, watching and smiling.

After looking at each other for a while, He Peiyuan shook her shoulders: "I don't have such a good friend... Did you lie to me?"

Yang Jingxing immediately proved himself: "Good friend, help me refer to it, how can I fix it?"

The two really got into the drama, especially He Peiyuan, who talked about loyalty and began to brainstorm for her good friend's classroom plan. She felt that Yang Jingxing didn't need to make it as rich in culture as other professors. It was better to keep it simple and leave more space to come.

Yang Jingxing was also sensitive: "I know, I'm uneducated."

He Peiyuan comforted and explained: "It's not about culture, you have to have something different about you, and how it suits your temperament..."

Yang Jingxing held grudges: "My temperament has disappointed my good friend."

He Peiyuan even stomped her feet: "I don't want to hear that I'm leaving!"

Yang Jingxing hurriedly begged for mercy...

The two of them stayed upstairs for less than half an hour before going down to return the keys. When they got outside, He Peiyuan also began to show her memory: "Good friend, you said you are not going to work in the morning?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, my good friend."

He Peiyuan didn't even smile, she was very serious: "Then what are you going to do?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I planned to bring you here in the morning..."

He Peiyuan poked her finger: "I knew it, you planned it!"

Yang Jingxing sighed: "I have to pay attention to it. I can't do anything well without a plan."

He Peiyuan looked at her good friend seriously: "...What about noon?"

Yang Jingxing chuckled: "You care so much about your good friend?"

He Peiyuan stomped her feet, and suddenly quickened her pace, rushing forward with crackling steps, regardless of her status and temperament.

Director Yang quickly caught up and grabbed his good friend's arm: "Let's talk about the lunch thing tomorrow."

"Let go." He Peiyuan didn't seem to care about the noon thing: "Are you still eating? I'm going home."