She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 13 The Eighth Carried Out
The class was very quiet, so the voice that came out of Jing Xing's mobile phone was extraordinarily clear.

"..."

Lin Qingyou resisted the urge to turn her head to see his expression.

Although gossip is good, life is more important. She suddenly had a strange intuition that maybe she turned her head away, and she became the eighth person in No. [-] Middle School to be carried out on a stretcher.

Coincidentally, Lao Xu went out to answer the phone just now. The girl on the stage was introducing herself. She just said that my name is Ji Anran. I can't go on.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Lao Xu finished answering the phone and walked in from outside the door. Seeing everyone on and off the stage looking at each other in silence, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Why don't you talk?
"No, it's nothing, teacher, I'm done." Ji Anran didn't dare to glance at the school bully's expression now, shook his head hastily, and ran down from the stage.

Old Xu didn't doubt that he was there, and he was still cheerful: "Okay, then the next one, continue-oh, you are all girls and boys, it is the time when you are young and energetic, you should be more enthusiastic, why are you so serious? "

The whole class remained dead silent: "..."

The self-introduction project, which had been like a year, was finally over. Lao Xu took a report signature form and passed it from the front row. Probably because there was something waiting for him in the department, he simply said a few words and left the class.

Lin Qingyou didn't think Jing Xing was scary, but she didn't know why the people around were so afraid of him, he only needed to stand there for a while, without even saying a word, and the surroundings would immediately quiet down.

The form was passed to the boy in front of Jing Xing, and he signed it. He really didn't dare to pass the form to the boss, so he handed it to Lin Qingyou tremblingly, with trembling lips, and said, "Lin, Lin Classmates, this, this is the signature form."

"Okay, thank you." Lin Qingyou stretched out her hand and took it.

She took out the pen from her schoolbag, lowered her head and wrote two strokes, only to find that there was no ink coming out of the pen refill.

In the morning, she picked up the pen randomly, and she didn't notice that the refill inside was used up, and everything was not going well, she sighed, and started to touch the second pen.

After staring at the second pen for a while, she sighed again, as if not only was everything not going well, but the year was also unlucky, and the second pen was also out of ink.

Lin Qingyou raised her head and looked ahead. The two boys at the front desk were lying on the table with their heads buried like ostriches, like a frightened little quail. "Please, please don't talk to me" was written all over their bodies. These big characters.

She could only turn her head to look at Jing Xing.

The school bully was still focused on the phone, wondering what the "prostitute" over there said again, his dark eyelashes were drooping, and his slender fingertips were slowly tapping the screen, as if he was replying to a message.

Lin Qingyou tapped his desktop lightly with her fingers, lowered her voice, and said, "Student Jing Xing?"

Jing Xing's movements paused slightly, he didn't look at her, he just stretched out his hand towards her, thinking she wanted to give an autograph form.

That hand was pretty, with well-defined joints, a cold and pale complexion, and the blue blood vessels on the wrist could be faintly seen.

"No, I haven't finished writing yet." Lin Qingyou tugged at the signature sheet, her voice lowered again, "Can you lend me your pen?"

As soon as these words came out, Jing Xing stopped tapping the screen completely. He put down his phone and turned his head.

Little Nuomi Tuanzi was holding an autograph form in his hand, and was staring at his... pen eagerly, with a longing look on his face.

(End of this chapter)