She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 236 Jing Xing's Dangerous Thoughts

Congratulations sighed, scratched his hair in distress, stuffed the phone into his pocket, then raised his chin towards the opposite side of the road, "Come on, sister, let's go first."

Lin Qingyou didn't know what he was going to do, so she obediently carried her schoolbag and followed him across the road.

Opposite the hotel is a milk tea shop. He Ci went in and bought a cup of milk tea and came out, stuffing it into her hand, "Come on, sister, take it."

The younger sister in the congratulatory speech was very easy to pronounce, as if she was his own sister who depended on each other for life, and it was completely incomprehensible that the two had just met today.

"Sister, have you heard a word? Have a cup of pearl milk tea, and the handsome guy will chase you tomorrow." He raised his eyebrows and smiled flamboyantly.

Lin Qingyou: "..."

What kind of nonsense is this?
It seems that not only the lady goddess is a hidden rapper, but so is her little cousin.

"Congratulations."

Lin Qingyou hadn't figured out how to answer the coquettish words of the congratulatory speech when she heard a slightly indifferent boy's voice behind her.

With a congratulatory speech, she turned around one step faster than her.

"Jiajia—"

The congratulatory speech was like a puppy whose black eyes suddenly lit up, and jumped down the steps in three steps at a time.

If he had a tail, it must be wagging at this moment.

Jiajia?

Lin Qingyou held the milk tea cup and recalled the name. When she was serving as a melon-eating crowd in the alley, she seemed to have heard the congratulatory message and called the dark and windy young man next to him.

Thinking of this, she looked in the direction of the congratulatory message, and sure enough, it was that beautiful and cold face that caught her eyes.

Facts once again prove that good-looking people will only be friends with good-looking people.

In the same way, the friends of Dashuaibi are also Dashuaibi.

Lin Qingyou felt this unwritten theorem in her heart, and her eyes began to move down unconsciously, and landed on the hole in the beautiful boy's knee.

Like the congratulatory message, this two-dimensional boy was not wearing long johns either.

Lin Qingyou was puzzled why she didn't wear long johns.

"Jiajia, you're here." He Ci ran over, flicking his invisible tail, and called his name happily.

Cheng Jia stood under the steps, looking up at him expressionlessly. His right hand was hanging by his side, and his left hand was casually inserted in the pocket of his denim jacket. He looked a little cold.

"What did I tell you just now?" Cheng Jia slapped his paw off angrily, his voice was deep and deep, obviously suppressing the fire, "Why are you fighting with them?"

Regardless of the congratulatory message, the opening is an apology: "I know I was wrong, don't be angry, I promise next time, I will pretend I didn't hear you."

Cheng Jia was a little unhappy, pursed her thin lips, and said, "How many times have you promised me? How long is the timeliness?"

"The second time." Congratulations stretched out his finger and made two gestures, affirming, "This is the second time."

Cheng Jia didn't speak, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

"I'm sorry Jiajia, this is the last time."

The congratulations circled from Cheng Jia's left to the right, and then from his right to the left, like a little puppy begging for food with its tail wagging, circling around him.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't ignore me, Jiajia..."

Lin Qingyou looked at the appearance of the congratulatory message, and suddenly thought of Qiyue, the big fat cat who was always running around Jing Xing's feet.

Every time Jing Xing ignored it, Qiyue would bend her waist and circle around his legs back and forth.

"Okay." Cheng Jia's face softened a little, he didn't seem to want to argue with him in front of outsiders, so he simply raised his chin behind him and changed the subject, "Who is this?"

Congratulations saw that he was no longer entangled in this topic, he was relieved, and introduced him happily: "This is my sister."

"Your sister?"

Cheng Jia looked at him with the eyes of a human trafficker, wondering if this silly-looking little girl was tricked by Congratulations with a cup of milk tea.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't trick you here." He was a little dissatisfied with the congratulatory message, and explained, "This is my little aunt's child, didn't I tell you before? My little aunt Married some time ago."

Saying that, Congratulations turned sideways and waved back, "Sister, come over to my side and let me introduce you. This is Cheng Jia. I'm at the same table. Just call me brother."

With Cheng Xu, a self-acquainted ashes-level expert, laying the groundwork in front, Lin Qingyou was already immune to the degree of familiarity with the congratulatory speech, and obediently called out to his brother following his words.

"..."

Cheng Jia opened his mouth, met the expectant eyes of the congratulatory message, and hummed awkwardly after all.

Inexplicably, there is an extra sister?
Lin Qingyou originally thought that she would go back to He's house with Lin Hongwei and the others in the afternoon, but with the congratulatory message, she slipped out of the banquet in a justifiable manner, so Lin Xueba, a contemporary student model who is dedicated to studying for the rise of China, carried a small schoolbag and groaned. He groaned and ran back to school.

Because the school has a composition competition next week, the three self-study classes this Saturday afternoon are all arranged for composition guidance.

Standing on the podium, Mrs. Fang waved her hand and gave the highest order, to write a short composition in the first two classes, and to give guidance and appreciation in the third class.

The theme of the composition is "The Glittering Me". I heard that this topic was inspired by the teacher who was in charge of painting the campus sculptures with gold powder.

Lin Qingyou stopped Jing Xing's dangerous idea of ​​writing Tathagata Buddha in time.

She suspected that if he wrote the protagonist, he would be kicked directly from the window on the fifth floor by the angry Mrs. Fang, and then fell headfirst into the flower pot downstairs.

When the time comes, she will not be able to pull him out even if she goes downstairs to pull him out.

"Okay, all the students below, be quiet and stop talking."

Mrs. Fang rolled the notification letter of the essay competition into a hollow cylinder, and tapped it on the blackboard twice.

"They all raised their heads and looked at the blackboard."

On the blackboard, there are six big square characters in italics—the shining me.

This line of writing is indeed shining, because the chalk used by Fang Shitai is golden.

It seems that in order to let every student in the school have a 360-degree all-round experience like a luxurious aristocrat with no dead ends, the No. [-] Middle School specially customized bright yellow private chalk mixed with gold powder, which was very generous to "seek stitches into every corner". The sentence "Show your own spirit soaring to the sky" has been thoroughly implemented.

When teachers use this kind of chalk to write on the blackboard, the friction surface of the pen tip will always be covered with golden scale powder.

Blown by the wind, scattered in the air.

It vividly shows what it means to smell money even in the air.

　There is a problem with the first two chapters and my outline setting. I have to change it tomorrow. I guess it should be done in the evening. Don’t forget to refresh it when you come back >_
　　
　
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