She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 241 I'm Yours
"No, you wait first—" Liang Jidong said.

"...Huh?" Cheng Xu didn't really want to wait.

"This," Liang Jidong turned his head, pulled out the flower cake that was stuffed into Cheng Xu's arms just now, then threw it at Lin Qingyou, and said loudly, "Sister Qingyou, this is for you, we don't like sweets. "

"Brother Xing, we've passed." He said hello to Jing Xing again, and then walked towards the basketball court with the basketball and Cheng Xu in his arms.

Lin Qingyou weighed the bag of flower cakes. It was quite heavy. She looked down at the weight standard in the lower right corner of the bag - 2.5KG.

"..."

Five catties?
When will this be eaten?
Jing Xing lowered his eyes, opened a small bag and handed it to her, and asked, "Have a taste?"

Lin Qingyou was still holding the five-pound pancake in her arms, unable to take it for the time being, so she had to lower her head and take a bite in his posture.

Jing Xing: "How does it taste?"

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Miscalculation, there are actually roses in this flower cake.

She originally thought that there was no wife in the wife cake, so there would be no flowers in the flower cake.

Lin Qingyou is used to picky eaters, and there are very few things she likes to eat. Obviously, this flower cake does not belong to her favorite category. She chewed it and put it in her mouth, feeling that she really couldn't swallow it.

"Don't like to eat?" Jing Xing's ending sound raised slightly, and then he stretched out his hand in front of her, "Spit it out."

Lin Qingyou stared at the bony hand stretched out in front of her, and was slightly taken aback, then shook her head.

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, and simply pinched her face with the other hand, Lin Qingyou opened his pinched mouth, and spat out the flower cake.

"Spit it out if you don't like it, why force yourself, huh?"

He moved very naturally and took a tissue out of her pocket, wiped his hands, got up and took the flower cake from her arms.

"Let's go, go back to the classroom, it's time for class in a while."

Lin Qingyou tilted her head to look at him, her eyes flickered, she didn't say anything, and obediently followed him in the direction of the teaching building.

A few minutes before class started, the two of them went up to the fifth floor, just as they ran into Du Mingyu who was coming back from the supermarket, Jing Xing handed him the flower cake and turned into the water room on the east side.

Jing Xing walked inside and rolled up his sleeves.

At this point, there was no one in the water room. Lin Qingyou leaned against the edge of the sink to watch him wash his hands. When the last unrelated person hurried out, she looked around, then straightened up and spoke softly. Called him: "Jing Xing."

"Ok?"

Jing Xing wiped off the drops of water on his hands, casually threw the ball of paper into the trash can, and turned to look at her.

Lin Qingyou took two steps towards him and stood in front of him.

Jing Xing didn't know what she wanted to do, and he didn't have any intention to stop him, but waited patiently for her next words, but he didn't expect that Xiao Nuomi Duanzi suddenly reached out and hugged him silently.

Jing Xing was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head to look at her.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi is a thin-skinned person, and she usually avoids public places when she holds a small hand. Why did she go out of her way today and take the initiative to throw herself into her arms?
"Nutmi Tuan." After a pause of two seconds, Jing Xing raised his hand and rubbed her head, and his voice lightened, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyou's head was buried in his chest, and a muffled voice came out of his arms: "I want to stamp you too."

The unexpected answer surprised Jing Xing for a moment, then he laughed and replied, "Okay."

His eyes fell on the little glutinous rice dumpling in his arms, the dark eyes turned light slightly, and his voice softened, "Nuomi dumpling, do you know? After the seal is stamped, I will be yours. From now on It cannot be thrown away casually."

"Then you will always be mine?"

Hearing the words "I'm yours", Lin Qingyou suddenly popped her head out of his arms, raised her head slightly and asked him.

"Yes." Jing Xing nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi rarely asks such questions as "always" or "forever". She is a person who does not believe in eternity.

Compared with the lingering haze in the sky, she would prefer the fleeting shooting stars and fleeting fireworks.

She loves everything that can't be kept.

But what he wants to tell her is that anything in the world may not be able to stay, but he will not.

She had already kept him as long as she had shielded him behind her as a protector.

After leaving the water room, the two of them entered the classroom through the back door. Just as they sat down, the bell for the third class came slowly from the radio.

Teacher Fang corrected very quickly. In the spare time of a big class, even the grades were typed out.

Lin Qingyou flipped through the composition text on her desk, and as expected, she saw a capitalized word "excellent" in the upper right corner of the beginning.

Du Mingyu in the front seat scratched his head in doubt, looked behind him, and asked, "Sister Yuzu, have you sent out your composition?"

"Yes." Lin Qingyou raised the composition text in his hand to him.

Du Mingyu was even more puzzled: "Then why don't I?"

Xu Changhao flipped through his bookshelf and said, "I don't have either."

On the podium, Mrs. Fang stood up with some headaches, and slapped the thick stack of composition texts on the podium.

"Those who haven't sent the composition text should first reflect on themselves and think about what they wrote."

While talking, Mrs. Fang took out a copy from the stack of composition texts, rolled it into a hollow cylinder, and slapped the desk.

Du Mingyu's heart sank following her slapping the desk, and he swallowed involuntarily, feeling that he should be unlucky.

It turns out that his intuition was correct.

Sure enough, in the next second, Mrs. Fang lowered her head and glanced at the name written on the composition text in her hand, and began to call out: "Du Mingyu!"

Du Mingyu stood up reflexively: "Here!"

Mrs. Fang: "What's the matter with your composition? Didn't you write a good composition in the last monthly exam? Your composition level is not stable yet?"

Du Mingyu: "Ah... this and that, composition... uh."

The full score composition I memorized last time, isn't that level bad?

"Look at what kind of hot-eyed things you write. I think it's not easy for you to put together all kinds of meat and vegetables."

Mrs. Fang flipped through two pages with her hands, and found it difficult to read, and asked him again: "Tell me, did you drink too much when you wrote the composition?"

"..."

Du Mingyu shrank his head like a little quail, not daring to speak.

(End of this chapter)