She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 45 This Little Chicken

Jing Xing knew that she was pretty, and she was quite eye-catching in the crowd, but there were many girls who were prettier than her among the girls chasing him, so why did she have some patience with this glutinous rice dumpling?

Jing Xing thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion - it was probably because her slouching posture that day was too rough, which formed a very visual contrast with her soft and cute baby face. .

The second and third grades of the No. [-] Middle School implement a single and biweekly rotation system. Students study in the classroom on Saturdays and Sundays of a single week in each semester, and have a holiday on Saturdays and Sundays of two weeks.

Jing Xing didn't come all day on Saturday. Lin Qingyou originally thought that he wasn't going to come this week, but she didn't expect Jing Xing to appear next to her table after the first morning self-study on Sunday.

Lin Qingyou was reading a novel, and when she saw the hand that suddenly appeared in her field of vision, she froze for a moment before slowly raising her head: "At the same table? You're here."

Jing Xing bit a lollipop and hummed.

She stood up to make way for him, and her eyes fell back to the novel.

Because of the selection of the class style tonight, the sanitation in the class is very clean, the windows on both sides and the tiles on the floor are almost reflective, but the blackboard behind...

Jing Xing: "...?"

His gaze paused for a moment, he had noticed this from the moment he entered the door, but he didn't pay attention to it when he glanced at it from the corner of his eye. Now that he sat down, he finally had the opportunity to observe this master who didn't know which master it was. A masterpiece of hands.

There was a little native chicken with strange bones on it. Its wings were huge and its tail was upturned. The concave shape had a rustic and wild atmosphere at the end of the last century.

Because of a layer of golden scale powder stuck to the blackboard, the whole chicken looks like an upstart who has been enlightened, with golden light all over its body, and even a line of bold chalk letters with the same golden light on its head—— I love to study, study makes me happy.

Jing Xing stared at the chicken for a while, and came to a conclusion - it seems that the artist who wrote this work should be from the school of consciousness.

Probably the artist wanted to express the meaning of the roc flying with the same wind in one day and soaring up to [-] miles by spreading its wings. It's a pity that her painting skills are not in place. Although the wings are stretched, the essence of the roc has not been imitated.

Jing Xing stared at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but uttered: "This chicken..."

Hearing Jing Xing's doubtful voice, Lin Qingyou lifted her head out of the novel: "Huh?"

Jing Xing pointed to the blackboard newspaper at the back, very puzzled: "Why is there such a big chicken on this blackboard newspaper?"

Didn't come yesterday, did he miss something?
"..." Lin Qingyou closed the novel slowly, and looked at him with black and white eyes without blinking.

Jing Xing: "?"

Why did it feel like the aura of his little deskmate turned cold all of a sudden, Jing Xing carefully recalled what he said just now, and there was nothing wrong with what he said?
Lin Qingyou simply turned her body in his direction, and asked softly, "Did you just talk about native chicken?"

"Ah," Jing Xing noticed that she seemed to care about this chicken, so he thought about it and changed the word, "I said it was this chick."

It's not chicken, it's tide.

Lin Qingyou corrected him expressionlessly: "Phoenix."

Jing Xing was even more puzzled: "Huh?"

what phoenix?
Lin Qingyou pointed to the blackboard at the back, and continued to declare expressionlessly: "This is a phoenix, a phoenix reborn from nirvana."

Jing Xing: "..."

Phoenix, Phoenix?
(End of this chapter)