She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 532 "Don't beat me up."

"Thank you, Sister Qingyou." Cheng Xu hugged the trash can with a face of relief, and seemed to be less depressed.

"..."

This matter is a bit ridiculous.

When did the trash can also have the function of comforting dogs?
Lin Qingyou stared at Cheng Xu quietly for a while with a mentally ill look, then turned her head to look at Jing Xing, and said in a low voice, "Well, can I ask a question."

Jing Xing: "Huh?"

Lin Qingyou pointed at Cheng Xu, puzzled: "Why doesn't he look so unhappy while holding the trash can?"

"Oh, Sister Qingyou, you said this, it's actually like this." Before Jing Xing could speak, Cheng Xu took the initiative to answer the question.

"Because when I was young, I asked my dad where I came from, and my dad told me that he picked me up in the trash can." Cheng Xu said.

Lin Qingyou was at a loss: "...Huh?"

So?

Lin Qingyou still didn't understand what his happiness had to do with the trash can.

Cheng Xu rubbed the trash can nostalgicly, and said with love in his eyes: "Since then, whenever I am unhappy or sad, I will sit on the ground with the trash can in my arms and think about life silently, because I It feels like home in the trash can."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Happiness is as simple as that sometimes.

There was also a tug-of-war competition on Sunday, and Jing Xing was unilaterally announced by Xu Changhao to sign up before he knew it.

Of course, it was also unilaterally announced the registration and his little deskmate.

"Isn't this a sports meeting, why is there still a tug-of-war competition?" Jing Xing cared more about the tug-of-war competition than being involved in it.

Shouldn't sports meetings be all about running, long jump, high jump and the like?
Xu Changhao said: "Because this is a fun sports meeting."

Jing Xing: "..."

Xu Changhao said again: "Squad leader, think about it, our school even has a wrestling event, so what's so strange about a tug-of-war?"

Jing Xing: "..."

Well, he can barely accept this reason.

Lin Qingyou, on the other hand, looked down at the number plate distributed to her - 2B, and fell into deep thought.

On the indissoluble bond with the 2B number plate.

It's been a year, and the fashion circle has gone through a cycle. How could she go round and round to her, and still be a 2B that can't be shaken off?
Sighing, Lin Qingyou closed the eye-catching number plate, and then asked gently: "Student Xu, can I not participate in this competition?"

"No, Sister Yuzu." Xu Changhao smiled and shook his finger at her, expressing that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

"I can participate in the wrestling competition in the spring sports meeting next year." Lin Qingyou continued to discuss in a gentle manner.

"That's not okay, this matter was decided by Lao Xu." Xu Changhao moved out their head teacher Lao Xu in time to save the scene, "Old Xu said, in order to show the good demeanor of our seventh class, all the classes in our class All committees will participate.”

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Forgive her, she has been in class seven for so long, and until now, she has not been able to see where the good demeanor of class seven is hidden.

There are not many classes who come to participate in the tug-of-war competition, most of them are in the third year of high school.

The ideas of these teachers are basically the same, and they all let the students in the class go with the intention of showing the class's demeanor.

In the afternoon, the participating classes will draw lots to play.

Xu Changhao, as the sports committee, went to the front referee to draw lots on behalf of class seven.

The opponent is the class next door, class six.

The teams on both sides are headed by the class committee, with the boys at the front and the girls at the back.

With a whistle in his mouth, the referee stood in the middle of the long rope and shouted: "Everyone, get ready—"

Jing Xing stood at the front of Class [-]'s team, bent down and picked up the long rope on the ground.

As soon as the referee whistled, the small red flag in his hand fell down: "Start!"

The long rope was instantly stretched into a straight line, and the red ribbon tied in the middle of the rope was frozen in the middle, shaking slightly from side to side.

I don't know what kind of material this rope is made of. After a long time of grasping, it will be a little rough.

Jing Xing's brows were slightly frowned, the ends of his long and narrow eyes were slightly retracted, he raised his long eyelashes, and casually glanced at the opposite side.

His eyes were indifferent, with a bit of indescribable laziness.

He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to see who the tug-of-war players in class six were.

But the squad leader opposite, who also came to lead the battle, seemed to have received some death notice suddenly, and he was so frightened that he began to tremble violently.

Jing Xing could clearly feel the rope he was holding in his hand was shaking constantly.

Shaking endlessly.

Jing Xing: "?"

He raised his eyes, and his slightly probing eyes fell on the face of the squad leader of the sixth class opposite.

After receiving the silent gaze from the school bully, the monitor of class six trembled even more.

At the end of the trembling, as if he didn't bring it up in one breath, he suddenly rolled his eyes trembling all over, then let go of his hand uncontrollably, and then collapsed on the ground.

It was like a domino effect. Once the class leader let go, the students behind him who were holding on to the long rope also quickly dropped the rope.

The monitor of the sixth class sat on the ground, looked up at Jing Xing tremblingly, and mumbled a word out of his mouth.

His voice was too low, Jing Xing couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

The monitor of class six swallowed hard, and squeezed out a few words like squeezing toothpaste from his lips: "No, don't beat me."

Jing Xing: "..."

What, he looks like a violent maniac?
There was no suspense in winning the tug-of-war competition. Xu Changhao jumped up from the rostrum holding the trophy, with an excited expression on his face: "Fuck! Squad leader, you are really awesome!"

"..." Jing Xing gave him a rather sad look.

"Come on, squad leader, take this." Xu Changhao stuffed the trophy into his hand and said contentedly, "You earned this trophy, so I should give it to you."

Xu Changhao originally wanted to pat Jing Xing on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement among his brothers, but then he thought about the squad leader of the sixth class he saw just now shaking like chaff, and he still regretted his life and gave the outstretched claws to him. I took it back and changed it to verbal encouragement.

Xu Changhao: "Let me just say, the squad leader is awesome, very awesome, extremely awesome."

He directly applied the slogan of class seven to Jing Xing.

"..." Jing Xing stuffed the trophy back into his arms very sadly, and said with disgust, "I don't want it, you can keep it for yourself."

He really wanted to say, it's none of my business at all, okay?
Obviously, he just glanced at the other side, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and somehow came back with another trophy.

(End of this chapter)