She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 560
Lin Qingyou stared at the medical tape on the back of her hand in a daze.

When was the last time you had a drip?

It seems to be the second year of junior high school. After being discharged from the hospital, whether it was a cold or a fever, she never went to the hospital.

Not to mention drips.

This time it was purely because her head was burning badly, and her reaction was a bit later than usual. Before she started to refuse, Jing Xing asked the nurse to give her an injection without saying a word.

Action that is called a neat.

There wasn't even time to say "no" to her.

All right, let's get the needles done, at least it's better than burning out the brain.

"By the way—" At this moment, the spirit relaxed, and Lin Qingyou suddenly remembered something serious.

Due to a cold, her throat was a little hoarse. She licked her lips, thinking about the task that Lao Xu had arranged: "The program."

Jing Xing sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her: "Huh?"

There will be a holiday tomorrow, and tonight there will be a New Year's Eve party organized by the school in the auditorium. All the students will gather in the auditorium to watch the program after finishing their exams and dinner.

Lin Qingyou thought of the New Year's Day party, and felt that her head started to hurt again after getting better: "Is there a New Year's Day party at seven o'clock?"

Jing Xing thought that she was worried about counting the number of people, and said, "I have already asked for leave with Lao Xu."

"It's not a question of whether to ask for leave." Lin Qingyou focused on the second half of the sentence, "I mean, our class's evening show."

The party program of class seven has not yet been finalized.

This time the schedule was too tight. A few days ago, because of the physical test, Lin Qingyou put the show back. As a result, the physical test stretched for three days, followed by the monthly exam.

Although the students in Class [-] can generally be evaluated as "not thinking about making progress", at any rate, everyone still remembers that they are students, and before each exam, they will feel nervous for a while.

In addition, Lin Qingyou had been in a low mood for the past two days because of a cold, and she really didn't think about the undecided program of the seventh class party.

After going back and forth like this, seeing that the New Year's Day party is about to start, she has lost the chain here.

"How did you get the show?" Lin Qingyou asked.

The night before yesterday, the department issued a notice, asking the monitors of each class to hurry up and submit the list of programs.

It is estimated that Jing Xing saw her listless, so he didn't ask her.

I don't know what program he is reporting on.

Recalling Jing Xing's extremely perfunctory blackboard newspaper that he would win the college entrance examination when the third year of high school started, Lin Qingyou's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

Facing her frightened eyes, Jing Xing replied calmly: "Du Mingyu reported the program to the department."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Du, Du Mingyu?

Lin Qingyou almost didn't come up in one breath.

What is Jing Xing thinking, Du Mingyu's cute little boy is even more unreliable, okay?

He is not as good as Jing Xing.

At least the methods that Jing Xing came up with are usually simple, direct, but effective, but Du Mingyu's method is simple, direct, but funny, and useless.

Lin Qingyou wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that this was not the point, so he swallowed back the original words and changed it into another sentence: "You are looking for him?"

"No." Jing Xing said, "He took the initiative to take it over."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Usually Du Mingyu took the initiative to take the past, but he didn't do much.

It's not that she looks down on him, it's that the past facts have proved that he is unreliable in big things and not smart in small things.

Lin Qingyou sighed, not knowing what to say: "Is that why you trust him?"

"It's not that I want to believe him, it's that there is no one in the class who can be used except him." Jing Xing said this speechless fact in a calm tone.

Lin Qingyou answered subconsciously: "How can there be no one who can be used? There are 48 students in the class, for example...uh, for example..."

She's stuck.

After talking about "for example" for a long time, I didn't name a reliable person.

In the end, she had no choice but to agree with his words, nodding: "Well, I think you're right."

Seeing that she was preoccupied, Jing Xing rubbed her head, and said lazily, "It's okay, Du Mingyu patted his chest and promised me that the task would be completed."

"..."

Lin Qingyou said in her heart that I was worried because he said he would definitely complete the task.

With Du Mingyu's cute little head, which can bring up the idea of ​​"holding a big white goose and reading "Ode to the Goose"", I don't know what kind of surprising tricks he will come up with this time.

"Then did he say what show he wants to perform?" Lin Qingyou was still not at ease.

It's not because I'm worried about Du Mingyu's strange brain circuits. No. [-] Middle School has always been open to all kinds of people, and is very tolerant of students' whims and ideas. As long as you don't frantically try to break the law, then you will be the most eye-catching celebrity on the stage.

She was worried that Lao Xu would not be able to bear the consequences of his students' strange brain circuits.

Jing Xing said, "Mime."

Lin Qingyou paused, as if she didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Jing Xing repeated again: "He said that he would lead the whole class to perform pantomime."

"..."

It is a "difficult" and "technical" program at first listen.

It's just that I don't know if Du Mingyu's cute little head without the slightest technical content can support such a difficult evening show.

Lin Qingyou hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Did he tell you the name of the pantomime he was going to perform?"

Jing Xing carefully recalled Du Mingyu's nonsense that lasted more than a thousand words, and then extracted the main point from it: "It seems to be called silent silence?"

Lin Qingyou: "...?"

This name sounds like it is quite tall.

At that time, the two of them still didn't know what kind of good deeds Du Mingyu, that cute little boy, had done in the auditorium.

After the hostess finished reading the title of the show, Class 10 began to move chairs onto the stage. After the students sat down in the middle of the stage, there was a silent silence that lasted for [-] minutes.

The teachers sitting on the judges' bench thought they were going to perform some sketch, sitcom or other program at first, but after waiting for a while, no one on the stage spoke for a long time.

I saw their eyes looking straight ahead, their faces solemn and calm, and their lips tightly closed.

It's not like attending a New Year's Eve party, but rather like attending some kind of mourning party in a funeral home.

The teachers of the judges were gradually infected by the heavy atmosphere, and their faces turned solemn. The atmosphere on the stage spread to the judges' seats, and then swept across the audience like a tornado.

There was deathly silence in the entire auditorium.

What a lively New Year's Eve party, abruptly turned into a memorial service for the dead.

(End of this chapter)