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Chapter 597 Jing Xing: "You can only be called Vulture."

As soon as Lin Qingyou adjusted her bow tie, she heard Jing Xing calling her through the door: "Youyou?"

"Huh?" She leaned over.

"This tie..."

"You don't know how to tie it?" Lin Qingyou leaned against the door, and was about to say "Come out, I'll tie it for you", when the door suddenly opened a small crack, and a hand stretched out from inside, pulling her away go in.

Then, a tie was stuffed into her palm.

"No, you are too tall." Lin Qingyou raised her hand, feeling that it was really strenuous to raise her arms so high, "Low your head, lower your head again." She directed.

Jing Xing bent down very cooperatively.

But after a while, Lin Qingyou put forward a new request: "Can you..."

"what?"

"Don't stare at me?"

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you allowed to look?"

"..."

It's okay to see, but can you not--

So blunt?

She lowered her head and could feel the gaze from above her head.

His eyes were burning, and he couldn't ignore it at all.

She was so disturbed by his gaze that she couldn't concentrate at all.

"What's the matter?" Jing Xing's voice contained a bit of teasing, he raised his hand to touch her ear, and asked slowly, "Youyou, why are your ears red?"

"..."

Lin Qingyou's palms tightened suddenly, and she grabbed his tie, pulling him to bend down: "Don't talk."

An angry tone.

By the way, how did you tie the tie?

Lin Qingyou tried it out, but somehow she felt that something was wrong, and seeing Jing Xing staring at her with a half-smile, she took a deep breath and looked away: "Also, close your eyes."

Jing Xing bent his eyes and looked at her for two seconds, then smiled suddenly, and then closed his eyes kindly.

It was not too late when we arrived at the assembly point, and it was just the fourth class's turn to take the graduation photo.

The class was full of people, and Xu Changhao was calling names to the whole team: "Tong Tong——"

"arrive."

"Han Xiaomeng—"

"arrive."

"Ding Yue—"

"..."

Xu Changhao waved the roll call table and continued to shout: "Ding Lele? Is Ding Lele here? Where is Ding Lele?"

Some students raised their hands and said, "Report to the sports committee, it seems that Le Yue is still in the auditorium."

Xu Changhao commanded in a hurry: "Hurry up, hurry up and call me over. Other students, check if there are still people around you, and call if you are missing!"

Compared to his students who were in a hurry, Old Xu Xianshi was very calm. He didn't feel the urgency of time at all. He tidied his sleeves in a leisurely manner and spoke in a leisurely manner: "Oh, classmate Xu Changhao, don't be impatient. Don't panic, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and you can't make a big business in a hurry."

"..."

In a daze, Lin Qingyou saw the leisurely posture of Lao Xu drinking tea and listening to music in the office when she just started school.

"Sister Yuzu, class monitor!" Du Mingyu squeezed out from the second row of the line with a SLR camera hanging around his neck, and waved at them, "Before it's our class's turn, shall I take a photo of you two? "

Jing Xing turned his head to look at the little glutinous rice dumpling, and raised his eyebrows slightly as a question.

Lin Qingyou nodded.

Du Mingyu held up the camera and stepped back a certain distance: "Oh, what are you two doing? This is a group photo, not a posthumous photo. Can you two get closer?"

Usually they are so close, why do they really want to take pictures now, but they have become more disciplined.

The whole seems to be a pure tablemate relationship.

"Did you hear that, little deskmate?" Jing Xing's enunciation accent fell on the three words of the little deskmate intentionally or unintentionally, "Come closer to me, when did we get so estranged?"

"..."

There was a whole team of students in the square, and there was old Xu looking at them cheerfully, Lin Qingyou didn't have the nerve to get too close to him.

It was Lao Xu who said, "Student Lin, move towards Jing Xing, there happens to be a clock tower behind you, otherwise the background photo won't look good."

"..."

What does a qualified head teacher look like?
It must be Lao Xu, with max assist power.

Du Mingyu: "I'm going to take a picture, don't blink—hey, monitor, can you just smile? Forget it, your face doesn't need to be blessed with a smile, three, two, one—"

With a click, the photo freezes time forever.

After taking a few more group photos with Old Xu, Du Mingyu stood back in the line and pointed at Jing Xing's SLR camera: "Squad leader, I'll print out this photo later, and when you and Sister Yuzu get married, you can use it at the wedding." Why."

Jing Xing: "...ah, okay."

Look ahead.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi also said that he is far-sighted, and the real long-sighted people are here.

Du Mingyu touched his chin: "Isn't there a saying on the Internet that is very good, accompanying you from school uniform to wedding dress, I think it sounds quite romantic."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows: "You're still following the trend of the times."

"Of course." Du Mingyu continued with a smile, "Squad leader, don't people like you who live in the 2G network age understand? My name is Sand Sculpture Netizen, and I surf 5G online at high speed."

"Sand Sculpture Netizen?" Jing Xing clicked his tongue, raised his hand and touched his head, and there was an inexplicable sense of affection in his tone of voice, "Obviously, only sand sculpture netizen with hair can be called Sand Sculpture Netizen, you This kind can only be called a vulture."

Du Mingyu: "..."

Hey, his poor hair that he sacrificed to study all night.

At seven o'clock, the graduation ceremony started on time.

In the auditorium, the students in the auditorium were rarely quiet, and the principal's sonorous voice spread through the microphone to every corner inside and outside the auditorium.

"Children travel thousands of miles and mother is worried. In the future, no matter where you go, your alma mater will always bless you with affectionate eyes. Children, go forward boldly. Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School will always be your alma mater and your home. Your teachers will always be your most solid backing."

On the huge electronic screen behind the principal, as if playing a movie, the campus fragments of No. [-] Middle School, teaching buildings, artificial lake, small square, library...

Scenes, frames, bits and pieces, gathered into the exclusive memories of every third middle school student.

Lin Qingyou looked down at the school uniform jacket in her arms, which was embroidered with silver thread, and the words "Xiangzhou No. [-] Middle School" were in a daze for a moment.

She really likes this school, and also likes the teachers and atmosphere of this school.

Different from the coldness of other schools, No. [-] Middle School will make people feel like home.

Following the principal's last sentence, "Finally, I wish the students excellent results in the college entrance examination, I wish you all the ideal sailing, ride the wind and waves, and forge ahead", the graduation ceremony officially came to an end.

(End of this chapter)