In this way, in the second evening self-study class, Qin Ming was completely immersed in his selfless creation. If the history teacher were lucky enough to see Qin Ming's textbook, he would probably hit someone directly.
Mu Jinrui also began to study the great cause of paper cranes.
The first one: There is no way to start, just remove it directly from the middle, only hearing a stab, it becomes two halves.
When Qin Ming heard the sound, he turned his head and glanced, unexpectedly, turned his head and continued to create.
Mu Jinrui picked up the second one, more cautious this time, and finally seemed to touch the doorway in it and opened it a little bit.
After being completely disassembled, Mu Jinrui's clever brain crashed. Looking at the creases on the paper, what the hell is this!
Folded back according to the memory in her mind, but couldn't fold it back anyway. When it was opened again, there were many creases. It was obvious that another one was scrapped and discarded decisively.
Mu Jinrui picked up the third one and was more careful this time, carefully remembering the appearance of the paper crane in his mind every step of the disassembly. Do not dismantle until halfway down, put it aside.
Mu Jinrui picked up the fourth one: Continue to tear it apart to deepen his memory. This time I just dismantled it and put the paper aside. He picked up the exercise book beside him and began to tear the paper.
Um... The shape is wrong, change it.
The crease is wrong, change it.
Still wrong, change.
Soon several paper balls appeared next to him. Qin Ming looked at the persistent and serious tablemate, his mouth twitched, and he turned around to continue his creative career.
After unremitting efforts, a semi-finished product was finally stacked, and Mu Jinrui's eyes lit up and finally saw a glimmer of light.
When things are busy, the time for a class always feels passed quickly, and the bell rang again after class.
Qin Ming looked at the semi-finished product in Mu Jinrui's hand, and curled his lips with disgust: "Would you like to learn from a girl?"
Mu Jinrui: "Does it need to be based on my ingenuity?" Learn to stack paper cranes with girls? Thinking about that picture, Mu Jinrui felt very girlish.
Qin Ming looked at the pile of paper balls on the table and said again, "Are you sure you don't need it?"
Mu Jinrui took the paper ball away without changing his face: "I have a stomachache, I just dislike the paper being hard." After speaking, he took a pile of paper balls to the bathroom calmly.
Qin Ming: "..." You are strong! I was speechless.
Time continued, the class bell rang again, and Mu Jinrui returned to his seat and continued to struggle. Qin Ming ruined a history book, and finally stopped writing and watched Mu Jinrui toss.
Mu Jinrui's slender and white fingers flew up and down. After a short break, Mu Jinrui roughly sorted out the next steps, and soon a paper crane that was not too ugly appeared on the desk.
Qin Ming widened his eyes in surprise. Damn it! Did it suddenly hang up
Seeing Qin Ming's surprised expression, Mu Jinrui rewarded him with a small haughty look.
Qin Ming silently raised his big finger. Buddy, you bull, the little brother accepted this look.
Mu Jinrui carefully compared his own and others' paper cranes, and wanted to see what went wrong. This was not perfect.
Mu Jinrui took out a piece of paper again and folded it while observing it. After the finished product came out, Mu Jinrui was finally satisfied.
After searching their desks, I finally found a Qin Ming's exercise book, which should have been bought at home, not issued by the school.
Mu Jinrui whispered next to Qin Ming, "I want to revise your book."
Qin Ming looked suspicious: "?" What does the modification mean
Mu Jinrui continued to persuade him: "Do you think the title page of the book is useful?"
Qin Ming: "It's useless." Isn't there some information on the title page? What is the use of doing the questions by yourself? Generally, at most, write your own name.
Mu Jinrui grinned, "Can you lend it to me?"
Qin Ming: "Take it." I thought it was a big deal.
Mu Jinrui: "Thank you." As soon as the voice fell, there was a'stab', and the title page was like the book saybye-bye.
Qin Ming couldn't help yelling: "I fuck!" Did you mean that by borrowing
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