Zhong Chen hung up Jiang Bai's phone, opened a sideshow video of "Tangyue Fengyun" on Weibo, and quickly closed it after watching it.
Those random CP comments below are simply eye-catching.
The middle school students were also shocked when they saw the tidbits.
Qi Linqing's costume looks so good? !
They were used to seeing each other with blond hair in school before, but it was the first time they saw each other's shoulder-length black hair in a TV drama, and they felt very fresh.
There was even a heated discussion on the campus wall about it.
[It's amazing! ! I beg Qi Linqing to stop wearing school uniforms and get semi-permanent tattoos of ancient costumes on her body.]
[Laughing to death hahahaha]
[+111111]
[There are a lot fewer people hacking him online now]
[That's right, he didn't do anything harmful]
[[Forward] I just saw a comment, some netizens didn't believe that Qi Linqing could draw, and even accused him of pulling the hips for this show]
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[Pull the person over and let him see with his own eyes the certificate of honor that Qi Linqing hangs in our school's newsletter for Chinese painting and calligraphy.]
The countryside of z province.
This is the filming location of the last issue of "Metamorphosis".
Traveling along the mountainside by the stream, the river dries up as you go upstream. Surrounded by several connected green fields, the outlines of the distant mountains faded into darkness.
A few teenagers were pushing bicycles, laughing, shoving and cursing as they walked.
When he got to the village, Zhang San saw Lou Wenyao coming out from the door of Mrs. Cai's house again, and couldn't help muttering:
"Cai...Qi Linqing is gone, and he is still here to put on a show, and I don't know who to show it to."
The companions next to him nodded in agreement.
Lou Wenyao and Qi Linqing grew up together in the next village.
However, the relationship between the two is somewhat delicate.
"Hello!" Zhang San stopped the other party and said, "Have you read Weibo? Qi Linqing has started to act in a TV series."
Lou Wenyao was stunned for a while, and said: "...not yet."
He has just been helping Cai's old lady threshing wheat in the yard.
Zhang San took out his mobile phone from his pocket, handed it to him and said:
"Look, the melon rind looks good now."
Lou Wenyao hesitated for a moment, then took it.
A behind-the-scenes video of a costume drama is playing on the screen.
Looking at the white-clothed boy in the picture, his heart felt as if he had been lightly pricked by a needle. It couldn't be said to hurt, but it was very uncomfortable.
In the past, Qi Linqing was recognized as the prettiest boy in their village.
But at that time, he thought that if he studied hard, he could be admitted to university and walk out of this mountain, and he might only be a few steps away from the other party.
But now, the distance of these few steps has become an insurmountable moat.
Zhang San's voice came vaguely from next to his ears: "Didn't you have a good relationship before? Why have I never seen you two contact each other..."
Lou Wenyao said coldly, "None of your business."
He turned and left.
at the same time.
Qi family.
When Qi Hui learned that his second son had also gone to the entertainment industry, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Qi Linqing really wouldn't let herself worry.
He, how dare he!
Qi Hui is an old-fashioned person and never supports his children to enter the entertainment industry.
Now he agrees with Qi Lele to enter the circle because the other party is not his own.
In contrast, Yan Qiongfang was quite happy.
She thinks that the child's going to be a star is to give her face.
"Isn't it a good thing for a child to be famous?" She said with a smile, "Now there are fewer people scolding him online."
There is an entertainment subsidiary under the Qi Group.
As the chairman, Qi Hui certainly knows how chaotic this industry is.
Qi Hui's black face: "Lele, I can rest assured, but Linqing, it's not like you don't know how easily that kid is influenced by the environment."
What group.p, sucking.d, if you get infected with one point, your life will be ruined.
Yan Qiongfang didn't take it seriously, "Lele has been in the industry for so many years and nothing happened."
The veins on Qi Hui's forehead twitched, and he couldn't help but increase the volume:
"That's not because our family is behind him to protect him!"
Yan Qiongfang: "Since you can protect Lele, why can't you protect Linqing? Don't tell me you're biased! You're really speechless, old man, stop talking to me."
Qi Hui stopped talking.
Who would have thought that Chairman Qi, who is in charge of the market, is afraid of his wife
And Yan Qiongfang heard that Qi Linqing was going to enter the entertainment industry, so she called the little sister immediately.
"Hey, Mrs. Yan, congratulations first."
"Happy again - a son in the entertainment industry."
"Aside from other things, your family's appearance is really high. If the boss is not busy with the company, he will definitely be able to go to filming another day-and become famous."
"Bring Linqing out to us some other day?"
"Okay, okay, next time I play mahjong - I will take him with me." Listening to the little sister's flattery, Yan Qiongfang smiled from ear to ear.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Qiongfang hurried upstairs to find Qi Linqing.
She knocked lightly on the door.
A moment later, the door opened.
The boy was wearing black cotton pajamas, buttoned up to the top - one.
On the feet - double gray striped cotton mop.
Although the other party seemed to have just woken up, his expression was still cold: "What's the matter?"
Yan Qiongfang took his hand and said excitedly:
"Son, hurry up! Pack it up, Mom will take you to the mall to buy clothes now!"
In Yan Qiongfang's view, it doesn't matter if her son's acting skills are bad or not. The important thing is that he must be on the cutting edge of fashion trends in terms of appearance and not embarrass the Qi family.
This is how she treats Qi Lele.
Qi Linqing: "?"
…
Two hours later, the Taiyin Commercial District in City B.
At that time, Qi Linqing didn't know that the entire shopping mall was owned by the Qi Group.
He was arranged to sit in an ins-style high-end barber shop, ready to dye linen brown and black.
Because Yan Qiongfang said: "Son, your blond hair is too unconventional, and you will be called dirty in the future."
And after seeing Qi Linqing's ancient costume in the tidbits, Yan Qiongfang also discovered that her son is obviously more suitable for dark black hair.
Qi Linqing looked a little dazed, "Can it be dyed? The barber I asked before said that my hair is too poor to be dyed."
Before Yan Qiongfang could speak, the barber wearing a V-neck silk T-shirt interrupted:
"Oh, handsome boy, it's because the barber shop you asked about is not skilled enough! Just a treatment."
Qi Linqing was silent.
He thought of the barber shop he had randomly found on the street before, and the customers around him were all old men in their seventies and eighties.
Cheap is very cheap.
I guess... the technology is not very good.
After dyeing his hair, the barber praised him vigorously: "You are the most suitable customer for black hair I have ever seen!!"
Even Yan Qiongfang was stunned - stunned.
Qi Linqing came to their house for the first time, with thick bangs covering his forehead and half of his eyebrows, and later dyed his hair blond.
She felt nothing then.
But the other party dyed black again and changed into a trendy hairstyle, Yan Qiongfang discovered how much he looked like her husband and eldest son.
The straight nose and big eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold.
In contrast, Qi Lele really doesn't have much in common with their family.
Yan Qiongfang sighed lightly.
In fact, she had discovered this point a long time ago, but she had been deceiving herself and dared not admit it.
After all, of the two sons, she has the deepest affection for Qi Lele.
Then Yan Qiongfang took him to go shopping again, and bought a lot of bags—a lot of clothes.
Qi Linqing was frightened when he saw it, and he deeply understood the horror of a woman's desire to shop.
Until Yan Qiongfang swiped her card again without hesitation to buy a six-figure jacket.
Qi Linqing finally couldn't bear to ask:
"Are these all bought for me?"
"Of course." Yan Qiongfang patted his head and laughed.
Qi Linqing's expression was a little lost, and he secretly clicked his tongue.
With so much money, how many paintings does he have to paint? It takes years of monkeys and horses and months to earn it...
Poverty made him really want to tell Yan Qiongfang that it was a waste to buy so many clothes for me, so it is better to discount them directly.
Yan Qiongfang seemed to see what he was thinking, and said slowly: "Your father is thinking about your future, so he is very strict with you in terms of money. You are not allowed to return these clothes or sell them. I will send them to you." The maid checks your wardrobe regularly."
Qi Linqing: "Okay."
He thought of the job advertisement he saw in the newspaper yesterday, and wondered why he might as well go to work another day to make money.
In fact, he only needs two clothes. You can wear it for a lifetime.
But if Yan Qiongfang knew his true thoughts, she would probably turn pale with shock.
These purchased clothes will be delivered to the door by the staff of the mall later.
Yan Qiongfang took Qi Linqing to eat a hot pot, and then went back home.
On the way, she told Qi Linqing: "After you enter the entertainment circle, you must pay attention to dressing. It is the most basic thing to not repeat the same outfit every day. If the paparazzi catches you, there is no need to say that our Qi family is poor."
"If you don't know how to dress, ask Lele and let him teach you."
Qi Linqing frowned after hearing this, and asked strangely, "Why do I want to enter the entertainment industry?"
Yan Qiongfang was also surprised that he would ask such a question.
It was an obvious fact that this kid wanted to enter the entertainment industry.
"Don't you want to go in?"
Qi Linqing said with a headache: "No, I don't want to."
How to explain that he went to film that TV series just to make money.
Yan Qiongfang: "???"
Qi Yingjun knew about Qi Linqing's participation in the filming of "Tang Yue Fengyun" for a long time, and he was not too surprised after seeing the hot search.
Now he is constantly thinking about the painting he saw in Qi Lele's room, feeling like he has a lump in his heart.
It just so happened that Qi Yingjun attended a business banquet that night, and happened to have the opportunity to talk to a certain big collector of antiques.
Fu Hexuan, the richest man on Hong Kong Island, prefers ancient calligraphy and painting, and is well-known in the circle for his style of spending a lot of money.
When Qi Yingjun heard someone's introduction, he tentatively handed out his business card.
Fu Hexuan took it and put it aside casually, nodded slightly and said, "I know you."
Qi Yingjun was overjoyed, and was about to speak.
But Fu Hexuan turned his head and started talking in Cantonese with another chairman of an industrial group.
Qi Yingjun touched a soft nail, touched his nose, and looked a little embarrassed.
But he also knew that he was not qualified. With Fu Hexuan's status, maybe the presence of parents will get a little favor.
Qi Yingjun walked around the banquet, and finally found another lover of antiques, Mr. Ma, and asked him about the origin of the painting in the photo.
When Ma Lao just saw the photo, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously exclaimed:
"Could this be the complete authentic work of the long-lost "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape"???"
Qi Yingjun was at a loss, and hurriedly asked: "What is the real work?"
"No, no." Ma Lao shook his head again and denied: "This painting is too new, and there are obvious liquid stains on it, it should be an imitation."
At this time, other people with similar interests present gathered around to join in the fun when they heard what Ma Lao said.
"Old Ma, if you have good things, you should share them together."
"This is the name of St. Fu Yi, come out, and I won't be sleepy."
"Look, it's the photo given by this little friend." Ma Lao pointed to Qi Yingjun.
Someone asked: "Isn't the real piece of "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" in the Palace Museum?"
Mr. Ma: "Yes, but if you look carefully, this painting has completed the rest of the picture of the mountains and rivers, and the details are quite realistic."
A few people—look, it really is.
Even Fu Hexuan was attracted by the noise, came over to look at the photo, and immediately asked Qi Yingjun with great interest:
"So which master continued the painting?"
Qi Yingjun remained silent.
Ma Lao and the others thought he was trying to trick him, and urged him one after another.
However, Qi Yingjun was so embarrassed that he picked out the third room with his toes, feeling like he was shooting himself in the foot with a stone.
He really doesn't know!
Otherwise, how could he miss this opportunity to develop a relationship with Fu Hexuan.
When everyone saw him - they didn't say anything, they felt disappointed and scattered in all directions.
Looking at Fu Hexuan's leaving back, Ma Lao said meaningfully: "Qi Xiaoyou, you don't have to hide it, it's boring."
Qi Yingjun: "..."
Qi Yingjun—When I got home from get off work, I couldn't help but ask Qi Lele what happened to that painting.
Qi Lele panicked, and immediately forced herself to calm down.
His acting skills are good, and it is easy to squeeze out a few tears, and the red eyes are just a breeze.
"Brother, are you even starting to look through my things now?"—with this tone of seven-point despair and three-point hoarse sadness.
It's like a king fried.
Qi Yingjun was most afraid of Qi Lele crying since he was a child, so he hurried to coax him: "No, no, I just saw it by accident last time when I helped you get the necklace..."
Qi Lele sobbed twice, and then began to think.
He knew that Qi Yingjun was definitely not a fool to be able to sit on the position of Qi's president at such a young age.
at this point.
Even if the other party is fooled now, I am afraid that there will be cracks in their brotherhood in the future.
Qi Lele hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth:
"Brother, I took it back from Qi Linqing's study."
He was sure that Qi Yingjun would definitely stand by his side.
Qi Yingjun's pupils trembled: "So, so this painting is really the one that Qi Linqing lost?"
Qi Lele: "Yes."
This time it was Qi Yingjun's turn to be in disbelief.
He just asked Ma Lao and others, and they, including Fu Hexuan, were very interested in this painting.
Especially the phrase "Master".
How could he believe that the master Fu Hexuan was talking about was his younger brother whom he didn't like? !
Qi Lele bit her lower lip, and said: "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't know what was going on at the time, and I accidentally poured coffee on the painting... I was afraid that brother Linqing would be angry, so I took the painting away when I was fascinated. gone."
"Is this really his painting?" Qi Yingjun repeatedly confirmed.
Qi Lele: "It should be... I saw paint brushes and the like next to the painting. And didn't he say that he painted it himself?"
Qi Yingjun's brain suddenly became like a paste, completely messed up.
No, impossible!
He thought to himself, maybe Qi Linqing got it from somewhere else.
Thinking of this, Qi Yingjun immediately calmed down.
He whispered: "You shouldn't have taken it at that time, you should have said it directly."
Qi Lele said shyly, "I know..."
"But since it's already like this." Qi Yingjun said hesitantly: "Why don't you tell him—after all, you didn't mean it."
Qi Lele's tone was faint: "Brother, do you think he will believe that I didn't do it on purpose?"
Qi Yingjun - startled, thinking about it carefully.
With that guy's personality, he would probably distort the facts in front of his parents and blame Lele later.
And regardless of whether this painting was painted by Qi Linqing, it must have considerable artistic value.
What should I do if the other party blackmails me
"Then don't talk about it." Qi Yingjun said: "I'll find a way to see if I can find the author of this painting and ask him to draw another one to compensate Qi Linqing."
Qi Lele was stunned, "Brother, you mean it wasn't painted by Qi Linqing?"
"Nonsense." Qi Yingjun glanced at him, "Can you believe that his drawing skills are so good?"
Qi Lele remembered seeing the other party's painting style in the crew at that time, and fell silent.
He really believes...
But he wouldn't be so stupid as to tell Qi Yingjun.
"Brother, shall we go out for dinner this weekend?" Qi Lele suddenly asked.
Qi Yingjun: "What? With whom?"
Qi Lele smiled, "It's just us. Thinking about it, it seems like we haven't gone out to play together for a long time."
Qi Yingjun subconsciously wanted to say yes.
Ever since Qi Lele entered the entertainment industry, their normal contact has indeed decreased.
The person Qi Lele kept talking about turned out to be her fiancé, Fu Hanri.
If he had learned that he invited him on a date before, Qi Yingjun thought he would be very happy.
But now, Qi Yingjun somehow didn't feel that way.
"I've been a little busy recently, and I need to ask you about painting... how about next time?" He tried his best to be tactful.
Qi Lele: "Okay, then next time, make an appointment."
"Um."
Qi Yingjun walked downstairs with the help of the spiral staircase.
After a while, he sighed, thinking what was going on.
He hated Qi Linqing very much at first, but now - he feels guilty when he thinks about him.
Qi Yingjun thought for a moment, then turned and went to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk.
Aunt Wang has already left work. It was the first time for him to use the microwave by himself.
As a result, three glasses were fried.
Qi Yingjun: "..."
But with his perseverance, the fourth cup finally succeeded.
He put the milk and biscuits on the plate, carried them upstairs and knocked on Qi Linqing's door.
"What's the matter?" Qi Linqing poked her head out expressionlessly.
"Uh." Qi Yingjun handed the wooden tray forward and said, "I prepared a supper for you."
Qi Linqing said in an affirmative tone, "You shouldn't have poisoned it, would you?"
Qi Yingjun: "No!!"
"Sorry, I don't eat supper."
With a bang, Qi Linqing closed the door.
Touched—Qi Yingjun, who was standing outside the door with a gray nose: "..."
He went back to the bedroom, thinking that he couldn't argue with a child, so he simply ate the biscuits and milk on the plate.
Then Qi Yingjun called the secretary:
"Check it out for me, I'll email you the author of that painting."
the next day.
Ji Youguang hummed a ditty, and walked into the office with two bags of puffs with a smile on his face.
Seeing this, Yi Chaoming and others jokingly said:
"Hey, what good happened to Mr. Ji today?"
Ji Youguang raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and made a fool of himself first.
He stopped the students who came to deliver their homework, handed out the puffs and said, "Excuse me, please help deliver them to Qi Linqing's desk in class 18."
Ji Youguang gave the students two bags of puffs.
Student—Looking at the logo on the bag, exclaimed: "Mr. Ji, this dessert shop has been waiting in line for a long time!"
Ji Youguang: "The other bag is for you."
student:"!!!"
"Thank you Teacher Ji!!"
After the students left, Ji Youguang said slowly: "Last weekend, Qi Linqing called me and said that he would sign up for the Mobei City competition."
Yi Chaoming and the others were stunned.
And such a good thing
"Tang Gula has also signed up this time. If anyone of them can win the prize this time, your special teacher selection will be stable." The female teacher couldn't help but said.
Yi Chaoming: "I heard that Tang Gula's father is still a judge. If they both win prizes..."
The picture is so beautiful that I can't even imagine it.
Ji Youguang grinned, "If that's the case, I'll treat you to dinner! A big meal!!"
Female teacher: "It's not that I'm making sarcastic remarks, I just feel a little overwhelmed. There are too many students in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in City B. Even a child with a family background like Tang Gula didn't even get a third prize last year."
"Oh, yes."
Ji Youguang's teeth are still a little sore when he thinks about it.
Those students from the art high school in city B are too good.
"But—" he changed the subject and said, "I believe in Qi Linqing."
After all, looking at the whole country, it is estimated that there is no second person who knows the lost painting skills.
The back row of the classroom is next to the window, and there is a cool breeze.
The white gauze curtain swaying in the wind reflected two gray shadows.
The one who was lying on his stomach could only see a few dull hairs on the top of his head, and the other - a well-defined profile.
A few murmurs were faintly heard around, mixed with the sound of taking pictures.
"Qi Linqing is so handsome after dyeing her black hair, fuck me!"
"If he really wants to enter the entertainment circle, I declare that I will be his fan from today..."
Soon to be an early read. Zhong Chen stretched and sat up.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bag of puffs on the table at the same table, faintly smelled the fragrance wafting from the air, and moved his nose.
"Do you want to eat?"
—handed the puff paper bag to him with one hand.
"I want... no, I don't want to. I don't want to!" Zhong Chen sat upright.
"But I don't like sweets." The deskmate seemed troubled, and murmured, "Then I can just throw it away...or I'll ask someone else."
Zhong Chen immediately turned his head and said, "Since you don't want to eat, I can help you solve it."
"That would be great." Qi Linqing gave him the puffs.
Zhong Chen—bited it down, and didn't even realize that his mouth was covered with cream.
His cheeks were full, and he said vaguely: "I... I don't really want to eat, I'm just worried about wasting it."
The corners of Qi Linqing's mouth twitched, but he quickly pressed it down.
"I know."
Zhong Chen: "It's good that you know."
After all, if the former owner's younger brothers knew that his elder brother was crazy about pink and sweets behind his back, how would he behave in the future?
After the morning reading, the first section is chemistry class.
Both Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen tacitly took out other books from their bags to read.
However, Qi Linqing had "Tong Lu Lun Hua" in his hand, and Zhong Chen's book in his chemistry textbook was "Wen Xin Diao Long".
Qi Linqing pointed to the title page of the book, a little surprised: "Do you like reading this?"
Zhong Chen lied without blinking: "Yes, I have a cousin from the liberal arts school who taught me, and I learned the origin from my family."
"So that's how it is." Qi Linqing was stunned, and hurriedly lied to himself: "Me too, there used to be an old man in my village who taught me how to draw."
Zhong Chen nodded, "I heard it a little."
In this class, the two unexpectedly had a lively discussion because of the ancient books.
Qi Linqing found that although Zhong Chen was young, he had a deep understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics, and his education level was quite high, which was seriously inconsistent with the image of a rough-looking big brother.
And Zhong Chen also discovered that this deskmate was not only proficient in calligraphy and painting, but also had a good command of all kinds of ancient scriptures.
They had never met such peers before.
Zhong Chen was quite pleasantly surprised, - changed his previous impression, and began to feel a little sympathetic towards Qi Linqing.
—From ancient times to modern times, Zhong Chen is actually quite lonely.
Although he keeps up with the times and keeps up with the speed of surfing the Internet, it doesn't mean he likes those messy things (such as Jinjiang, Ba Zong Literature).
What he really loves is traditional Chinese culture!
Zhong Chen thought excitedly.
And around, Luo Xing, who noticed that the two of them were sexing all the time, asked Jiang Bai: "Do you feel that something is wrong?"
Jiang Bai scratched his nails and said casually: "Where?"
Luo Xing: "Just Brother Zhong and Qi Linqing! They chatted so happily."
Jiang Bai: "At the same table, chatting is normal."
Luo Xing: "But if it were you, would you dare to talk to Brother Zhong so unscrupulously?"
Jiang Bai: "I dare not, but have you forgotten that Qi Linqing has a crush on our brother Zhong? He must be taking our brother Zhong."
Luo Xing thought it made sense, but still felt something was wrong.
It is known that Brother Zhong no longer likes Qi Lele.
"You said... would Brother Zhong fall in love with Qi Linqing too?" He whispered in Jiang Bai's ear.
Jiang Bai—Listen, you know that this brother must have been brainwashed by the head-knocking cp party who is on the hot search for "hero saves the beauty".
Jiang Bai: "Don't worry, it's impossible."
Luo Xing: "How to say?"
Jiang Baishen said mysteriously: "The latest first-hand news, the person Zhong Ge liked has passed away."
Luo Xing: "...?"
In the Chinese class, the teacher distributed papers and announced that there was a composition test.
Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen both wrote their own familiar styles.
After this period of adaptation, they are already proficient in using modern signature pens and simplified Chinese characters.
The composition is corrected in class.
The teacher was revising, and suddenly his expression became distorted.
Why are there two essays in classical Chinese
What's more, with the level of a postgraduate graduate from the Chinese Department of a prestigious university, she can't understand it.
She turned the paper over and looked at the names: Qi Linqing, Zhong Chen.
Good guy. Two grades count down.
The teacher was sure that they had copied it from somewhere, and his face was a little ugly.
These two students have extraordinary family backgrounds, she dare not say so, she can only express yin and yang in a meaningful way:
"Some students, write as long as you write, don't clean up these crooked methods of plagiarism. This will be replaced by the college entrance examination, and you will all get zero points!"
Students in the audience: "???"
Luo Xing and Jiang Bai whispered:
"No, no, she found out that the composition was plagiarized?"
"This stinky woman has really sharp eyes."
The students she was alluding to, Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen, didn't realize it.
The teacher took a look at them and thought that they are indeed the students of class 18. They have thick skins.
She took photos of these two essays and sent them to the language group, thinking that today I will take care of your messy atmosphere!
There are ten Chinese teachers in the second year of high school, and I don't believe that no one can recognize these two classical Chinese passages.
When she finds the evidence, she has to teach them a lesson - no!
Just as he was thinking, the teacher stared at the chat screen of the mobile phone, waiting for the evidence to appear.
result-
[do not know.]
[do not know.]
[I just checked on Baidu, and there is nothing.]
[I've never seen anything like it before.]
[I do not know.]
[Is this written by a student? ?]
[Good guy, who is it? ! And who is the top student in the class?]
[The current students are really amazing]
[Even I can’t write classical Chinese of this depth]
Teacher: What's going on?
"Qi Linqing, come up here." The teacher looked at the boy with dyed black hair, trembling in his heart.
She really can't resist this kind of beauty.
Qi Linqing walked up to the podium as she said.
The teacher shook the paper, pretending to be serious and said, "You really wrote this? Don't lie in front of me."
Qi Linqing nodded: "Yes."
Teacher: "...I told you not to lie."
The students below—Look, booing immediately.
Qi Linqing actually caught the bag and plagiarized on the spot! !
Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll write another article for you on the spot?"
The author has something to say: I can't finish writing today, so I will give you a fat chapter tomorrow!
don't fat me... i just...
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