Jiang Fuyue was the second to hand in the paper.
Ling Xuan followed closely behind.
The two went to the cafeteria together, and as soon as they reached the door, they bumped into Lin Shumo who came out of it.
The two sides passed by each other without squinting at each other.
Big Q's food is quite rich, Jiang Fuyue took a photo and sent it to Little Brother Jiang, making the little guy's mouth water.
"Sister, sister, I want to go too, there are so many delicious foods!" He rubbed his hands excitedly.
Jiang Fuyue agreed to pick him up to play in the Imperial Capital for two days after the training camp.
"Really? Is it okay?" Her eyes were shining like a small sika deer.
Jiang Fuyue gave him an affirmative answer again.
"Sister, you're so kind." After finishing speaking, the little guy became shy, her cheeks flushed pink, her chin buried in her collar, leaving only a fluffy top of her head on the screen.
Jiang Fuyue couldn't help moving her fingers at that time.
Hmm... think rua.
"Why are you so happy?"
Ling Xuan's voice brought back Jiang Fuyue's wandering thoughts, she lowered her eyes, put a piece of pork ribs into her mouth, and replied lightly: "It's nothing."
Ling Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, knowing that she didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask further.
Very knowledgeable.
The two finished their lunch quietly and went back to bed.
On the way, Jiang Fuyue met an acquaintance who was not an acquaintance.
"Hello, I'm Ren Xinghe, I should have an impression, right? I'm also from Linhuai."
"Is there something wrong?" He was polite and distant, clear and lingling.
The boy's smile didn't change, as if he didn't notice her indifference: "We are fellow villagers, let's get to know each other, so we can take care of each other in the future."
"Um."
"I'm taking a language training class now," he said, sighing, a little disappointed, with a hint of shyness, "I thought my English was pretty good, but I didn't expect it to be so bad in practice."
Jiang Fuyue didn't answer, just listened to him continue to speak: "When you explained the third question in the lecture theater that day, the whole process was in English, fluent and idiomatic. Did you start practicing since you were a child?"
"Speak directly when you have something to say, there is no need to beat around the bush." Jiang Fuyue put it bluntly.
Ren Xinghe's expression froze, and he didn't say anything for a while.
Jiang Fuyue didn't want to waste any more time, walked around him, raised her legs and left.
"etc!"
She didn't look back.
Ren Xinghe simply chased after her and walked around in front of her: "Can you tell me how you learned English?"
Obviously, his previous method of memorizing and brushing questions is no longer useful here.
If he can't graduate from the language training class as soon as possible and return to formal competition training, it will be difficult to keep up with the pace of the group, and what awaits him will be the fate of being ruthlessly eliminated.
Ren Xinghe didn't want to admit defeat just like that.
Then, he thought of Jiang Fuyue...
"Look, listen, read and write."
"?"
"That's my method."
Ren Xinghe: "But why do I feel that you are perfunctory me?"
Jiang Fuyue didn't get angry, nor did she defend herself, she just said: "Believe it or not."
"What do you think of me?" he asked, a look of hurt in his eyes.
Jiang Fuyue shook her head, but the water couldn't get in: "No."
The boy frowned, and his eyes dimmed a little.
It's a pity that Jiang Fuyue was still indifferent even if she flirted with the blind man.
"We are fellow villagers." He emphasized again.
"So? Should we help each other?" Jiang Fuyue said his next line.
Ren Xinghe was taken aback.
"Sorry, I don't have the habit of helping villains."
"Who do you say is a villain?" He frowned and asked.
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes lightly, as if it was a waste of any other emotion: "Just a few words can trigger a battle, isn't it a sense of accomplishment?"
Ren Xinghe's eyes flickered slightly.
"Since you are a fellow villager, I might as well give you a piece of advice: put your mind on the right path, and the crooked ways won't last long."
After speaking, he strode away.
Ren Xinghe stood where he was, looking at her back without turning his head, his eyes were hard to hide...
202 female bedroom.
The moment Jiang Fuyue pushed open the door, the original lively atmosphere disappeared.
The three of them stopped laughing and suddenly fell silent.
She walked in without squinting, as if she didn't feel much of such obvious exclusion, calm and unruly.
Su Qing and Chen Sichang exchanged a look.
Jiang Fuyue went into the bathroom to wash her face, and when she came out, she had already changed into her pajamas and was about to take a lunch break.
Unexpectedly, just lying on the bed touched a piece of wet...
She stood up abruptly, her sharp gaze swept over the three of them.
"Who did it?" He paused every word.
Su Qing folded her arms and leaned against the closet with a lazy expression: "Who did what?"
"I have water on my bed."
"Ah! Is it true?" She pretended to be surprised, "Okay, how could this be? Our dormitory is a bit shabby, but it's not leaking?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I think you should know why."
Su Qing's face darkened: "You'd better think before you speak, why, you want to put shit on us without evidence?"
Chen Sichang sneered: "Really giving you face?"
"Heh... I thought you were so high-ranked, but I didn't expect that you would only play some low-level cleverness."
The two looked at each other, why is it not as expected
Jiang Fuyue had already paced in front of the three of them, her eyes swept over Liu Ling, and when they fell on Su Qing and Chen Sichang, she was a little more mysterious.
"Shall I teach you?"
"… What?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Splashing water is too childish, I think there can be more advanced ways to play, such as this—"