Song Qingyu snapped his fingers, glanced down at the pile of fat on his body, and said to himself, "But I think it takes time to lose weight."
Lu Nianzhen is smart, and he immediately understood what she meant: "Do you want to spend time practicing calligraphy to exercise?"
"Smart, really on the road!" Song Qingyu blinked at him, her eyes full of approval.
For some reason, Lu Nianzhen always felt that the Bai Qingyu in front of him was not like a sixteen-year-old girl. He had a mature, chic and confident feeling in every gesture, unlike the cowardly and inferiority of those girls who gossiping.
He had no opinion on what she was going to do, nodded and said, "Then you go."
Song Qingyu had to keep an inch: "If the teacher asks where I have been, what would you say?"
Lu Nianzhen originally thought that her business had nothing to do with him, but when she saw that she clearly meant to cover herself, she was a little bit astonished.
"If you don't say anything, it's just as you agree, then please, thank you!" Song Qingyu didn't give him a chance to refuse at all. He picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table and put it back on the bookcase.
"..."
Lu Nianzhen subconsciously opened his mouth: "Hey, do you still need the words you wrote?"
Song Qingyu turned her head, glanced at the words on the table, and shook her head: "No more, I'm going to the playground."
Lu Nianzhen didn't speak any more, lowered his head and kept staring at the words written in Song Qingyu.
Seeing Song Qingyu walked to the door of the classroom, he suddenly asked: "Do you usually practice calligraphy at home?"
Song Qingyu was taken aback, remembered for a moment, and shook his head: "My family doesn't like me to practice calligraphy, secretly practicing. But ah, these tools are for money, and my parents can't help me if they don't. No matter what, wait until the competition. talk later."
Seeing that she didn't mean to win the competition at all, Lu Nianzhen frowned, thinking that everyone had their own ambitions and didn't say anything.
Song Qingyu didn't care, and went straight to the track and field field.
Speaking of her calligraphy, she really learned it from a young age.
She was an orphan since she was a child. She was abandoned in the women's toilet of Xiakou University and adopted by the kind-hearted female chemistry professor Song Yuan. When Song Qingyu was fourteen years old, a poisonous gas leaked accidentally in Song Yuan's laboratory. Song Yuan was poisoned and suffered from cerebral palsy. Song Qingyu gave up his studies to support his family and began to work. Unfortunately, not long after she went to prison, Song Yuan also returned to the west with a crane.
When I was a child, I lived in the teachers' school, and next door was a Chinese professor—an old gentleman who can be called a master of Chinese studies. After retiring, she played Tai Chi and practiced calligraphy at home, and if she caught Song Qingyu, she had to take her to practice calligraphy.
Song Qingyu was pressed to practice calligraphy since she was able to hold a pen. Her talent was very good at learning everything quickly. Under the influence of masters of Chinese culture, she learned all kinds of fonts. Strictly speaking, the teacher produces high-level disciples. Under strict requirements, she not only needs to write well, but also writes well, so as not to shame her master.
Looking back, I haven't seen Master for so many years, and I don't know what happened to the old man.
Song Qingyu changed into sportswear, and after coming to the playground to do warm-up exercises, he ran 1,200 meters around the playground. Feeling that it was almost done, she began to use exercise equipment to do some physical exercises.
It took a total of thirty-five minutes, and her vest was completely soaked. Although the limbs were very tired, the muscle soreness that was at the beginning was gone.
Song Qingyu was very satisfied with the progress, went back to the locker room to change his clothes, and stepped on the bell tones to return to Class J of the second year.
As soon as I sat down to pack my things and prepare to go home, I heard the noise outside the classroom window.
Song Qingyu didn't pay attention to it at all. He carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. He didn't expect to stand outside the door and Lu Nianzhen.
The tall and thin figure, carrying a school bag with a bag in his right hand, and his left hand in his trouser pocket, is indeed a school grass!
"Are you looking for me?" Song Qingyu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw that he was obviously waiting for him.
Lu Nianzhen nodded and handed her the bag in his hand: "Although you write your handwriting very well, it's best to practice every day and give it to you."
Song Qingyu opened the bag and took a look in surprise, and found that it contained a complete set of calligraphy tools, not only pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but also pen copying and so on.
It seems that the hand she exposed has successfully subdued the school tyrant.
She accepted frankly and smiled: "Thanks!"
Lu Nianzhen turned around to leave: "Remember that it is still necessary to sign in every day."
Song Qingyu suddenly felt that the rumors cannot be fully believed. Who said that Lu Nianzhen is not easy to approach
The news that Lu Nianzhen gave something to the White Giant spread like wildfire, and all the girls in the school knew it the next morning!
In Class A of the second grade, Su Chenjin walked to Bai Qinghe's seat and asked, "Bai Qinghe, what exactly did Lu Nanshen give to your sister?"
Bai Qinghe shook his head: "I don't know either."
She really didn't know, and now she was crazy with jealousy. When I went home yesterday, I didn't think there was anything wrong with Bai Qingyu, but when he came to school this morning, Bai Qinghe realized that Bai Qingyu had been selected to participate in the calligraphy competition.
The point is not the calligraphy contest, but that Bai Qingyu can practice calligraphy with Lu Nianzhen!
"I said, you know the white giant's words best. With her earthworm-like words, being able to compete with us, Lu Nan God, hasn't Lu Nan God's compulsion down?" Su Chenjin was angry His eyes were red, and he looked at Lu Nianzhen, who was sitting in his seat, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Of course Bai Qinghe knew that Su Chenjin liked Lu Nianzhen. She rolled her eyes and said, "People say that you get the moon first when you are near the water. When did you see Lu Nan god approaching? But I know, my sister gave it to you. God Lu Nan wrote a love letter!"
When Su Chenjin heard it, she was shocked: "You mean, they might be together?"
Bai Qinghe shrugged innocently: "How do I know? But no one can say that it's impossible, right?"
If someone had told them before today that Lu Nianzhen might be with Bai Qingyu, they would not believe it if they were killed, but Lu Nianzhen never interacted with girls, but gave Bai Qingyu something, wouldn't it...
Probably!
Su Chenjin stamped his feet with anger: "How could this be?"
Bai Qinghe looked at her, pursed his lips, and said, "Well, I usually pay more attention to my sister. If there is any news, I will tell you on WeChat in time!"
This immediately hit it off with Su Chenjin: "That's it!"
In the seventh self-study class, after Song Qingyu signed in to the calligraphy classroom, she went to the sports field to sweat like rain. Yesterday, she was delayed for more than ten minutes to conquer Lu Nianzhen. Today she did more than ten minutes of training, which is more exhausting than yesterday.
So when school was over, the car that came to pick him up from Bai's family fell asleep.