The next day's jurisprudence class Qin Weihang was absent again, and An Ning became a little concerned. He missed Teacher Wang Qiulin's class twice. Last time, Teacher Wang Qiulin didn't mention it. Sure enough, Wang Qiulin asked in class, "What happened to Qin Weihang?"
The whole class was silent, and An Ning had to say, "Oh, he's sick."
He bit the bullet and said it without any confidence, but fortunately, Teacher Wang Qiulin nodded and didn't ask any further questions.
An Ning lowered her head and secretly sent a WeChat message to Qin Weihang: Why didn't you come
Qin Weihang did not reply to him.
An Ning took notes very seriously in that class, and also marked the key points in detail. He remembered quickly, and the writing was not very good at first, and once he wrote it quickly, it was scribbled like a ghost, so he had to transcribe it again when he went back, otherwise no one could understand it.
After eating with Liang Shenghan in the cafeteria at noon, An Ning went to the dry cleaner to retrieve the clothes that were washed yesterday. The heavy rain yesterday made today's weather even more refreshing. He slowly walked back to the school with his clothes in his hands. A lot of clubs have set up booths for recruiting new members. I heard that today and tomorrow are the club days of University A.
There is a rare liveliness on the school road, An Ning slows down and walks and watches, there are various club activities, some clubs are holding banners, some are holding roll-up banners, the most popular is the photography club, he looks into the crowd. Looking around, I saw Huang Qinzhen at a glance, smiled and thought, sure enough.
His rich and colorful college career unfolded like a picture scroll, but unfortunately he missed him. His daily schedule was so full that he couldn't find time to develop these personal hobbies, so he could only take a look and feel the atmosphere.
When the club booth was about to come to an end, An Ningqing couldn't help but stop. There was a roll-up sticker standing beside the ginkgo tree flower table. rock climber. An Ning stood on the school road sprinkled with golden ginkgo leaves, as if he had traveled back to the day when he first saw Qin Weihang deep-water rock climbing.
The bottom of the roll-up board is printed with a few words of "A Big Climbing Club", so is there a rock climbing club in A big
A voice pulled his attention back: "Classmate, are you interested in rock climbing?"
Hearing the sound, An Ning turned his head, not sure if the other party was asking himself. After all, he didn't look like an outdoor extreme sports material, but he went up to ask the president: "Excuse me, is it rock climbing or mountaineering?"
The president replied: "It's mainly rock climbing. Occasionally, we also organize some mountaineering activities, and we often need to climb the mountain to go rock climbing and zipline."
A girl was already writing the registration form, she got up and scanned the WeChat QR code given by the member. However, compared to the liveliness of the photography club where Huang Qinzhen is located, this place is really a mess. An Ning looked back at the deep-water climbing chart on the roll-up board, and was a little moved: "Then... do you need a membership fee?"
"There is no need for membership fees, but if there are expenses to go out for activities, it needs to be shared." The president said.
No membership fee, so good! An Ning became more and more excited, and she forgot that climbing equipment was also a big expense: "I have no rock climbing foundation at all, can I join in?"
"Of course," the president nodded. "Our club has many newcomers every year. Who doesn't start from novices?"
What else did An Ning want to ask, when she heard the girl who had just signed up ask, "By the way, is Qin Weihang from the rock climbing club?"
The president and the members next to him were stunned for a moment, and then smiled apologetically: "He's not, he's a god, we're just amateurs, and I'm looking forward to him participating!"
The girl pouted, slightly disappointed.
Less than a minute after the girl left, Qin Weihang appeared on the school road full of ginkgo trees. He went back to school that day to hand in the homework for the constitution class. Because of his poor eyesight, Mr. Huang in the constitution class asked them to print out the homework and deliver it to his personal mailbox. Monday was the deadline.
Qin Weihang, the homework left in the last constitution class, sent it to An Ning via WeChat. An Ning printed it out and then sent it to the mailbox for him. He didn't want to trouble others. After all, his paper was not very good, and he didn't want to let Xueba read it. Arrived, but I really didn't want to make a special trip to the school to hand in an assignment. After weighing the two, I finally sent it to An Ning. I hope he just prints it and doesn't take a second look at the content.
But An Ning returned to him later and asked him: Did you just write one page? Teacher Huang said 2000 words, one page is not enough.
He didn't know how to respond at the time, he was embarrassed, and he didn't know what class he was listening to. He could even miss the 2,000-word requirement. Finally, I want to say that you can just print it like this and leave it alone.
Anyway, he doesn't care about his usual grades, even if he fails the course and finishes it, he doesn't care about it.
As a result, I forgot to reply for some reason. In the evening, Anning sent another WeChat voice, saying, "I'll help you fill in some content, and make up 2,000 words, okay?"
I didn't think it was good, not at all, because he really didn't care what a law school teacher would think of him and how many points he would be given. But maybe it was just to answer the "good or bad", completely to answer the three words, and it had nothing to do with the first half of the sentence, he raised his phone without thinking, and replied: "OK."
After replying, I actually regretted it. If I wanted to help him fill in the word count, An Ning would definitely see the nonsense content he wrote.
He completed a set of arm training on the fingerboard, slowly accepting this reality in the sound of heavy breathing.
Later, he passed the homework smoothly and got his usual grades. He seemed to have gotten a B+. He didn't say "thank you" to An Ning, because he didn't want to face that stupid homework again.
This seems to have happened before. ... It happened. He just came to City A, and Yu Ran came to see him in the house he rented. He was doing arm training in front of the balcony door, and Yu Ran tidied up the sofa in the living room for him on his own initiative. There are some gadgets piled up on his sofa. After all, he is the only one who lives there. It doesn't matter if it is full, but Yu Ran thought it was a virtue to keep the sofa clean, and looked at him with an expression of asking for credit. At that time, it seemed that Yu Ran should not be meddling in the future.
Because this kind of unsolicited help really sucks. Yu Ran scolded him for being a white-eyed wolf, and he couldn't get a good word for his help. But I don't need it, why should I thank you
But Anning's situation is different. Naturally, it was different. An Ning asked him "how are you", but he himself said "yes".
So it has to be looked at separately from Yu Ran's situation where she thinks she wants to send other people's favors.
It's a pity that this time he doesn't plan to let An Ning help.
When I went to the mailbox in the corridor of the office to hand in my homework, the mailbox was full. Two copies of Paper were almost squeezed out of the mailbox, and it was not easy for him to insert it again. He patiently took out the two assignments, and was a little surprised to find that the top one was peaceful and the same, and the assignments that could be handled casually were also carefully written, but he didn't expect that it would be delayed until the deadline. Hand in homework. Qin Weihang had no doubt that he was the last one to hand in the homework, so in this order, An Ning was the second to last.
The third-to-last paper was folded a bit before it was stuffed in, so An Ning's one was a little reluctant, Qin Weihang unfolded the third-last paper and stuffed it in again, and after a few fiddling, he finally had all the beards and tails. went in.
In the end, he folded himself and An Ning Paper together and stuffed the opening of the letterbox with only one slit left.
Still a card, always a card. Can't get in.
The edge of the A4 paper is about to be worn away.
He had to pull it out again, fold the two people's work together and then fold it in half. After folding it in half, it would be thicker. He pressed his fingers hard along the fold line. The pulp of the index finger and thumb rubbed the smooth printing paper until they were like being covered with paper. The stapler was pinned down as tightly as possible, and then it was fed into the mailbox again.
Finally got in this time.
Qin Weihang also didn't expect that he would be able to hand in an assignment in five minutes, and he would have to spend a little effort, not to mention that he would see An Ning in front of the booth of the club activity when he came out of the teaching building. I used to think that this kid was very busy every day, either with self-study or making money. He was so busy that he had to squeeze time for appointments. Now it seems that he may not be really that busy.
Qin Weihang stood in the distance and watched for a while, then walked over. An Ning just finished the consultation, but he still restrained and said, "Then let me think about it", and then turned around and saw Qin Weihang striding forward.
Several members of the rock climbing club stood up, their expressions quite excited.
When An Ning turned around, he saw Qin Weihang. He was also surprised and a little surprised: "Why did you come to school?"
Qin Weihang looked at the paper bag in his hand and said nothing. He didn't believe a single word about the love between siblings. It was only a year after his mother passed away, and his father married a woman fifteen years younger than him. At that time, the two had only known each other for less than three months. Could it be called brother-sister love
An Ning didn't pay attention to his expression, and when he spoke to himself, he felt that he was inquiring about the rock climbing club, and Qin Weihang just happened to appear. With such a fate, he couldn't resist the urge to join the rock climbing club. Since he met Qin Weihang by chance , I also wanted to ask Qin Weihang's opinion, and couldn't help but babble a lot: "...but I don't know if it's suitable for me..." After all, Chubby's pull-up score is the best among the three of them. Yes, Qin Weihang said that he is not suitable for rock climbing.
Qin Weihang didn't listen to what he said at all, looked down at the paper bag in his hand, and said, "This clothes is quite expensive."
An Ning was stunned for a moment, picked up the paper bag, and said, "Oh, this dress is not mine, I will give it back to others after I dry-clean it."
"Do you want to return your mobile phone?" Qin Weihang said, frowning coldly, his tone was also very cold, "Since you don't lack anything to wear, and you don't lack anything to use, why do you squeeze other people's poverty-replenishment places."
No matter how dull An Ning was, he could hear the disdain in Qin Weihang's tone, and was stunned. Qin Weihang glanced at him, walked around him, and left.