Two major school girls participated in a calligraphy competition at the same time. This kind of thing that looks good but relies on strength. When the two of them took first and second place several times, everyone was already numb to this cruel fact.
What shocked them this time was that Meng Ziheng actually wanted to participate in the competition.
You must know that the Meng family attaches great importance to the ownership of the works of their descendants, so after the start of the school year, Meng Ziheng will not participate in all school club activities and competitions, and the school almost acquiesces to this matter.
But suddenly, Meng Ziheng entered the competition, and he was with Song Ye. Anyone who was interested could immediately smell something unusual. The reason for Meng Shao's unusual behavior was definitely related to Song Ye.
Song Ye and others were also a little surprised. After class, Gu Yitong immediately became restless with his gossipy mouth, "Zi Heng, didn't your grandfather not allow you to participate in the competition?"
"No?" Wang Qianqian smelled the gossip and leaned over to ask.
"Well, whether we are in primary school or junior high school, we all go to the same school. The Meng family is very strict. His grandfather does not allow Meng Ziheng's works to be released on the market, so Ziheng has never participated in any competitions since he was a child." Gu Yi Tong was not on guard against Song Ye and Wang Qianqian, so he had no intention of hiding anything.
However, Fang Ye from behind saw some clues and looked at Meng Ziheng and said, "Are you afraid that Fu Tong'er will use the competition to cause trouble for Song Ye?"
One sentence successfully made Song Ye look sideways.
"Ahem, I also want to compete with Song Ye in my skills." Meng Ziheng felt that being stared at by those deep and cold eyes made him feel a little tight and short of breath, so he quickly looked away and his ears turned red quietly.
It's not a bad thing to have one more person to keep you company, and Song Ye didn't think much about it.
Behind the scenes, Meng Ziheng was punished by Mr. Meng for this matter, and not to mention how many tears he endured from Fu Tong'er. Before the final exam at the end of December, all students were in the stage of urgent preparation for the exam, but Song Ye and Meng Ziheng took some time off from their busy schedule. I practiced calligraphy with great concentration in the school calligraphy club.
"Ah, he is so handsome and beautiful, how embarrassing it is for us girls."
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that Song Ye could write such wanton and domineering words when he looked so soft and weak. It's really hard to judge by appearance. I admire him so much. Even if I'm a boy, I'd fall under his school uniform pants."
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Inevitably, there is always a group of students lying at the door of the requisitioned calligraphy club classroom, either taking photos or drooling at the two figures standing side by side.
Because computer courses have just begun to be introduced here in Shishi City, the school wants students to get familiar with the online world better and faster, so it has established a campus network so that students can exchange various consultations on it.
In the computer class that day, students from several classes took turns to see two slender figures standing side by side by the window under the afterglow of the setting sun. The two were holding pens with their bright wrists and their eyes were focused. One was as cold as the bright moon in the sky, without sadness or joy, and the other was indifferent. Such as the lingering fragrance of books on the pines and green bamboos, two people who are equally elegant and elegant, reflected in the same photo frame, are as beautiful as immortals walking out of a splash-ink painting.
Someone even posted a reply below: The beauty of the immortal is better than countless mortals.
For a time, the popularity of the two school girls directly overshadowed the high school sophomores and seniors, and they became the targets of all the girls in the school.
Song Ye came out of the shower at night and found Meng Ziheng in a daze while playing with his mobile phone. "What's wrong?" She walked over while wiping her hair. She glanced at the table and found that not a word had been written on the rice paper, not even the inkstone. He didn't grind it, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Having been in the same dormitory for so long, Song Ye knew that Meng Ziheng had the habit of practicing calligraphy every night. Except for the fact that he didn't have a long whip, his life was similar to that of the ancients. He rarely saw him playing with his smartphone a few times a month.
It's a new day today. I didn't practice calligraphy and started playing with my mobile phone.
As a result, this unintentional question almost frightened Meng Ziheng so much that he almost dropped his cell phone. Fortunately, his quick eyesight and hands quickly caught it, and then he said a little evasively, "Well, I have been practicing too much recently, and I am a little tired. How is your condition, the day after tomorrow? Do you need to arrange anything before setting off?”
Song Ye glanced suspiciously at his face twice. Seeing that the topic was diverted, he didn't ask any more questions. He shook his head and walked to the cabinet and pulled out the computer. "No, I'm traveling light. It won't take long."
The competition was held in another high school. They were picked up and dropped off by bus and came back after one night. Song Ye was not like other little girls who packed a lot of bags when they went out. She always kept everything simple.
Meng Ziheng nodded and just responded. Seeing that the person took the computer to the living room and showed no intention of coming in again, he clicked on the phone screen again, stared at the picture hanging at the top of the school forum, pursed his lips, and finally I carefully clicked Save and then set it as a screensaver.
The screen dimmed and was opened again. At a glance, two slender figures stood side by side in the sunset. Meng Ziheng looked at them again and again, and a smile could not help but appear on his lips.
The fermented content on the school forum that day not only attracted Meng Ziheng's attention. In the school's girls' dormitory, Fu Tong'er slammed her phone to the ground. Her gentle and delicate face was now ferocious. She no longer has the charm of a classical beauty.
She was an orphan picked up from the roadside by the Meng family. She had been living in the care of others since she was a child. She knew how to look at other people's faces and knew that what she wanted had to be compromised and she had to work hard step by step to get it. Therefore, she kept herself humble and learned what she didn't like. He learns calligraphy, memorizes ancient poems that he hates, and understands boring antiques. All of this is just to become a true master one day.
After waiting for so many years, she was finally recognized by the Meng family. She was welcomed onto the high platform openly and publicly, and was labeled as the future mistress of the Meng family.
But this spring was supposed to be the end of all hardships, but she was slapped and humiliated again and again. Now even Meng Ziheng, whom she liked, violated family rules and ancestral teachings for an unrelated person, which made her lose face.
"Song Ye..." Crushing these two words through his teeth, Fu Tong'er felt that the shame in her heart was all due to that cold young man.
She won't let her go.
Ever since people in the school knew that the two major school presidents were going to participate in a calligraphy competition and would gather at the calligraphy club to practice calligraphy every afternoon after school, the place where the calligraphy club was was suddenly crowded with people. Anyone who had time wanted to come over and observe it in person. Picturesque scene.
But the calligraphy club also released the news early that no one could disturb Song Ye and Meng Ziheng when they were practicing calligraphy.
Friends who wanted to strike up a conversation didn't dare challenge the school's authority, so they could only secretly take a look at the two of them while they were practicing.
As soon as Song Ye came over this afternoon, he noticed that there were actually many people ambushing around the empty corridor, and just as he was about to open the door and enter the classroom, he felt something was wrong.