When doing exercises between classes the next day, the class 9 students discovered that the big guys who had never participated in radio gymnastics before appeared in the queue. He was still standing in the first row, so tall that he blocked all the classmates behind his column.
He wears contact lenses specially today, and his vision is very clear. When the classes were still lining up, Qi Ying walked up the steps next to the stage.
There are four girls in total. She is standing on the far right. The blue and white school uniform is beautifully worn on her. She is delicate and feminine. The morning sun breaks through the clouds, and her body is like a cage of light, Jiao Pretty and well-behaved.
The three girls next to her were eclipsed, as if they had all become foils.
Before the exercises started, she stood on it obediently, bowing her head slightly to buckle her small nails.
Sure enough, someone was whistling below.
Ji Rang wanted to find out these waves one by one and trample them to death on the spot.
The prelude music of gymnastics came out on the radio, and the little girl on the stage also put down her hands, stood upright, and began to jump on the stage following the music.
Like an elf in the forest.
Be good, be good.
Ji Rang doesn't know how to do radio gymnastics at all, and he doesn't know a single movement. But looking at the little girl on the stage, she raised her hand and he also raised her hand, and she raised her leg and he also raised her leg. His eyes never left her. He did a whole set of gymnastics as if he was caught in his heart and soul.
Qu Dazhuang and the others were almost laughing to death behind.
"Fucking brother really does gymnastics, he can't keep up with his movements at all, hahahaha, why is it so slow?"
"Like a clumsy bear."
"You are dead, I want to tell Brother Jean."
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After class exercises were over, Qi Ying got off the stage and walked to the classroom. There are always boys around him "accidentally" bumping into her, and then when she looks over in a daze, he smiles and says "I'm sorry".
She didn't know that this was just a way for the young and young people to talk to her, and she shook her head obediently, which made others' hearts beat faster.
It was not until Ji Rang caught up from the crowded crowd and walked beside her with a cold and violent breath that no one finally dared to come and die.
In the next few days, Qi Ying received a love letter almost every day. When Xue Manqing was in school, she was not as popular as her.
Although Xue Manqing is beautiful, she is a wealthy daughter and arrogant. There is an invisible wall between ordinary students. It is difficult for people to get close. Most people appreciate her beauty, but it is difficult for them to have a crush.
Qi Ying is different. She has a soft personality and smiles with everyone. There is a kind of innocent and innocent, cute and cute, so cute that people want to bully.
She was embarrassed to hand her a love letter, but she refused directly. If she thought about a reason not to hurt her self-esteem for a long time, she typed it carefully and showed it to her.
Even if the love letter was not sent out, I was very happy to be able to get along with the little fairy for a while.
Looking at another group of boys who came to the second class to see the school flowers, Ji Rang asked Qu Dazhuang blankly: "Are the seniors in high school so idle?"
Qu Dazhuang comforted him: "I am going to take the college entrance examination in three months. I will go crazy before graduation. I am busy." He gloated at Ji Rang and said, "I let you confess your sovereignty a long time ago. You said you didn't fall in love. Do you regret it?"
Ji knocked out his teeth and swallowed in his stomach, let him: "No! Regret! A dead end for a puppy love! Learning is the right way!"
Behind him he shouted sharply: "Well said!"
The two were taken aback. They turned their heads and saw that the dean of instruction stood behind with a gratified expression and looked at Ji Rang appreciatively: "Student Ji Rang, you are so happy that the teacher is so enlightened!"
Ji Rang:...
Qu Dazhuang: Damn, he's going to die of laughter.
The instructor solemnly patted Ji Rang’s shoulder: "Come on, study hard, pass your spirit to the classmates around you, and lead everyone to improve together! I heard from your head teacher that your grades have improved very fast. At the flag-raising ceremony next Monday, come on stage and tell everyone how you learned about your studies?"
Ji Rang: "... No need."
Dean of Teaching: "Why? This is a good positive example, worth learning from everyone!"
Ji Rang: "... I am shy by nature."
The dean of teaching had an understanding on his face, and did not force it, and then he left with a few compliments. Qu Dazhuang suffocated a smile beside him and his stomach hurts. When he left, he laughed and squatted down.
Ji Rang kicked his face blankly.
When school is over, he goes to pick up Qi Ying. He always goes to the second class. In fact, the classmates in the second class have guessed that he has a special relationship with Qi Ying. But Ji let a glance over, everyone knew what to say and what not to say.
When she came out of the classroom, Qi Ying was licking a lollipop in her hand. She really likes to eat candy, no wonder she always has a faint sweet smell.
My eyes bend when I saw him, waved to Yue Li, and ran over.
Ji Rang took her schoolbag with a gentle smile in his eyes, but when he thought of the batch of pilgrim-like boys this morning, he couldn't help holding his face and asked quietly, "How many love letters did you receive today?"
Qi Ying thought about it seriously, and compared him with three fingers.
Ji Rang almost laughed: "You remember it clearly."
Qi Ying realized that he seemed a little unhappy, so he sucked the lollipop and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Ji Rang stopped, tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?"
She opened her schoolbag, took a pink envelope out of it, and handed it to him with a smile.
Ji Rang's eyes twitched, and he took it reluctantly. He glanced back and forth. There was a faint fragrance on the envelope, and even the pink color seemed ambiguous. His temples suddenly jumped with anger: "What are you doing? Want me to help." Did you open the love letter? Show off?"
Qi Ying blinked, took out his mobile phone and typed and said: I wrote this.
Ji Rang was taken aback.
She said again: written to you.
The two torn pink envelopes that looked particularly annoying just now suddenly became cute. He looked down at the letter in his hand, his fingers a little tight.
Now the corners of my eyes are no longer twitching, my temples are no longer jumping, and the sulking that was nowhere to vent is gone, and the low voice seems tight: "You...what are you doing writing to me?"
Qi Ying tilted her head, with a lollipop in her mouth, and smiled sweetly.
She lowered her head and typed it to him obediently: Because Yue Li said that everyone would write a love letter to the person they like, I haven't written it to you.
To the person you like.
Write a love letter.
He is the one she likes.
She wrote him a love letter.
She confessed to him.
It's so natural, it seems that I like him, it has taken root in her heart, and she has lived for many years.
Ji made his fingers tremble, tore open the first love letter he received in his life, and saw the beautiful writing on the paper:
-Mingyue decorated your windows, you decorated my dreams.