shallow to deep GL

Ai stuck out her tongue.

But the English thing really gave her a headache.What Zhang Shurong said about not improving at all is tolerance. In fact, her English has even dropped a lot from the passing line to more than ten points below the passing line. It may be that she has been unlucky recently and Meng's skill has declined. many.

Zhang Shurong helped Ai Qian with tutoring for two hours as usual, and then left right away. Ai Qian watched her drive the car out of the gate of the community before returning.

It had been the voices of two people just now, and her voice writing exercises, but now that it suddenly became quiet, she remembered that there was another person in the study.

She knocked on the door of the study, but there was no response.

After thinking for a while, she boldly opened the door and took a look.

It turned out to be because I fell asleep.

Ai Qian walked over quietly, because the soft carpet was even more silent. She was leaning on the chair with her head propped on one hand, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was still holding a pen in the other hand.

She leaned over, smelled the good smell on her body, pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

Of course there was no response.

She bit her lips and pursed her lips, looking at her closed eyes and slightly opened lips. This defenseless look was much softer than before. Her skin was very white, and it was still glowing under the lamp in front of her.

With this appearance, Qin Zishuang can capture perfect photos from any angle with his camera.

Ai Qian slightly bent her knees, stood in front of her with her hands on her lap, and called softly, "Sister Zishuang."

The person in front of him didn't move.

She moved closer, called out louder, "Qin Zishuang."

Qin Zishuang's eyes opened suddenly, and the two looked at each other without any warning.

It was only then that Ai Qian realized that if her lips moved a little closer, it seemed that they were too close. If she turned so far at any time, their lips might bump into each other.

Qin Zi looked into her eyes for only a second, then turned his gaze to the clock on the table, rubbed his eyebrows and said: It's so late.

Ai Qian took the opportunity to stand back and explain dryly: Well, I knocked on the door and you came in without answering. I was afraid that something would happen to you, but I saw you were sleeping, so I came over to wake you up. Look, the weather is so bad. It's cold, you'll catch a cold easily if you fall asleep like this.

After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and scratched her head, what are you talking about, why are you talking so much.

Fortunately, Qin Zishuang responded lightly and covered the pen in his hand.

Has Shu Rong left?

Ai Qian: Yes.

She nodded, go to bed early, I still have things to deal with.

Coming out of the study, Ai Qian took a deep breath, and after walking a few steps, she felt a little inexplicable, and there was nothing to disturb her.

----

After the rain, the sky was clear and the sun was hanging high, adding a touch of warmth to the winter. The playground was full of voices, shouting one after another, and the cheerleaders were also passionate.

Ai Qian was sitting in the auditorium with a bottle of water in her arms, watching several figures of the same color on the basketball court, moving left and right.

Today is the basketball final of the third year of high school. The final class happened to be her class and the liberal arts class next door. Perhaps because of the last game, not only the players on the court, but even the students in the audience were inexplicably excited.

Come in! Pan Yanxi suddenly shouted out from beside her. Ai Qian took a closer look and saw that her class had scored a goal. She immediately took out the spoon she was wearing around her neck and slammed it hard in response to the cheers from the audience. One sound.

The scores of the two classes were evenly divided, and when it was halftime, the liberal arts class had to score one more point.

She and Pan Yanxi were in the front, and she was drinking water leaning on her shoulder at the moment.

This game was too exciting. Looking at the previous games, I thought our class would definitely win, but now maybe, when Zhang Wenbin from the liberal arts class will become so powerful.

Pan Yanxi put the water on the side of her schoolbag, and said with a smile: After the fight last time, some strange seal was broken.

Ai Qian rolled her eyes: Can't you admit that he has strength?

Pan Yanxi groaned, looked at Ai Qian with a smile, suddenly took her hand, and smelled her: what kind of smell is this?

Ai Qian: Go.

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Wenbin walked over from a distance, sat down beside Ai Qian unceremoniously, then dodged the water in Ai Qian's hand, and drank it with his head up.

Ai Qian:

Since the fight, the two met frequently at school, chatted occasionally, and even found out that Zhang Wenbin's home was on the same road as Ai Qian, and became acquainted with each other after going back and forth.

But it seems that it is not so familiar.

Zhang Wenbin didn't care, handed her the water back, wiped his mouth casually, and said with a smile: I thought you wouldn't come to see it today.

When he said it last night, Ai Qian just said to see it.

Ai Qian replied: Anyway, it's also a game of our class, so it doesn't make sense if you don't watch it.

Zhang Wenbin paused, but did not reply.

On the contrary, Pan Yanxi approached her stealthily, and asked her in an unusual tone of voice: Ai Qian, do you want our class to win at this moment, or do you want their class to win?