shallow to deep GL

Ai Qian glanced at her, and Zhang Wenbin laughed softly from behind.

In the end, their class won.The referee's whistle sounded, and Zhang Wenbin made the last three-pointer directly. Under the full attention of the audience, the ball missed the basket.

What a shame, what a shame.On the way out of school, Zhang Wenbin was still sighing, and even made a shooting posture, throwing the air out of his hands, only one point short, what a pity.

Ai Qian looked at him and smiled, and said: "My class is destined to win, so don't be sorry."

Zhang Wenbin's shooting hand turned in a different direction, trying to hit Ai Qian on the head, but Ai Qian shrank her head, turned away, and dodged.

The two chatted one after another. A boy from a liberal arts class and a girl from a science class never expected to be able to have such a smooth conversation.

Zhang Wenbin sent Ai Qian back to the entrance of the community as usual.

Ai Qian watched the elder brother guard at the door walking around in his coat, turned around and smiled at Zhang Wenbin, and was about to say goodbye when he saw a familiar white car driving behind him.

Ai Qian paused, seeing the white car slowing down in front of her, the people inside seemed to glance at her, and then drove in again without stopping.

She looked back for a few moments before she said goodbye to Zhang Wenbin, and then ran in quickly.

Zhang Wenbin looked at her back and sighed. He remembered that when he sent her here for the first time, he still sighed about where she lived. Ai Qian shook her head and explained that it was just an excuse. He wanted to ask something more, so Ai Qian put aside the topic.

Aiming at her head, he jumped on his feet and made another shooting posture. Then, as if he had made a shot, he laughed a few times in satisfaction, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Ai Qian bumped into Qin Zishuang at the door of her house.

She's come back a bit frequently these past few weeks.

She followed her in and changed her shoes. Qin Zishuang threw the gloves on the shoe cabinet, untied his coat and hung it aside, and suddenly asked: Who was that just now?

Ai Qian was slightly stunned, and replied: The classmate in the next class.

After hearing this, Qin Zishuang stopped and turned to look at her, then asked, "What's your name?"

Ai Qian was puzzled, but still answered: Zhang Wenbin.

Qin Zishuang raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this, but he didn't express anything extra, and walked directly into the back room.

Chapter 10 listen

The door of the kitchen was closed, full of the sound of the range hood, Ai Qian stood in front of the stove in a bib, holding a spatula in one hand and a plate of cabbage in the other.

Since she bought oil and salt last time, she occasionally cooks something at home. Although they are all simple ingredients, they are enough to fill her stomach as a student.

At the moment, she is wearing a pair of cotton slippers, her school uniform has not been changed, and her hair is tied into two small braids on both sides for convenience. Looking at the reflector on the microwave oven door, she looks like a student.

Ai Qian smiled slightly, hummed a little song, looked at the oil in the pot, stepped forward and poured the cabbage in her hand.

Soon, two bowls of egg fried rice came out of the pot. She picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, and took it out straight away when she thought it was okay.

Glancing at the door of the study, she took off her bib and put it aside, put her hands in her pockets, and ran over with small steps.

But before reaching the door, the study door was opened from the inside, and Qin Zishuang stood at the door.

She has already changed into her home clothes, and it seems that she is not going to go out tonight. She is wearing a light blue suit, which makes her look slimmer. Her hair has been loose at the moment, and she is casually draped in the middle, looking a little lazy appearance.

Ai Qian smiled at her, pointed to the dining table and asked: Have you eaten yet? I made fried rice with eggs.

Qin Zishuang had already noticed that she was tossing around in the kitchen by herself, her small figure was shaking from side to side, and she came out out of time.

Yep.

She responded, walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Ai Qian took a seat across from her. Instead of eating, she held the chopsticks and bit them in her mouth, carefully observing Qin Zishuang's expression and movements.

Seeing her take a sip slowly with a spoon and hand it to her mouth, Ai Qian swallowed.

Qin Zishuang raised his head, and what he saw was that the person opposite was looking at her with wide eyes, full of expectation.

She was indifferent, took another sip of the soup and said: "It's okay, I can eat it."

Can eat, what kind of evaluation is this.

Ai Qian lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, but luckily it wasn't bad.

Qin Zishuang only ate half of the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and picked up the tissue beside him.In Ai Qian's impression, she has always been like this. She thought it was because of Qin Zishuang's small appetite, but after hearing Zhang Shurong mention it, she realized that it was because she was preventing a later date.

Ai Qian swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "If you don't go out at night, you should eat more."

Qin Zishuang was slightly taken aback after hearing this, then smiled, ignored the words, and suddenly asked: Have you got the results for Monday? How is it?

How did she know about the little mock test on Monday?

Ai Qian pursed her lips, lowered her head and said in a low voice: Teacher Zhang said that the exam was okay.

Qin Zishuang shook his head and added: Mr. Zhang said that your English is not good.

Ai Qian raised her head and looked at her in surprise. She thought that by bringing Zhang Shurong out, she could skip this topic as soon as possible, but she choked on her instead.