shallow to deep GL

Ai Qian obediently put the book in her hand, and knelt down beside her.

Qin Zi flipped through a few pages with his long-sleeved fingers, found a suitable one, clasped the book in his hand, and looked up at Ai Qian: I'll just read it once, listen carefully.After she finished speaking, she paused, and seeing Ai Qian looked like a kitten, she reached out to the table and took out a piece of paper, pressed it against the corner of her mouth, it was dirty.

Ai Qian snorted, and then heard Qin Zishuang's voice faintly.

It's 3 pm. Time for

She read slowly, and while she was reading, she turned to Ai Qian, and the clear pronunciation came out of her mouth.

The exercise book was lying between the two of them. Qin Zishuang leaned on it casually, her eyes were down, and her eyeballs followed the paragraphs from left to right, and then came back in an instant. Looking at it this way, her eyelashes became clearer. .

Radiation and other treatments. At the end of the last word, Qin Zishuang put down the book, looked up at Ai Qian and asked: Tell me, what did you hear.

Ai Qian closed her slightly opened lips, pursed her lips and licked her upper lip, clasped her hands on her thighs, and replied: It was about a ball game at 7 o'clock in Australia on a certain afternoon 3 years ago. Hours, no passion, many people left at halftime

The more she spoke, the quieter she was, and Qin Zishuang slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at her with his lips pursed, expressionless.

Ai Qian's heart skipped a beat, she shrugged helplessly, and said honestly: Well, I don't understand at all.Just now she was looking at Qin Zishuang, but she didn't listen to anything, she bit her lip, stretched out a finger, frowned and said: "Read it again, okay?"

Qin Zishuang raised the book and tapped her head lightly. The word depression appeared many times. Listen carefully.After she finished speaking, she read it again.

Moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on the unlit floor of the hall. The night gradually rose, and the bustle outside the house gradually disappeared.

Ai Qian yawned.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zishuang would accompany her all night.

Well, do as I say, and I'll test you in a week.Qin Zishuang returned the book in his hand to Ai Qian.

She took it, looked at the horrifying note above and nodded.

It's getting late, go to bed.

After Qin Zishuang left, Ai Qian looked at the exercise book in her hand in a daze. It was full of her notes sketched on it. The handwriting was delicate and powerful, as if copied from a copybook.

Ai Qian flipped through a few pages and smiled unconsciously, then closed the book.

Chapter 11 pick

The walks of the teaching building are full of playful people. Although the get out of class is only 10 minutes away, many games can be derived from it.

Ai Qian stood on the edge of the corridor, holding on to the railing, staring blankly at the opposite teaching building, chanting words from time to time, blinking from dry eyes from time to time, frowning from time to time, and smiling from time to time.

Pan Yanxi looked at her through the window in the classroom, so she couldn't help but smiled, got up, went out to her side, and patted her on the shoulder.

Ai Qian was a little startled and looked back at her.

Why are you in a daze?

After hearing this, Ai Qian took off the headset from the other ear, and Pan Yanxi immediately understood, looked at her as if she didn't know her and said, "I'm still practicing listening."

Ai Qian shrugged, and then saw Pan Yanxi's gaze pass through her, looking behind her, she also turned her head, followed Pan Yanxi's gaze, and saw two people in front of the liberal arts class.

Zhuo Zhuo was holding a book in front of Zhang Wenbin, seemingly asking for advice. The two were very close. Because of his small stature, Zhuo Zhuo seemed to have slipped into his arms at first glance.

Look at Zhuo Zhuo's fiery eyes, where is the problem?

Ai Qian turned her head and smiled.

Pan Yanxi pursed her lips, leaned closer, glanced at Zhang Wenbin and then at Ai Qian, and asked in a low voice: Do you like Zhang Wenbin?

Frightened by this question, Ai Qian took a small step back and suddenly smiled: Why would you ask such a question.

Pan Yanxi raised her eyebrows and looked into the distance. Do you two have a good relationship recently? I'm just curious.

Ai Qian waved her hand immediately: I don't like him, he's just a classmate.

Pan Yanxi nodded, and continued to ask along the topic: Then do you have someone you like?

She has known Ai Qian since her freshman year of high school, and she has been at the same table with her since her sophomore year of high school. Although she has seen many friends around her, she has never seen any strange thoughts in her mind.

It would be a little strange to say that she really likes someone.

Sure enough, Ai Qian shook her head, smiled and said: No.When she said this, she suddenly added: I don't even look down on these mortals in school.

After she finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

Ai Qian froze for a moment, sniffed, and as the class bell rang, the two of them ended the topic.

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The life of the third year of high school is to repeat today tomorrow, and yesterday today, without much change. The pile of books on the desk and the answers to the test questions on the blackboard are the labels of being busy.

Adolescents who are about to enter adulthood have gradually developed their own awareness of behavior. They will not look forward to the end of get out of class as they did when they were young. They have their own goals, pure or with distracting thoughts, and encourage them to move forward.