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Those three days seemed to be her stolen annual leave.

The closest distance between the two of them in a day is to say good night before going to bed, or if there is something new, Ai Qian will talk to her, and she will listen carefully on the other end.

Ai Qian often received packages from Qin Zishuang. According to her, she said that she saw something on the street or occasionally, and she thought of Ai Qian, so she bought it and asked Yuanyuan to send it back.

So now, Ai Qian's daily life consists of attending classes, making phone calls, and receiving parcels.

Qin Zishuang didn't repeat everything, sometimes it was a small doll, sometimes it was a silk scarf, or clothes, or hairpins, Ai Qian always felt that her life was going to be taken over by her.

But this time she didn't quite understand it.

Qin Zishuang sent back a paring knife.

Holding the phone, Ai Qian couldn't figure it out. This style is an ordinary style, nothing special. There is a whole row of the supermarket shelves, so when the call is connected, she knows that the other party can't see the scene on her side, but still Shaking the paring knife and asking: Qin Zishuang, I don't quite understand what you sent back this time.

Qin Zishuang was also a little puzzled over there: What did you send?

Ai Qian: A paring knife.

Qin Zishuang grumbled before laughing: I bought it some time ago, and put it on the table, and Yuanyuan will send it to you.

Ai Qian laughed: So there is no special meaning?

Qin Zishuang: No, I just want to peel off the skin.

Oh Ai Qian.

Qin Zishuang paused there, then asked her: Otherwise, what do you think?

Otherwise what do you think?

Of course, Ai Qian pondered for a long time after receiving it, and also specially reviewed her performance in the past few days. She was sure that she was a good child and did not make any mistakes that would make Qin Zishuang peel her, so she dared to make this call.

Don't think too much, I'm very good.Ai Qian's tone was a little proud.

The content of the usual phone calls between the two is also so ordinary, and in the end, Qin Zishuang always hung up the phone, Ai Qian wondered if she answered the phone in a special spare time, or just by the way.

Life began to count time, and everything passed very slowly. It was so slow that Ai Qian's English teacher suddenly wanted to say that there was a midterm exam, and time became tense.

Amidst the yelling of the students, the English teacher resolutely set the exam time on Friday next week, and then left with a smile on his face.

I don’t know why, university teachers always like to torture college students, they like to give difficult test papers, they like to make a big splash, listen to students’ exchanges in class, and then insist on highlighting the key points in the last section, knowing that not many students are serious in class He listened to the lecture, but insisted on stalemate until the end, and then let a few annoying classmates fail the subject, and then let them pass the make-up exam or retake the exam.

Enjoy one thing and another, endless loop.

Ai Qian was mad in the library with her English book. Since high school, English has been her weakness.

She would rather review other subjects to the top than spend more time on English. She always feels that this kind of accent, which is not even accurate, makes her unpredictable and uncomfortable.

She is sitting in the library at the moment, because it is not the end of the term, and because not many people need a midterm exam, there are not too many people in the library.

She found a quiet and remote corner to sit, listening to music with headphones on, and after struggling to read the entire article, she heard the sound of a message from her mobile phone.

She lowered her head and took it out to see that it was a message from Qin Zishuang. She said that she would be back tomorrow.

Ai Qian raised her eyebrows after seeing it, and replied "Okay", adding a small wave làng at the end in order to express a cheerful tone.

She smiled, put the phone back into her pocket, and looked up to continue watching, but a person appeared in her sight, which almost scared her so that she couldn't sit still in the chair.

The table was only one meter long, and she had the impression that someone sat across from her not long ago, but has it always been like this?

The person opposite was looking at her with his head propped on one hand.

So yeah, started looking at her from the moment she sat down?

The point is.

Ai Qian swallowed her saliva, pulled out a smile, and shouted: Hello, Teacher Sun.

She is her finance teacher, Sun Ying. The deepest impression is that she has a little beauty, but such beauty should be matched with a humorous way of teaching, but she is not. The class is almost a lullaby , as boring as those old professors.

Ai Qian felt that their friendship hadn't reached the point where they could look at each other face to face.

You are Ai Qian.Sun Ying changed her posture and continued to look at her.

Ai Qian nodded, thinking that maybe she forgot, and explained: I am your student, from Class 3.

Sun Ying frowned: I know.She glanced at her book, looked at her again, and said with a smile: She looks good, a cute little girl, she doesn't make up, she doesn't dress up, she's very nice.Speaking of which, she looked at Ai Qian's hands: slender, unpainted nails, clean.She looked at Ai Qian's hair: over the shoulders, pear blossoms, it needs to be trimmed, if the bangs are less, it will make your face smaller, but it's still quite small now.

After she finished speaking, she stood up a little, and looked down: the neck is neither long nor short, and there are no wrinkles, um~ she made a satisfied nasal sound, the collarbone is good, it is the style I like.She looked down a little more: this chest, is it because you wear too much, or is it because she is small?