shallow to deep GL

Qin Zishuang was sitting next to her, propping his head with one hand and leaning on it again, while the other was looking at the last line on the tablet.

Her life distribution is very decent, and she seldom brings her work home, except this time.

Putting the lock screen aside, she pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve her nerves, took a sip of the water on the table, looked at Zhang Shurong staring at the TV with a smirk and said: Ai Qian is very close to you.

Zhang Shurong said oh, without turning her head, she threw a jujube into her mouth: It's not kissing me, it's not kissing you, it's cold, who wants to kiss you.

Qin Zi glanced at her and took a sip of water, but he didn't refute. She was about to take the college entrance examination in three months.

Speaking of this, Zhang Shurong became serious, and put the basket on the table without watching the TV.

She didn't mind about tutoring, it was rare for Qin Zishuang to ask her for help, besides, she is now a professor at University A, teaching a high school student is still possible, but what she is depressed about is another matter.

Apparently, when Qin Zishuang mentioned tutoring just now, Ai Qian was very unnatural, and the little girl stood up and cleaned up the dishes in a sensible way, obviously she hadn't finished her food yet.

Looking at the closed kitchen door not far away, Zhang Shurong sighed in her heart, whether she was too sensible, or she was overthinking.

If she is sensible, is she afraid of being rejected or is she afraid of asking one or two more questions?

Before she had time to think about it, Qin Zishuang's words interrupted her thoughts.

Time yourself, both of you.Qin Zishuang thought of something and added: Don't ask too much about her, I have to leave beforehand, and leave a key to the house.After Qin Zishuang finished speaking, she stood up. Looking at it now, she did not know when she had changed into the cold work clothes, looking like a strong woman.

Zhang Shurong pursed her mouth.

She and Qin Zishuang are classmates in the Finance Department of University A, but she stayed in school after graduation, and she went abroad with all her talents.

Let's talk about their friendship.

They are in bunk beds, and Zhang Shurong's deep friendship was established by her forcefully. Although she has many friends, nodding friends, casual friends, drinking friends, she doesn't care about herself.Everyone thinks that she is neither hot nor cold, and looks like a stranger, but Zhang Shurong feels that her heart is very soft, and she likes her very much.

No matter how hard the wall is, it has been soaked in water, so during college and after graduation, under her soft and hard clinging skills, their friendship has persisted until now.

It's not easy either.

The door was closed without mercy, and at the same time, the kitchen door was opened almost simultaneously.

Zhang Shurong almost doubted whether Ai Qian came out on purpose.

Regardless of these, she smiled and waved to her, beckoning her to come over, looked at her like a sister, tidied her hair, and tidied her clothes, and said with a smile: From today on, you can You're going to call me Teacher Zhang.

Ai smiled: Hello, Teacher Zhang.

Satisfied, Zhang Shurong patted her on the shoulder: "Go ahead, sort out all the recent test papers, and I'll show you first."

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Monday morning was the usual flag-raising ceremony. The whole school stood at attention in a square array wearing school uniforms. The bright sunshine shone on the plastic runway.

Ai Qianla leaned against Pan Yanxi who was standing in front and yawned with her head bowed.

Didn't sleep well last night.Pan Yanxi whispered to the back.

Ai Qian replied casually, with a lazy voice.

Why haven't you been sleeping well lately, and I haven't seen you in high spirits.Speaking of this, Pan Yanxi turned around cleverly, and Ai Qian lost control and almost slipped.

Pan Yanxi asked: By the way, what did Teacher Zhao say at the parent meeting on Friday?

Elder sister, Ai Qian smiled and did not defend herself: Criticize, what else can I say.

This time, she failed in Biology and passed in Chinese and English. Ai Qian hardly had to think about it. With Teacher Zhao's long-winded temperament, she probably said bad things about her in those 40 minutes.

Pan Yanxi clicked tut a few times and shook her head, looked at the people under the red flag, shrugged her shoulders and said: When you just came, Zhou Yucheng from the liberal arts class was staring at you all the time, right under my nose, hey , Did you say that your love letter was written by him?

After hearing this, Ai Qian stood up cleverly, subconsciously glanced at the phalanx of the liberal arts class, and happened to meet Zhou Yucheng's sight, and the other party was stunned, and immediately dodged.

Not really.

She suddenly thought of Qin Zishuang's words: the words are ugly, the writing is poor, but I really have the courage to write.

Sister Zishuang, other people are also ugly.

Ai Qian leaned on Pan Yanxi's shoulder again, her heart listless.

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The life of the students is very simple in general. The classroom is just a cafeteria. When the bell rings, everyone seems to be liberated. Even if there is only 10 minutes between classes, they can change their patterns and play new things.

But the senior three students seem to be separated by a line from the school. Although the teaching building is a lovely orange, but when you walk in, you can see that every floor is nervous. , this is also the key tone and atmosphere in the city!