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Eh?Be heard!Just when Qian Xian was trying to fool her, God actually sent her an assist.But the person pushed was not her, but Fu Jingcheng.

The hands of the two were already close, Qian Xian subconsciously held Fu Jingcheng's hand, and hugged her with some difficulty.

Fu Jingcheng was too tall, Qian Xian could only hug her waist tightly.Through the thin shirt, you can feel the warmth of your tight waist and skin.

And breasts!

Qian Xian's face was blushing, and just as she was about to reach out to push her away, Fu Jingcheng had already supported Qian Xian's shoulders and stood up straight, looking a little at a loss.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't take the bus. I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Qian Xian buried her blushing face and shook her head, then realized that she was still hugging Fu Jingcheng's waist, so she hurriedly let go.The other hand that was clasped was not willing to let go.

The crowd was moving, and many people got out of the car.Fu Jingcheng saw a position, pulled Qian Xian over to let her sit down, and stood beside her.

Qian Xian was still thinking about what happened just now, but she felt Fu Jingcheng squatting down beside her.Qian Xian turned her head to look at her, her eyes still a little dodgy.

"Did I hurt you just now?" Fu Jingcheng frowned slightly and asked.

"No..." Your chest is so soft... Thinking of that feeling, Qian Xian shyly touched her face, it was very hot.

Seeing Qian Xian's actions clearly, Fu Jingcheng curled his mouth to look at her, and couldn't help pointing Qian Xian's cheek.

Qian Xian looked at her in astonishment, but Fu Jingcheng stood up and looked out the window as if nothing had happened.

Qian Xian suddenly had an idea. For some reason, she always felt that Fu Jingcheng was not as low in EQ as she thought...

Changed a bus, there were a lot fewer people, and there were plenty of seats.Qian Xian and Fu Jingcheng sat side by side, both of them were very quiet.

After a while, Qian Xian took out the earphones.He put one on himself, and secretly put the other on Fu Jingcheng's ear.

Fu Jingcheng didn't look at her, but quietly curled his lips.The two listened to the music all the way without talking, but they were not embarrassed.

There were only two days left in the National Day holiday, and Qian Xian and Fu Jingcheng went to the library the next day.

"Jingcheng, aren't you going to do the copying homework?" Qian Xian bit her pen and looked at her.

"Well, it doesn't make sense." He replied indifferently.

"But the Chinese teacher will definitely quarrel with you for a long time..."

Fu Jingcheng shrugged, expressing that he didn't care, and continued to teach Qian Xian the questions.But after studying for a day, Qian Xian found that she might not be able to finish her papers!

"Jingcheng..." Qian Xian's pitiful voice sounded.

"Huh?" Fu Jingcheng replied, but didn't look at her.

"I don't think I can finish these papers..." Qian Xian wrung her hands and said coyly.

Fu Jingcheng finally looked at her, didn't say a word, smiled slightly after a while, and said, "Come on."

what the hell!Come on, what the hell!I want to borrow your homework to copy!Qian Xian wanted to cry, but she wanted to continue talking but didn't know how to do so.

If it was any other classmate, Qian Xian would open her mouth to copy homework without blushing.But facing Fu Jingcheng, Qian Xian was too embarrassed to say this.

At night, Qian Xian sat at the desk and scratched her hair, throwing the paper for a while. He blew his bangs with a "huh", took out a blank paper and began to copy the text.

The autumn wind is slightly cool, and the calendar has already shown October [-]th.That is the last day of the holiday, and the location is still the library.

As soon as the two sat down, Qian Xian took out a few pages of paper that he had copied last night and handed it to Fu Jingcheng.

Fu Jingcheng cast a puzzled look, and Qian Xian explained: "The Chinese teacher will not let you go, although my handwriting is ugly, but she doesn't check it, so it's okay to make up for it."

Fu Jingcheng took it: "You stayed up late."

Qian Xian waved her hand: "Oh, it's okay, I—"

"Then why don't you make papers?" Fu Jingcheng interrupted her with a playful tone, and looked at her with a smile.

Qian Xian pouted slightly unconsciously, but didn't speak.

After a while, a stack of papers was handed over: "Copy it."

Qian Xian's eyes lit up suddenly, and then she thought that the other party was Fu Jingcheng!So he pretended to be reserved and tweaked: "This is not good..."

"Forget it." The slender hand was about to be withdrawn, but was held tightly by Qian Xian.

After receiving the paper, he was not willing to let go of that hand, and held it gently.Fu Jingcheng's hands are so white and soft. There are some rough skin on the palms of his hands because of playing basketball, but they still feel very good...

Qian Xian didn't know what she was thinking, so she held Fu Jingcheng's hand and rubbed it for a long time... Several seconds passed before she realized it.He didn't dare to look up, thinking how he could let go without a trace.

"You, have you washed your hands?" Qian Xian raised her head and said without a word, her gaze was very serious.

"Wash it." Fu Jingcheng was slightly startled, then narrowed his eyes and said, "You think my hands are dirty..."

"No, I didn't wash my hands." Qian Xian blinked: "I'm going to wash my hands."

After speaking, he got up and left pretending to be calm.

Have you ever seen a conversation worse than this?I am not.Qian Xian slandered.Hold your palm tightly, there is still the cool temperature of Fu Jingcheng's hand on it...

It's normal to just shake hands!That's right!Qian Xian comforted herself.

The holiday ended in such a hasty way, and for Qian Xian, it meant running around for the opening song again.

It is Building No. [-], and the Department of Literature and Art.

"Qian Xian, how are you doing in charge of the opening song?" Yu Zhenruo asked.

"Still looking for someone." Qian Xian didn't lift her head.

"Qian Xian, you have to hurry up, why are you not in a hurry! So many days of vacation have been wasted..." Sun Qiaolu said.

"That's right, Xianxian. You must know that the opening is the most important part. Besides, there are so many chorus members, we need to rehearse for a long time, and the costumes must also be determined!" Hong Si's voice also sounded.

Qian Xian raised her head, her eyes were cold: "Do you two want to take over? I can give it to you."

There was silence in the classroom, Qian Xian's tone was too harsh, no one spoke.Everyone knew that Sun Qiaolu had deliberately pushed this matter to her, so no one helped.

"No, if you don't say a few words, you won't feel thirsty." Qian Xian got up and left after speaking.

"Why did she just leave! Sister?" Sun Qiaolu looked at Yu Zhenruo.

Yu Zhenruo was also wronged, and continued the meeting without saying a word.

After school, Fu Jingcheng said he wanted to train, and Qian Xian walked home alone.Thinking of Hong Si's words on the way, it was true that Sun Qiaolu was targeting her, but what Hong Si said was the truth, and time was indeed urgent.

Qian Xian went to the International Department today and invited two foreign students.There are not many people in the international department, and most of them are native speakers of English, so they can't help much.

Perhaps we should first ask the singers who are on the show if anyone is willing to learn it. After all, even if the pronunciation is not standard, no one can hear it... Qian Xian couldn't think of a good way, so she stomped her feet a little irritably.

While thinking about it, he subconsciously walked into a small supermarket.

"Can I have a pack of Marlboro? Iceblast, thanks." Qian Xian looked down at the foreign language lyrics on her phone and said to the waiter.Then I reached out to find the ID...

I searched my pockets but couldn't find it, and then I remembered that this is not the United States.

Raising his head, the waiter brother was already stunned, blushing and said: "Hello! How, howareyou?"

Qian Xian touched her head in embarrassment, and said, "Sorry, I speak Chinese. Give me a box of Marlboro. The flavor is... um, I don't know what it's called, the black one."

The waiter blankly handed Qian Xian a pack of Marlboro, with speculative eyes.

Qian Xian smiled, took another lighter, and said while paying, "I didn't smoke it."

"Oh, oh, I also think, you look so pretty, how can you smoke!" The waiter immediately smiled.

Qian Xian was noncommittal, collected the change, cigarettes and lighter, and walked out.

She walked to the park, and the aunts had already started to compete for the few old men for today's square dance performance.Many spectators surrounded the square.

In order to avoid people, Qian Xian walked slowly to the corridor where Fu Jingcheng came last time.The location of this promenade is a bit out of the way, and not many people usually come.

Qian Xian sat down against the pillar and took out a cigarette.

Almost forgot the taste.

After crushing the popcorn, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, Qian Xian coughed violently.I bought Marlboro habitually, and forgot that the smoke was a bit strong, but the heavy smoke and mint flavor made her feel less uncomfortable.

She quietly leaned against the pillar and smoked a cigarette in a daze. After smoking one, she touched another.

He had just crushed the explosive beads, but when he looked up, he saw a figure outside the corridor.

It's Fu Jingcheng.

Standing a little far away from her, Qian Xian could see that the man was looking at her coldly.

Qian Xian was suddenly a little frightened, so frightened that she wanted to cry.

She stood up, lowered her head at a loss, not daring to walk over, move, or even look at her.

Qian Xian heard Fu Jingcheng's footsteps, and she came over.Lowering her head, tears overflowed. Seeing Fu Jingcheng's feet stepping on the ground in front of her, Qian Xian turned around and wiped her tears with her hand.

"You saw it. Now you know why I bit the straw." Qian Xian turned her back to her, her voice trembling.

Fu Jingcheng didn't speak, and Qian Xian felt tormented by the silence.

Neither of them spoke again, and after a while, Qian Xian couldn't bear it anymore.Turning around, looking at Fu Jingcheng with red eyes, he said, "You have nothing to say, then I'm leaving." Qian Xian went to get her schoolbag.

"Why do you smoke?" Fu Jingcheng finally asked.

The author has something to say:

"Did you wash your hands?"

"Not washed..."

"Coincidentally, I didn't wash it either!"

"..."

This stalk can be said to be very bad!

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"I don't want you to smoke."

"why?"

"Because if you smoke, I have to inhale secondhand smoke."

"..."