When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

On Tuesday afternoon, someone called He Feng at the door, saying that someone was looking for him outside.

He brushed his sleepy hair with one hand, put the other hand in his trouser pocket, and walked lazily towards the door.

It's a girl I don't know.With a ponytail and short stature, he had to lower his head to talk to her—when he looked at this girl, she blushed, then lowered her head and dared not look at him.He asked her what was the matter.

"It's He Feng, isn't it? I'm the publicity committee member of Class [-]. Teacher Zeng asked me to inform the publicity committee members of each class that a blackboard newspaper will be published before this weekend." Her voice was very small, and the more she spoke, the smaller she was. , by the end, almost inaudible.

"Blackboard newspaper?" He suddenly remembered that he was still the publicity committee member of his class.This semester is almost over, he has not contributed at all to his duties, he has been named for a semester, and now he finally has something to do.

The girl quickly raised her eyes to glance at him, then lowered her head not daring to look at him, and said softly, "This time the blackboard paper is not limited to topics, but the content is required to be positive, and the grades will be finalized."

He nodded to show that he understood, and then thanked him.Just as she was about to turn around and enter the classroom, the girl's gnat-like voice sounded behind her again: "That..."

He looks back at her.

She blushed again, and said in a low voice, "Well, I, I heard from my senior sister that painting with paint will get higher marks than painting with chalk..."

He smiled at her, expressing his thanks for her kind reminder, but before he could finish saying thank you, the girl's face turned even redder, and then she waved her hands and ran away as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

He was a little confused.

Wang Qi was coming from the other side of the corridor and was about to enter the classroom. When passing by him, she pushed her glasses, looked at him with unfathomable eyes, and then went in.

He was a little puzzled, and then Wang Qi turned her back and said to him: "No wonder there are so many rotten peach blossoms.

He returned to his seat and thought about how to deal with the blackboard newspaper.

To draw a blackboard newspaper, one must first be able to draw, but he knows nothing about drawing.He still remembers that during the autumn outing, Luo Yunting said he could draw.

Let this person come and paint with me, then, painting blackboard newspapers has become a very happy thing.

He rested his chin on one hand, and tapped the edge of the table with the pen in his hand.

There are Chinese homework and political homework on the blackboard, as well as physics and geography. He doesn't want to write any of them. Math homework is also assigned in the morning, so he just writes math.

He stretched out his hand and poked Wei Mio's back—this person was lying on the desk writing something.Maybe it was because his attack was a little careless, Wei Mio moved forward to hide, and then turned around to ask him what's the matter.

He asked Wei Mio what was today's math homework.

"Pages 48 to 50 of the exercise book." Wei Mio pointed to the exercise book that he had just slept on as a pillow.

He said thank you, and was going to open the exercise book to have a look.Looking up, he found that Wei Mio hadn't turned around.

He joked: "What's wrong? Do you want to help me with my homework?"

Wei Mio didn't respond to his joke, but asked him what happened when he went out just now.

"Blackboard newspaper. Do you remember that I am the publicity committee member of our class? Finally it's my turn to work." He squinted his eyes, put the pencil in front of his eyes, compared to see if the edge of the table was a straight line, and then casually Answer Wei Mio's words.

"Can you draw?" Wei Mi asked.

"No, draw blindly." Sometimes he is fine and likes to write and draw on paper, but it is true that he has no talent, and his drawing can be said to be a mess.

"Blind painting?"

He thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's not true. I'm going to call Luo Yunting to help me."

Wei Mi was originally leaning sideways, but after hearing what he said, she suddenly sat facing him, as if she suddenly became serious.

The man asked: "Luo Yunting from the second class? You seem to have a good relationship with him."

He nodded casually, propped his chin, and looked out the window.

Wei Mi was silent for a while, then suddenly said something that surprised and bewildered him: "But, it seems to be more than just a good relationship."

His loose eyes suddenly retracted, looking at the person in front of him.

Wei Mi also looked at him deeply, as if telling him that he knew everything.

It was the first time he faced Wei Mio. This person was quiet and thin, with fair skin and square-rimmed glasses. He usually looked very stable, didn't talk much, and often did his own things silently.

He looked at the man, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "What do you want to say."

Wei Mio avoided his gaze, looked out the window, and said softly, "Did you know? He had a girlfriend when he was in junior high school." After finishing speaking, Wei Mio turned his head to look at him again.

He looked into the man's eyes and asked, "So?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Mio said: "So, you should know that he doesn't like boys. There will be no result between you and him, it's just your wishful thinking."

Wei Mi's state today is not the same as usual, this person seems to have become a little impetuous, not as stable as usual, nor is he as gentle and indifferent as usual.

He didn't speak, Wei Mi seemed to have noticed his abnormality, then pursed his lips and stared at him.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "How do you know that?"

Wei Mi turned his head to another place, and said in a low voice: "If a person has a heart, he can know what he wants to know no matter what."

He was taken aback, and then some complicated thoughts surged in his heart.Wei Mio is a very good front seater. He is not the same person as himself, but gets along very harmoniously. Maybe he has accepted Wei Mio in his heart and regards him as a friend.

However, anything else is impossible.

Wei Mi just said that Luo Yunting had a girlfriend in junior high school, that is to say, this person knew something about Luo Yunting's junior high school.

Can he ask?

Would Luo Yunting mind if she knew?

He couldn't help himself from asking about it.

"You know about Luo Yunting junior high school." He said softly.

But Wei Mi looked a little annoyed, this person frowned slightly, clasped his hands together and fidgeted with his fingers, and lowered his head.

He asked again: "You know that."

Wei Mi raised his head suddenly, stared into his eyes, and said, "So the only thing you care about is his, you don't care about other people's mood at all."

He looked at this person and didn't speak, he didn't know how to speak, he didn't know how to comfort him, he didn't know how to get what he wanted to know, but he didn't want to change the subject, because he knew that it would be very difficult for him to have a chance to ask this question again. thing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Mi twitched the corners of his mouth, sneered, and said, "You're too much. I won't tell you." After finishing speaking, she turned around and continued to lean on his own table. Still in a daze while doing homework.

He looked at Wei Mio's back, his thoughts were a little confused.

During dinner, he told Luo Yunting about the blackboard newspaper, and Luo Yunting agreed without much consideration.

He looked at the man with a gentle smile, unable to ask some words.

What he wants to know, Luo Yunting has no way to answer him, it's not that this person can't, but these things are scars to him.

On the rooftop that day, what he said to himself was not what he wanted to say. He Feng understood that, just like he once said, Luo Yunting is not a person who likes to confide, he is not a hypocrite who wants to express himself desperately, I want everyone to see my piece of paper, and I will not intentionally boil those emotions unless it really hurts.

But suddenly, the scars on this person became very painful on a bright day that day.

During evening self-study, he told Jiang Lan about the blackboard newspaper, and she volunteered that she could help.

"I've never done this before, so tell me what to do." He didn't know how to do it at all. Although he told Luo Yunting at the beginning that he wanted to ask him for help, it was not him who asked Luo Yunting for help. How I wish this person would come to help me paint, but I hope that I can be with this person every moment of time.

Jiang Lan smiled triumphantly: "I knew you wouldn't know anything. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be in dire straits."

He said with a blank expression, "It's not like you're going to be overwhelmed." Then he reached out and pushed the back of Jiang Lan's head, trying to wake up this complacent silly woman.

Jiang Lan was pushed by him and almost lost her balance. She grinned at him with dissatisfaction and acted fiercely. He only thought she was like a kitten with no hair yet, but she was surprisingly cute.

Knowing that she couldn't beat him, she kicked him in retaliation. Seeing him in pain, she stopped barking her teeth and continued to talk about the blackboard newspaper: "It must be painted with paint. I have to buy this, no I know if there is a commissary, I guess there should be no."

He nodded helplessly while touching his sore leg.

She continued: "What is the theme? It should be positive...I can't think of it for a while, I will ask Jing Cheng and Wanqing later, or Li Yihuan and Wang Qi...Think about what is going on in our class this semester, Can we do a blackboard newspaper?"

She looked around at the people in the classroom and found that there was no inspiration.Sighing, he continued: "Let's not talk about this first, I will definitely find someone to draw or write. I can draw, but I am definitely not enough..."

He accepted her words: "Luo Yunting can come and help us draw."

After hearing his words, Jiang Lan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and stared at him with a scrutiny: "It's Luo Yunting again?"

"Ok?"

"I said, are you two in a relationship?" Jiang Lan asked in a deep voice.

He choked for breath and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Jiang Lan laughed suddenly, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm just joking, why is your reaction the same as the real one, hahahaha..."

He was a little speechless—silly woman, you have already touched the door of the truth, and went back by yourself.

She laughed enough, and said: "But I want to remind you, recently Li Yihuan is like the eggplant beaten by Shuang. Is it because you started messing around and ended up abandoning him? You have to be responsible for him."

Where does this come from, Li Yihuan is like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, what does it have to do with him, it is obviously because of Zhong Yingying.

[The author has something to say: I didn't update it two days ago, because there were too many things, I apologize to everyone~

I will still work hard to update every day~

Lately, I have been seriously deprived of sleep. When I was a child, I didn’t feel what would happen to my body. Now I am really worried that I will die on the spot...

I hope you all read and collect the article, and comment a lot~ I really need your encouragement and support~]