The whole school is waiting for my confession

Jiang Qingyan sighed: "I really don't know when this kind of life will come to an end."

Jiang Qingyan was mentally exhausted, he thought of the teacher in charge's entrustment to him, and thought: if he continues to study like this, he might really get the first place.

Senior high school students may not work as hard as they do.

Bai Juan said, "Maybe it's over after the college entrance examination."

He asked again: "What happened to your class?"

Jiang Qingyan sighed: "It is said that I was stimulated by your class teacher and wanted to turn around before the class was assigned."

This kind of story of successful counterattack through hard work is very suitable for Bai Juan's appetite: "That's very good! Hard work will definitely pay off."

"I don't know if the hard work will pay off, but it will definitely exhaust people to death."

Jiang Qingyan suddenly felt that the last time the two of them walked together like this, it seemed like a lifetime had passed.

Bai Juan smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated."

Jiang Qingyan asked back: "Excuse me, Xueba, how can you maintain a relaxed and happy mood in the intense and tiring study?"

Bai Juan thought: "Probably thinking of something that makes you feel motivated."

"For example, your target university, or telling yourself that you will reward yourself with something after completing this question."

"Then what do you usually think about?"

Bai Juan said, "I have no distracting thoughts when I study."

Well, as expected of you.

Jiang Qingyan: "Then I know what I should think about. Lao Chen asked me to issue a military order, and I must surpass you. I am full of motivation when I think of this."

Bai Juan: "Okay, just try."

Competition is also one of the driving forces for continuous improvement

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Hearing his contemptuous tone, Jiang Qingyan pretended to be angry: "Are you looking down on me? It seems that you don't regard me as an opponent."

Bai Juan joked: "After all, you are already... 270 eighth?"

Jiang Qingyan: That's right, so I'm no longer the second in grade... I'm not worthy.

The two of them were talking and getting closer and closer, and the clothes of the two of them made a slight friction sound as they walked. Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to hold each other.

But Bai Juan was tightly wrapped, and there was no flaw in his body.

Jiang Qingyan wiped her tired white clothes with her palms, and squeezed the cold air lonely.

Jiang Qingyan: "Then tell me, if I work hard enough, can I beat you?"

Bai Juan: "It should be possible, but as long as I work hard enough, then you can't surpass me."

Jiang Qingyan: ...It's very incomprehensible.

There is a street vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes on the side of the road. In the cold wind at night, the signboard is shining in the winter night.

Jiang Qingyan involuntarily glanced over there several times when she saw Bai Juan's eyes.

So Jiang Qingyan stepped forward and bought one.

The hazy aroma enveloped the two of them, with white tired eyes shining, and they carefully opened it. The tender sweet potato meat made the index finger twitch, and he swallowed his saliva.

Bai Juan asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Jiang Qingyan shook her head: "I don't like to eat."

Bai Juan usually doesn't like to eat it, but now he just thinks that roasted sweet potatoes must be the best food in the world!So he couldn't help but want to share with him.

Bai Juan was about to ask the boss for another bag, and stuffed half of it into Jiang Qingyan's palm involuntarily.

"It's good to warm your hands."

Jiang Qingyan caught the packaging bag with one hand, and held Bai Juan's palm with the other hand.

Bai Juan's palm was warmed by the sweet potato, Jiang Qingyan nodded: "It's quite warm."

Just when Jiang Qingyan was thinking about whether to change to interlocking fingers, Bai Juan didn't leave, stopped and looked at him: "How can I eat if you pull me like this?"

Jiang Qingyan: ... Am I not as good as a sweet potato?

Bai Juan pulled his hands out, and held the sweet potato with both hands to put it in his mouth. Jiang Qingyan straightened his scarf for him.

Bai Juan said inarticulately, "It's so sweet."

Warming the stomach, warming the hands, and warming the heart, roasted sweet potatoes are a comfort to the soul in the middle of the night.

Jiang Qingyan took a sip and said, "It's really sweet."

Fortunately, tomorrow is the end of the month, there will be a New Year's Day performance in the evening, and there will be a three-day holiday after the end.

"Are you going out to play on New Year's Day?"

Bai Juan shook his head: "No."

"Then you can listen to my arrangement?"

"It's also okay."

Jiang Qingyan was in a good mood instantly, chatting with Bai Juan about their performance while eating.

Class Two's performance program is very trendy, it is a hip-hop performance, and Liu Bufan will also be on stage at that time.

Bai Juan was a little surprised, because Liu Bufan didn't seem to have artistic talent, but he could dance.

Everyone is so talented.

Bai Juan seriously considered whether he should also cultivate a useful hobby.

But when it came to the New Year's Eve party, he was a little worried. He stayed so long tonight because he was temporarily assigned a task.

Jiang Qingyan asked: "Where's your class? I heard it's a musical instrument performance, elegant."

Bai Juan sighed: "There is something wrong with the program in our class."

"what is the problem?"

Bai Juan originally wanted to say that this is the problem with me.

In the end, he still played tricks: "But it's nothing serious, you'll know when you read it tomorrow."

In the midst of everyone's attention, the New Year's Eve party finally arrived. In the afternoon, the sales of various snacks in the school supermarket also doubled.

Chen Hai, who found out his conscience that night, finally forgave them and did not assign any study tasks during the party.

And Dong Yan, the head teacher of class three, still seized the time to let every student quietly bring their homework into the arena.

Although Jiang Qingyan was not among the performers in the second class, Liu Bufan, who attached great importance to his stage, brought Jiang Qingyan the camera he bought with a lot of money, and also gave Jiang Qingyan the reason to run around the venue reasonably. by the head.

Liu Bufan dances well, and it's the only talent he can show off.He told Jiang Qingyan to record his handsomeness and outstanding dancing skills.

Jiang Qingyan said that although he will try his best, he can't blame himself if he can't take pictures, let alone the camera.

On the program list, they were the fifth in class. Jiang Qingyan guessed that the time was still very early, and immediately shuttled through the noisy and crowded seats with a camera, focusing on searching for a person's face.

As a result, the camera moved over the faces of the members of the third class one by one, but did not see the subject.

Is it possible to go to the toilet?

Jiang Qingyan was still puzzled, and while he was doing nothing, he paid attention to the movement in the auditorium and the entrance, and waited for a long time but did not wait for Bai Juan to come back.

Jiang Qingyan felt that something was wrong right now, so he casually poked a class [-] student and asked, "Where is Bai Juan?"

"Backstage."

"Is he performing?" Jiang Qingyan asked.

The classmate replied: "Yes, I don't know the specifics."

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the program list, Class [-]'s program was ranked sixth, next to theirs.

Jiang Qingyan walked behind the stage holding the camera amidst the deafening warm-up music.

There were a lot of people backstage, and most of them were wearing heavy makeup, which was very different from the usual plain-faced students.

Jiang Qingyan held up the camera and carefully identified, trying to find Bai Juan from the faces that were completely swallowed by makeup.

On the other side, Liu Bufan and others, who were anxious, were reviewing the dance steps in the corner of the backstage. Seeing Jiang Qingyan, he quickly asked him to take a group photo of them.

Jiang Qingyan shuttled among all kinds of exotic clothes, stopped when she heard the words, turned [-] degrees on the spot, and pressed the shutter immediately before the other party got into a good pose, which can be said to be quite perfunctory.

Liu Bufan and the others were in high spirits, posing desperately without realizing it.

"Brother! Take two more pictures!" Liu Bufan embraced Jiang Qingyan who was on strike, "I'll treat you to dinner then!"

The stereo was too loud, and Liu Bufan had to speak at the top of his voice.

Jiang Qingyan still turned a deaf ear to it, and at the same time turned her eyes to the other end.

Through the focus of the long lens, the person he was looking for was sitting quietly.

The tired side face occupied all his sight.Jiang Qingyan was still thinking just now, with so many people in the background, how could she recognize him?

Only now did I realize that as long as it was a back view, Jiang Qingyan could recognize him immediately.

Because Bai Juan is different, he is different from others everywhere, and will never be submerged in the crowd.

Bai Juan smiled, and the surroundings brightened up.

Liu Bufan followed Jiang Qingyan's line of sight to the other end, his myopia made him only vaguely see a group of beautiful ladies in Hanfu in the distance, and some of them were adjusting their musical instruments.

Liu Bufan hammered Jiang Qingyan: "What's the matter, my brother, he is indeed a man, but he still can't resist the temptation of beauty."

Jiang Qingyan laughed softly: "Go aside, don't block me."

Liu Bufan patted his brother on the shoulder: "Good job, remember to pat more, beauties deserve to share."

Jiang Qingyan shrugged and shrugged, and divided his position: "Who wants to share the reward with you." It's mine alone.

Liu Bufan: "Hey! Young people are immoral, be careful, I will tell Baishen to go."

Jiang Qingyan: "I'll tell it myself."

Jiang Qingyan put the camera away, and walked forward step by step. Among the flowers in the corner, Bai Juan was wearing a dark green gown with a brocade belt with cloud patterns around his waist, which looked like spring in the deep cold season.

With bright eyes and white teeth, and cloud-like hair on the temples, he looks like a young prince from an aristocratic family who got out of an ancient book.

Surrounded by girls in pink skirts and red jackets, he looked even more romantic and suave.

This is the side of Bai Juan who is usually serious and always meticulous has never appeared.