An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

On a quiet night like always, Zhen Qingning pulled the bed curtains, changed her pajamas, set up the table, turned on her own lamp, and stared at the paper on the table for writing a review—if the paper had any ideas, it would definitely Tucao who is this lunatic with disheveled hair.

Zhen Qingning stroked her sleeves, picked up her pen, and considered her language.

Write the beginning of the ancestral biography familiarly.

Practice makes perfect, Zhen Qingning looked at this paper, this pen, and this lamp, and felt that she had written it down by muscle memory.

It's just changing skipping classes and playing with mobile phones into eating spicy strips.

Zhen Qingning wrote down mechanically, but suddenly put down the pen and felt a little frustrated.

Absolutely, what is this today.

Originally, I thought about it and made an agreement with Qiu Nianming.It was my fault before—although this kind of thing can't be slapped, but I was indeed at fault.

Then take advantage of the situation and tell her, I won't play with you anymore, and don't pull me along any more in the future.From now on, we will be ordinary classmates, the kind who don't give each other a look when we meet on the road.

As a result, he was interrupted—he was halfway through what he had said.

I apologized and made an appointment for dinner.

Fucked her once.

Then there is no text?

What about the plot I want?

Where do I have such a long story left?

How did it turn into writing a self-criticism?

Zhen Qingning clenched her fists and hammered her thigh hard - I'm a dog if I eat spicy sticks.

Zhen Qingning stayed up in the middle of the night, and woke up the next day with a pale face and a big dark circle under her eyes.When I combed my hair, I saw the falling hair and felt heartbroken. I couldn't help feeling that I was getting old and couldn't bear it anymore.

While brushing his teeth, Qiu Nianming was applying lipstick in front of the mirror.

Zhen Qingning looked at Qiu Nianming.

The hair is up, the eyebrows are drawn, the powder is applied, and I am still wearing lipstick.

Zhen Qingning suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

What is she going to do?

Qiu Nianming applied lipstick seriously, his lips were moist and tender.Zhen Qingning looked at it for a while, then hurriedly looked away, without asking Qiu Nianming.

After washing up, I searched the cabinet for a long time to find my own lipstick, and put on a layer for myself.

Xu Yunge couldn't stop looking at Qiu Nianming during self-study in the morning. Zhen Qingning felt uncomfortable for a while, and couldn't help asking him angrily, "What are you looking at?"

Xu Yunge sighed: "She is really white."

Zhen Qingning also took a look at Qiu Nianming, and gave Xu Yunge an unfamiliar look, her tone was still bad: "You are white if you wipe so many layers like a wall."

"Really?" Xu Yunge was dubious.

"That's right," Zhen Qingning nodded, smearing Qiu Nianming: "Look, her pores are so wiped that you can't even see it."

Xu Yunge looked at Qiu Nianming again, but didn't see anything, just nodded, feeling: "She seems to be so white every day?"

"Well, she puts it on every day," Zhen Qingning tea said, "People like me who don't even want to put lotion on their face after washing their face really envy them for being so delicate and also know how to make up. Like me, I don't know anything .”

Xu Yunge looked at Zhen Qingning carefully for a while, and asked doubtfully, "Then what's the matter with your mouth?"

Zhen Qingning paused, then remembered that she also put on lipstick today.

Xu Yunge was still looking at Zhen Qingning with doubts on his face.

Zhen Qingning didn't change her expression: "The spicy strips from yesterday made me so spicy."

Xu Yunge hesitated to speak.Zhen Qingning slapped her across the face: "Get lost, don't look at your father."

Zhen Qingning prevaricated Xu Yunge, took out her English book and notes, and began to recite phrases.

The sun is just right outside, the birds are chirping, and the sound of reading is all around.

There is a sudden burst of fragrance from the tip of the nose, the fragrance of lemon, and a little fruity fragrance.

There was also a strand or two of hair on the shoulders. The black hair was draped over the red sweater and entangled with Zhen Qingning's own hair, adding a bit of ambiguity.

Zhen Qingning held her breath and tilted her head slightly.

In the spring light coming in through the window, Qiu Nianming suddenly moved a little closer, lying next to Zhen Qingning's ear, the smell of lemon mint toothpaste in his mouth, the smell of perfume on his body, and the scent of conditioner on his hair all got into Zhen Qingning's nose .

Zhen Qingning was in chaos, but the instigator was in the noisy class, in the spring scenery, and in the lingering fragrance, smiling and whispering to her: "Your lipstick is on your teeth."

Zhen Qingning choked: "??"

She stared at Xu Yunge stiffly with her eyes wide open.

Xu Yunge also moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you brush your teeth? The pepper skin is still on your teeth."

Zhen Qingning: "..."

Let me die, thank you.

At the end of the morning, Qiu Nianming took out his lipstick to touch up his makeup again.

Zhen Qingning hugged the math book, looked at the derivative equations in the book, and looked at Qiu Nianming's face.

Math books are even more dull.

She stared blankly at Qiu Nianming putting on the lipstick, her lips were slightly parted, revealing her white teeth and bright red tongue.

Then I rubbed a little lipstick with my fingers and applied it on the apples of my cheeks as a blush.

That's fine.

Qiu Nianming wiped the last bit of lipstick on the corner of his eyes with his fingertips.

There was a blush at the end of the eyes, and the skin looked whiter.

The shallow pupils seemed to contain a river of water because of the red tail, and also seemed to be filled with sadness between the brows.

I see pity.

Zhen Qingning felt a little sad while gaining knowledge.

What is she going to do? !

Who is she going to see?

Didn't you say yesterday that you will have dinner today, that you want to explain things clearly.

Zhen Qingning took a meal, right, didn't you say that we had dinner together today?

Zhen Qingning looked at Qiu Nianming, suddenly calmed down.There is even a little pride.

When eating with me, I put on special make-up.

I make you feel a sense of crisis?

I just knew I was pretty.

Zhen Qingning sighed for a while, and sure enough, women understand women best, and started doing math problems again.

I couldn't hold back the smile on my lips.

After not laughing for a while, Zhen Qingning remembered what she wanted to do with the dinner appointment.

I want to make it clear to Qiu Nianming that I will not target her or pay attention to her in the future, and I hope she will do the same.Just pretend you never knew yourself.

But... Zhen Qingning frowned and thought about it seriously.What did I say yesterday?

Said that he was very grateful for the specimen she gave.I regretted my recklessness, and felt that I had acted very badly against her before.It seems that I have apologized?

Zhen Qingning snorted, feeling that she was about to burp.

What is this.

Zhen Qingning glanced at Xu Yunge resentfully.

If it weren't for you, I would be in this embarrassing situation? !

Feeling her gaze, Xu Yunge groped from the drawer and took out a pack of spicy sticks: "Do you want to eat it?"

still eat!

Zhen Qingning stretched her legs and kicked him hard: "Get lost!"

Originally, this matter was enough to give Zhen Qingning a headache.

As a result, before the last class, someone came to her again.

Zhen Qingning looked blankly at the man outside the window, wondering why he suddenly remembered to look for her.

As soon as she stood up, Ding Jiangting quickly handed her a handbag from under the table: "It's him, it's him, the appointment."

Zhen Qingning took the handbag and remembered it.

I went for a run yesterday, and someone gave me a handbag, saying that we would have dinner together today.

People who want to use a handbag to order their own meals are here.

Qiu Nianming looked at the people standing side by side outside the window, and then looked at Ding Jiangting: "Who is it?"

Ding Jiangting had a better relationship with Qiu Nianming, but now that he heard Qiu Nianming's question, he didn't hide anything.Explained like this.

Qiu Nianming sneered, "Oh."

Also prostitutes.

Sent a specimen, sent a dried flower, and you have dinner with me?

Zhen Qingning returned the bag to the man and explained seriously that she already had an appointment today.

The man didn't accept the handbag, but only asked Zhen Qingning, "Who is it?"

"If there is no problem," Zhen Qingning said hesitantly, "It's probably Qiu Nianming."

"Who?" The man's eyes were about to pop out: "Even if you reject me, you have to find someone who can. You and Qiu Nianming...are going to fight? Where are you fighting? Are there enough people? Don't let the teacher find out ah."

"……go to eat."

Zhen Qingning explained earnestly for a long time, before the man nodded half-believingly, he was still worried before leaving, and repeatedly told him: "Don't run too far, if she hits you, call me."

Zhen Qingning looked at this person, and for a while really couldn't remember what the note she had given him.He just nodded in response to his instruction: "Okay."

I really went to have a meal at noon.

There are no fancy things in the school cafeteria, and it relies on cleanliness to attract students.Even so, he supported all the restaurants near the school by himself.

Zhen Qingning took the dinner plate and walked from window to window, ordered seven dishes, and then wanted to buy soup.

When buying soup, Zhen Qingning hesitated for a moment. She touched the tissue in her pocket and thought carefully.

If Qiu Nianming really wants to splash herself later - she probably doesn't have the strength to pick up the plate and splash her face with fish-flavored shredded pork, chicken, rice flower, and boiled fish.

Then you can only pour soup.

The seaweed egg drop soup is probably not good, the seaweed is drooping on the hair, which is not good-looking.Can not buy seaweed egg drop soup.

The pork rib soup is not good either, it hurts when the rib hits the face.Can't buy rib soup.

Not to mention the sweet soup, which is sticky and sticky to the body.Can't buy sweet soup.

In this case it can only be...

Zhen Qingning took the bowl and asked her aunt: "Auntie, do you have any cold water?"

When he returned to his seat with two bowls of boiled water, he realized that Qiu Nianming had already bought two bowls of chicken soup.

She looked at the coriander floating on the chicken soup, the grease, and the chicken nuggets in the chicken soup. The sense of substitution was so strong that she felt that she was rubbing the oil on her clothes with the coriander on her face and the wounds from the chicken nuggets.

Zhen Qingning suffocated when she thought of the fear of being dominated by dirty clothes.

She decided to save herself.

Qiu Nianming went to get a tableware, and when he came back, there was no chicken soup on the table, only two bowls of water.

She looked at Zhen Qingning where the old god was sitting, and asked, "Have you seen the soup on the table?"

Zhen Qingning didn't speak, just shook her head.

Looking at Zhen Qingning's puzzled expression, Qiu Nianming had a rare doubt about himself, did he put it on the wrong table?

Qiu Nianming stood, looking left and right, trying to find his two bowls of soup.

Zhen Qingning pulled her to a chair and sat down: "I bought soup."

Looking at the two bowls of clear water, Qiu Nianming felt guilty for his ignorance.But after thinking about it, she never figured out when such a soup came out in the cafeteria.

Zhen Qingning patted the table: "Eat, there is something I want to tell you after eating."

Although I have given up on the matter of returning to the bridge and returning to the mountain, it is not a problem to be bored with each other every day, and we must come up with a solution.

Since this black heart lotus does something ignorant of conscience every day, then let's show mercy and take this step.

In the future, maybe the relationship will be better, and we can eat together without worrying about being splashed with soup.

Zhen Qingning thought with some relief.

A shadow suddenly fell around him.

Qiu Nianming looked up.

Jin Mao held a bowl of soup: "Zhen Qingming, I don't eat coriander."

Qiu Nianming looked at Jin Mao and the chicken soup in Jin Mao's hand, and looked at Zhen Qingning indifferently.

The golden retriever was still saying: "My tablemate has already drank the other bowl, but I haven't touched this bowl yet, do you think you want to drink it?"