Natural Green Tea [Quick Transmigration]

He Yan and Xue Ziming shivered from the cold gaze of Gu Zhiheng, and finally woke up, a little confused.

Hesitating at this moment is tantamount to revealing his true feelings towards Ji Qiao.

He Yan was about to say "I want a standard room with Xue Ziming", when Gu Zhiheng had already turned sideways, with his ID card between his fingertips, and handed it to the front desk: "Help us open a room with a double bed."

These words knocked on the eardrums, and the lethality was so great that He Yan's heart tightened.

Gu Zhiheng still felt that it wasn't enough, after registering, he took back his ID card and room card, and glanced at them indifferently: "Let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he took Ji Qiaozhen's hand, interlocked his fingers, and pulled him towards the elevator.

Xue Ziming was aware of the tense atmosphere, and always felt something was wrong: "Brother Heng won't be angry, right. The two of us are really... so distracted at this moment."

He Yan was noncommittal: "What were you thinking just now? You fell too?"

Xue Ziming knew that what He Yan said was not about his liking for Ji Qiaozhen's status as a singer, nor was he liking for Ji Qiaozhen's status as a singer because he wanted to tease him out of interest, but was really tempted.

This is a word that did not exist in their dictionary in the past and felt very far away from them.

But Xue Ziming didn't feel ashamed to like Ji Qiaozhen, nor was he ashamed to admit: "Most likely. Ji Qiaozhen is like this, it's not normal if you don't like it."

"Yeah." He Yan also agreed, and found a reasonable excuse for the gaffe just now, "In the situation just now, it's not normal not to be distracted."

The elevator is spacious and big, resplendent and resplendent. Gu Zhiheng looked at Ji Qiaozhen from the mirror, casually played with the room card with his fingertips, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever slept with someone else before?"

Ji Qiaozhen's pupils shrank: "...?"

Gu Zhiheng also realized the ambiguity of this sentence, stared at him more intently, and raised his eyebrows: "Lying on the same bed."

Only then did the tension in Ji Qiaozhen's expression fade away: "I always sleep alone."

Gu Zhiheng hummed in a low voice: "If you go out with friends, remember to get a private room. Don't worry about the cost, and ask me to reimburse you later."

He thought of something, and said: "It's best not to go out with friends alone. Where do you want to go, first ask me. I should be able to accompany you."

He Yan and Xue Ziming's hearts were bubbling with sourness, they tossed and turned on the single bed, and couldn't even enjoy playing on their phones.

He Yan got up straight away to smoke.

Xue Ziming couldn't hold back his words: "Tell me, will Brother Heng be with you tonight..."

He Yan bit his cigarette: "No. Ji Qiao is really underage."

That being said, another cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Ji Qiaozhen and Gu Zhiheng's room is themed with red wine and roses, and the dark red tone is seductive.

After Gu Zhiheng put away his luggage, he went into the bathroom to take a shower. Ji Qiao was really busy strengthening his relationship with Xiaoyu Xiaoxia.

He didn't put down his phone until Gu Zhiheng asked him to help pass the clothes in.

Gu Zhiheng is a model of dressing to look thin and fleshy when undressing. When Ji Qiaozhen pushed the door open, the boy's broad and strong chest and thin and powerful waist came into view one by one.

His eyes followed the smooth mermaid line, and bumped into the astonishing size.

Ji Qiaozhen's eyes were burned, and in the blink of an eye, Gu Zhiheng dragged her into the bathtub and stripped her clean.

After taking a shower with Gu Zhiheng, Ji Qiaozhen's eyes were moist, and her fair skin was covered with a layer of crystal clear pink.The neck, collarbone, and skin on the body are covered with hickey marks.

Gu Zhiheng couldn't finish it, he didn't think about torture or not, he couldn't proceed to the last step of whether he could sleep, he hugged Ji Qiaozhen to the bed, clasped his wrist, pressed him and kissed him all the time.

From light licking to insatiable plundering, the hormonal breath is overwhelming.

Ji Qiao was really pressed by his scorching heat, enduring this deep kiss that seemed to never end, the misty mist in his eyes never faded away.

An uncontrollable flick of the lacquered eyelashes can make Gu Zhiheng lustful.

It's just that the double festival is coming soon, and many relatives and friends have poured in their blessings.

Gu Zhiheng not only has countless exes, but also countless close friends. Today, he did not turn off the message reminder.

The advantage over going to a high-end restaurant last time is that this time, Ji Qiaozhen received more news than Gu Zhiheng.

The senders of the news included Gu Zhiheng's friends, the fish in Gu Zhiheng's fish pond, and the people he met on the road.

Ji Qiao was really worried about not being able to reply to the message, so Gu Zhiheng frowned and said, "I'll answer the phone."

Ji Qiaozhen smelled the free air, turned over, lay down on the bed, and flipped through the phone.

There are as many people in the friend list as there are people sending him messages.

The only exception is He Yan. There is no red bubble next to his avatar. So far, there is only a reminder that he has successfully added a friend.

Even though they had only been separated for less than two hours, they still managed to get his attention.

Ji Qiaozhen clicked into He Yan's chat box, and there were seven large characters on the top: "The other party is typing..."

After waiting in place for a while, the seven big characters did not disappear.

Ji Qiao really understood, and He Yan was no exception.

He withdrew and replied a few more messages before He Yan's message popped up.

It's not a long list, but a short sentence: "There is a tofu nao restaurant in the West District that is very famous. Go there for breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Ji Qiao really knew that this was a common routine, lying on the bed and shaking her calf, she happily replied: "Okay."

He Yan's drunkard didn't mean to drink, and after a pause, he said, "Can I hear you sing if I have a chance?"

He Yan: "I can also sing for you."

Ji Qiaozhen immediately pressed the voice button, sang for 60 seconds and sent it, with a low voice: "I saw this song was posted on your circle of friends, so I sang it, I hope you like it."

He Yan originally wanted to invite Ji Qiaozhen to sing next time, but he didn't expect him to send it directly, and was so surprised that he almost lost his grip on the phone.

When Gu Zhiheng came back from the rooftop, he saw Ji Qiaozhen laying on the bed, his waist and hips were eye-catching.White and clean, as if letting him do anything.

This picture is undoubtedly attractive visually, and what is even more attractive is the tune humming softly in his throat.

This was the first time Gu Zhiheng heard Ji Qiaozhen sing in private, and the chorus seemed familiar, but it wasn't in his playlist, and he couldn't remember where he heard it.

His throat was a little dry: "Are you humming?"

Ji Qiao really exited the chat box unhurriedly: "Yes."

Gu Zhiheng: "What else can you sing, come and listen to it."

Ji Qiaozhen: "I'm a fast learner, I can sing to you whatever you want to hear."

Gu Zhiheng found an English song with a low pitch, Ji Qiao really listened to it once, and quickly learned it.

As Gu Zhiheng expected, he sang this song with a sexy voice, like a lover whispering in his ear.

Gu Zhiheng looked at Ji Qiaozhen's red lips opening and closing, and her beautiful Adam's apple that vibrated slightly, and couldn't help but hug him on his lap and sit.

Ji Qiaozhen took advantage of the situation to hook Gu Zhiheng's neck, her lips were very close to his earlobe, and her moving voice mixed with warm breath penetrated into his cochlea together.

Not long after, he felt something hard stuck under his buttocks, and he rubbed it twice carelessly.

When the matter developed to the end, Gu Zhiheng threw him on the big bed again, hugged his waist and pressed him again, and blocked his lips.

It seemed as if whenever the two of them were alone, it would end up reverting to endless kisses.

Seeing Gu Zhiheng's handsome facial features magnified in front of his eyes again, Ji Qiaozhen's lips and the tip of her tongue hurt a little, and she shivered: "Do you still want to kiss?"

"Can't stand just kissing?" Gu Zhiheng caressed the corners of his moist eyes, his eyes became darker, he swept towards the French windows with a hint of hint, and snorted, "Then what should we do next?"

Ji Qiaozhen almost kicked him out of bed.

Xue Ziming found that He Yan suddenly fell silent, and his expression returned to a relaxed and happy mood, as if he had come out of the restless mood, he was both curious and envious.

He raised the volume of his voice to ensure that He Yan could hear him wearing headphones: "What are you listening to?"

He Yan poked his fingers in the WeChat voice box and said, "A new song, it's very nice."

Xue Ziming: "Which song? Send it to listen to it?"

He Yan casually found a song from the leaderboard and gave it to him.

Xue Ziming went in enthusiastically, half a minute later, his face was as long as a cucumber.

The name of this song is so literary and artistic, and the style of the song is so indescribable.

Xue Ziming felt that his ears were going deaf, and he really couldn't understand how He Yan could be healed from this kind of song.

"It doesn't sound good at all, you don't have good taste now?"

He Yan didn't know what he sent to Xue Ziming, so he said perfunctorily, "Really? This song ranks very high, maybe it's because you have a tricky taste."

Xue Ziming thought to himself, could it be that he listened to Ji Qiaozhen's singing too much and found fault with others?

But he didn't think it was right, and he didn't listen to it many times.

Finally tossing and falling asleep, in the dream, Xue Ziming always felt that Ji Qiao was really singing.

He didn't know that it was He Yan who played Ji Qiaozhen's voice at a very low volume while he was asleep. He thought it was a sickness from longing, and he was hallucinating in his dreams.

The next day, He Yan couldn't have breakfast with Ji Qiaozhen after all, because Gu Zhiheng slept until noon and didn't wake up.

He had a face full of anger between man and god, with a relaxed and lazy expression, and his eyelids drooped in a dawdly manner, which seemed to mean that "the king will not go to court early from now on".

The left hand with well-defined metacarpal bones is more like sticking to Ji Qiaozhen's right hand, holding it wherever he walks, and not separating until he checks out.

The corners of Ji Qiaozhen's lips were also slightly red and swollen, as if caused by too many kisses.Colliding with his innate sense of nobility, it made people feel distracted and jealous.

Their moods were sluggish, and their lunches were dull.

He Yan played Ji Qiaozhen's song on a loop in his mind, and he could still get some comfort from it.

Xue Ziming was completely at a loss, with a slumped face, as if the sky was falling.

At the bar at night, Xia Qingyang's voice was worried, and he got up to grab Ji Jiawei's glass, but she broke away.

"Sister Jiawei, stop drinking, drinking too much alcohol is bad for your health..."

Ji Jiawei grew up in social circles and has a good capacity for alcohol, but this time she drank to the point of drunkenness.

Xia Qingyang knew the reason for all this.

The last time he left Gu Zhiheng's villa and returned to school, he was fully expecting that Ji Qiaozhen's reputation would be discredited, but he heard his classmates happily sharing Ji Qiaozhen's WeChat account, talking about him in the corridor and the second international class How absurd the confrontation was, as if they were not from the international class themselves, and the defeat of the second international class of the second year of high school had nothing to do with them.

Not only did Ji Qiaozhen not steal the class fee as he and Gu Zhiheng said, Ji Jiawei also became the object of being excluded from the second international class because she targeted Ji Qiaozhen and replaced Shang Linci.

As for Ji Jiawei's girlfriends, all fell in love with Ji Qiaozhen. They would rather betray their friendship with her for more than a year, and choose to stand with Ji Qiaozhen.

Jiang Chiyue was even more merciless, and publicly expressed his dislike for Ji Jiawei. Many people in the school knew that she liked Jiang Chiyue, and Ji Jiawei was not only hurt by Jiang Chiyue, but also humiliated.

Today, Ji Jiawei has only one friend left.

Although Xia Qingyang cherishes his reputation and doesn't like to be with influential people, he and Ji Jiawei have been friends for many years. Along the way, Ji Jiawei has helped him a lot, so he can't be a white-eyed wolf.

Facing Ji Jiawei's confession, he listened earnestly and comforted him earnestly.

Ji Jiawei chattered endlessly about the source of Ji Qiaozhen's money: "Where did Ji Qiaozhen get the money? Are my inferences unreasonable? Why are they all targeting me?"

Xia Qingyang bit his lip, he knew this better than anyone else: "Maybe Gu Zhiheng gave it to him."

Ji Jiawei's eyes widened, and she stood up excitedly: "Gu Zhiheng? When did they get married?"

Xia Qingyang pulled her to sit down: "...it won't be long."

Ji Jiawei frowned: "When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me?"

Xia Qingyang pursed her lower lip slightly.

Before Ji Jiawei looked down on Ji Qiaozhen, he was embarrassed to speak up, but now that Ji Jiawei has also lost to Ji Qiaozhen, he no longer feels ashamed.

From his meek look, Ji Jiawei guessed the reason: "It turns out that he was the vixen who fascinated Brother Heng. What I said at the time - don't worry, Brother Heng will get tired of playing."

If Ji Qiao really has money because of Gu Zhiheng, she doesn't need to worry.

As we all know, Gu Zhiheng is extremely indifferent to feelings, the person he hugs in the morning and the person he hugs in the evening are not the same person.

For a prince like him, no matter how good-looking Ji Qiao really is, it can't change the frivolity in his bones.

What's more, without the blessing of the Ji family, Ji Qiaozhen and Gu Zhiheng's status are very different, and it is impossible for them to go far.

As long as Gu Zhiheng leaves him, Ji Qiaozhen will lose everything and return to her original form.

She hoped that Ji Qiaozhen would fall in love with Gu Zhiheng as much as possible, and that it would be best to give up all her feelings, and then be ruthlessly abandoned by Gu Zhiheng.

The feeling of being in the mud all the time is far less sour than climbing to a high place and then falling.

Ji Jiawei felt a tinge of pleasure in her heart, but Xia Qingyang interrupted her thoughts.

"But this time, I feel that Brother Heng...is different from the past."

Ji Jiawei sneered: "What's the difference? Isn't it still indifferent?"

Xia Qingyang: "He doesn't necessarily treat Ji Qiao as indifferent."

Ji Jiawei sneered: "Then why didn't he tell the world, and posted on Moments that he and Ji Qiao were really in love? He didn't even want to make it public, what kind of sincerity."

Xia Qingyang turned on the phone, Gu Zhiheng's circle of friends was only visible for three days, and it was blank.

Even though he knew that Gu Zhiheng never posted on Moments, he was still persuaded by Wei Wei and Ji Jiawei.

Ji Jiawei: "Just for fun, I know Ji Qiaozhen, at best he is a vixen. I realized that I am good-looking and used it to deceive these people. When he reveals his true nature, everyone can see his disguise. How could you still like him?"

Xia Qingyang: "Pretend?"

Ji Jiawei was drunk and emotional: "Ji Qiaozhen is not good at studying at all, and he doesn't like studying. He is useless, and he was born to be inferior—"

She spoke confidently, as if she knew Ji Qiao really well.

Xia Qingyang: "Sister Jiawei, you used to have a lot of contact with Ji Qiaozhen."

"It's just a bit of a festival." Ji Jiawei clinked glasses with him, "It may not be convenient for me to target him at school in the future, so I have to trouble you."

Xia Qingyang was slightly taken aback, feeling a little embarrassed, but did not refuse.

At this moment, another corner of the bar suddenly boiled, and the faces of the people near their seats were also stained with joy, rushing towards the stage.

Xia Qingyang didn't know what happened, and looked puzzled: "Since when did the business of this bar get so good?"

Ji Jiawei didn't take it seriously: "Maybe some band is here."

When the singing started over there, Ji Qiaozhen's voice came, and Ji Jiawei frowned slightly, always feeling that something was not right.

Xia Qingyang didn't think too much about it, he just thought about how well he sang, if only he had such a good voice.

It wasn't until there was a small problem with the sound system that Ji Qiaozhen said a few words that they realized something, and their facial expressions became stiff.

"The person who is singing is...Ji Qiaozhen?" Xia Qingyang's hands and feet were a little cold, "Could it be that his accommodation fee was earned by himself from a part-time job?

Ji Jiawei: "How is it possible, how much money can a resident singer earn?"

A lady who was passing by Hei Changzhi stopped, and interjected with contempt: "How is it impossible? What is the accommodation fee? The salaries of the resident singers in this bar are quite high. My friend graduated from the Conservatory of Music. , the boss was very picky and didn't hire him."

Ji Jiawei gritted her teeth and said, "Then why did you hire him?"

"Then you don't have to ask. If you sing well, you can't be a related household. The boss is not from this city, nor married."

The girl's best friend said: "You know that little brother, is he in the same school as you? A school with high boarding fees...could it be a middle school? He is so young."

Ji Jiawei just didn't like the way everyone was flocking to Ji Qiao, so she put down her wine glass with a snap, and pulled Xia Qingyang towards the stage.

Xia Qingyang was worried that Ji Jiawei would confront Ji Qiaozhen, because she was more agitated than usual because of drunkenness, obviously now was not the right time.

But Xia Qingyang soon realized that his worry was unnecessary, because there was a lot of voices at the edge of the stage, and they couldn't squeeze in even if they wanted to.

Even if it was a small stage, Ji Qiaozhen's personal charm was completely exposed, dazzling like a superstar of this era.

Ji Jiawei saw that Ji Qiaozhen, who had been unable to sing a single line in KTV in the past, actually shined brilliantly on the stage, her face was blue and white.

Xia Qingyang was also taken aback for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Gu Zhiheng sitting in the corner.

The boy has cold eyebrows, deep contours, long legs crossed together, casually swirling the wine glass, handsome and attractive, every part is his favorite appearance.

Xia Qingyang was not in the mood to appreciate it at this time, and ignored Ji Jiawei's objection, and pulled her away: "Sister Jiawei, sister Jiawei, let's go..."

It took Xia Qingyang a lot of effort to drag Ji Jiawei away from the bar.

Before leaving, Ji Jiawei did not forget to drink up the wine in her glass. She was quite drunk, and walked forward in a serpentine shape, muttering in her mouth.During the fight with Xia Qingyang, the clothes were also wrinkled.

People came and went on the street, casting surprised glances at them one after another.

Xia Qingyang felt ashamed and got her into a taxi with a red face.

After that, Ji Qiaozhen would still go to the bar to sing, while Gu Zhiheng would hide in the crowd.

On days when he doesn't go to the bar, Ji Qiao will really take pictures of the homework he is writing to Gu Zhiheng, to prove that he is staying in the dormitory to study in peace.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have anyone around him.

During the few days of the long international holiday, Qiao Sheng was scribbling and drawing in a notebook.

Seeing that he didn't go home or go to the library, his roommate didn't feel bored just working there by himself, and was full of interest, so he couldn't help asking: "What are you doing, Shengsheng?"

"Ah no, it's nothing." Qiao Sheng pulled away from his own world, almost biting his tongue, and subconsciously blocked the notebook cover.

These are the notes he made for Ji Qiaozhen. There are two stick figures drawn on it, they are him and Ji Qiaozhen.

On the night of the [-]th, Qiao Sheng finally finished the work and sent the notebook to Ji Qiaozhen's dormitory.

His eyes sparkled: "Brother Qiao Zhen, these are the notes I made, I hope they are useful to you."

Ji Qiaozhen rubbed the top of his hair, and said with a gentle smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Qiao Sheng shook his head: "No trouble, I also reviewed it when I was sorting it out."

Ji Qiaozhen: "Then you keep a copy for yourself."

Qiao Sheng agreed wholeheartedly: "This one must be given to you."

Ji Qiaozhen: "I'll make a copy tomorrow, and I'll copy it for you."

Qiao Sheng said eagerly, "I'll go with you."

"Okay." Ji Qiaozhen's smiling eyes fell on the cover of the notebook, "You drew this?"

Josh blushed and hummed.

Ji Qiaozhen pinched his face: "Have you ever learned how to draw?"

Qiao Sheng: "Yes, how do you know?"

Ji Qiaozhen: "Because it can be seen that your paintings are very aura."

Josh: "Really?"

Ji Qiaozhen: "Really."

Qiao Sheng's heart was hit lightly, and his eyelashes fluttered down: "Actually..."

Ji Qiaozhen: "Actually what?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Sheng withdrew his emotions and said with a smile, "Can you let me go in and have a sit?"

Ji Qiaozhen's dormitory is clean and tidy, and the books are put away in different categories, which is pleasing to the eye.

The floors are also spotless and feel like home.

There was also a scent of bathing fragrance, which was from Ji Qiaozhen's body.

"Brother Qiao Zhen, your dormitory is so beautiful. It has more atmosphere than the library." Qiao Sheng took Ji Qiaozhen's hand and rubbed against him, "From now on, I will come to study with you every night, okay?"

Fearing that Ji Qiaozhen would refuse, Qiao Sheng rolled his eyes, and even started moral kidnapping: "We can study that notebook together."

After that, Qiao Sheng would come to Ji Qiaozhen's dormitory at night with books in his arms.

Qiao Sheng started to tutor Ji Qiaozhen, and the progress of the teaching was much faster than he imagined.

Ji Qiao is really not stupid at all, but also very smart.

When Ji Qiaozhen proposed another solution, Qiao Sheng grabbed his hand excitedly.

The physical touch made his heart beat like a drum, and he was reluctant to let go.

Ji Qiaozhen just smiled and let him hold on.

After returning to the dormitory, Qiao Sheng still felt a little numb in his hands.

After he entered the bathroom, he took a long shower.

Qiao Sheng hasn't done this kind of thing for a long time, but today he held Ji Qiaozhen's hand for a long time, and the feeling of touch still stays in his palm.

His little face was flushed red, and Ji Qiaozhen's figure was all in his mind.

After the National Day, the board newspaper asked for finalization.Because it is the first blackboard report after the start of school, the theme is class cohesion.

He Qiurui stepped onto the podium and pushed his glasses: "I will be in charge of the blackboard this time. If there are students who are willing to help, you can come to me."

He was dressed in a school uniform, with a serious tone, like a top student from a key class.

The classmates in the class thought they had gone to the wrong class, and were taken aback for a while.

"What kind of wind has He Qiurui had recently, he's full of righteousness, hahaha."

"Did Lin Jianguo buy He Qiurui? If you ask me, I'm confused. It's just a blackboard newspaper. It doesn't matter if you can judge or not."

"However, He Qiurui and Ji Qiaozhen have a good relationship. I want to sit at the front and back tables with Ji Qiaozhen."

This blackboard newspaper is the first time since the beginning of school that the rankings will be ranked.

However, the whole school is used to class [-] being the bottom in all aspects, and the students in the class are also the same, without any sense of urgency.

He Qiurui has an introverted personality. When he stood on the podium for the first time, he was a little confused.

He cleared his cough and tried his best to express the semantics clearly: "No. I am more interested in it. I don't want our class to be the last one. If we win the prize, the head teacher will also have a bonus..."

He inadvertently mentioned a word, and said: "If there is no one, I will come by myself."

The class was still buzzing with each other, but when He Qiurui talked about the head teacher's bonus, he fell silent again.

They gave face to download the app that Lin Jianguo bought with a lot of money, and answered the questions a few times for the sake of anonymity.

But after several attempts, I found that my learning talent was really impressive, so I slowly gave up.

The usage rate of the app in the [-]th class continued to decline, and it gradually became useless, declaring that the money was wasted.

Even if the money was not paid by them, it still makes people feel heartbroken.

The salaries of teachers in middle a are high, but Lin Jianguo is not included.

Because he was in charge of Class [-], among all the teachers, his treatment was the worst.

People's hearts are fleshy. Although they are a bit rebellious, they can tell who treats them well and who treats them badly.

He Qiurui is ready to go it alone. He has collected enough blackboard templates on the Internet and borrowed books on this topic from the library, so he has a preliminary idea.

Even if no one helps him, he still wants to do the job well with his own efforts.

But He Qiurui did not expect that several people would come to him after class.

For him, manpower is enough.

He Qiurui didn't just talk, he showed full energy.

He organized blackboard group discussions, brainstormed, and stayed up all night to come up with a detailed plan.

When I arrived in the classroom a few days later, I had another stack of printed coloring pages in my hand.

The members of the blackboard newspaper team were all moved by him: "You are so serious, He Qiurui, I have never seen anyone who published a blackboard newspaper and wrote such a detailed plan, I am so embarrassed..."

He Qiurui still just pushed the glasses frame: "It's okay, I do these things, and it also improves my personal ability."

He has always wanted to change the status quo of his life, but lacks courage and determination.

The junior high school is not good, and the class style is extremely bad. Students who study honestly will not only be excluded, but also suffer from school violence.

At that time, he didn't even dare to study secretly, and all his goals and expectations could only stay at the ideal level.

Now the environment in Class [-] is so rare, he found that compared with his past experience, even a strange look is insignificant, he can learn to bear it.

Lin Jianguo also noticed the dedication and hard work of the blackboard newspaper team, so he showed up in the teaching building after [-] o'clock in the evening to see them.

"Lin Jian..." The students were used to calling the teacher's name in private, and when the words came to their lips, they suddenly changed their words, "Mr. Lin, why are you here?"

Lin Jianguo put an oversized aluminum foil incubator on the table: "I don't know if you like to drink this."

All the heads of the blackboard newspaper team looked over.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a signature milk tea from a milk tea shop near the school.

Lin Jianguo bought as many copies as there were of them.

The students really didn't expect this kind of treatment, and they were so excited.

Until Lin Jianguo left, they still felt dazed: "Lin Jianguo is actually really good. I have never seen such a good teacher. Let alone my junior high school class teacher, let alone bring us milk tea. I have to scold a few words."

"Actually, thinking about it, he has always been very kind to us, but no one cared when the school started."

Thinking of the attitude towards Lin Jianguo at that time, I felt quite uncomfortable.

In the end, this sense of guilt turned into strength, and the blackboard newspaper team worked hard and finished the blackboard paper overnight.

From the prototype to the completion, it looks good, not only the students in the class are shocked, but also the teachers are shocked.

Every time I walk into the classroom, I can't help but sigh with emotion. Although the grades of the students in Class [-] this year are not very good, they are very talented in art.

"After reading all of this, the blackboard newspapers they published are not comparable to yours. Except for Qiao Sheng who learned to draw, what are the others drawing? Not to mention that they must surpass the first class and win the first place, No.2 must be It can be stabilized. Anyway, there are two special prizes, and the task given to you by the teacher will definitely be completed."

Ye Zhuo stopped in the middle of speaking.

At the moment, the class signs above their heads are Class [-].

Different from the expected perfunctory, every detail of the [-]th class board report shows the intention.It is the best one of them all the way, except for the first class of senior one.

Xia Qingyang's footsteps were also fixed, and he looked at the blackboard newspaper behind the classroom, his smile froze slightly.

Ye Zhuo snorted and comforted him: "I think our class looks better..."

However, Xia Qingyang's perception was very clear. Compared with the two classes of blackboard newspapers, the first international class did not have an obvious advantage.

It can only be said that there is no distinction between equals.

Xia Qingyang gritted his teeth. He would not allow Class [-] to be ranked higher than Class [-] International. If you lose to anyone, you can't lose to Class [-].

Class [-] is not only the bottom of the class in all aspects and looked down upon by others, but also the class where Ji Qiaozhen is.

This blackboard newspaper is mostly in charge of Ji Qiaozhen.

Ji Qiaozhen had already had enough limelight in school, he couldn't let him continue to be famous.

Early on Monday morning, class [-] walked into the class, and was horrified to find that the blackboard had been destroyed.

The original neat area was completely changed by chalk dust, like looking at flowers through fog.

At this moment, there is less than half an hour left before the selection.

No matter those who participated in the drawing of blackboard newspapers or those who did not participate in the drawing, they all appeared anxious and sullen.

A group of people who are indifferent to the collective honor of the class can hardly stay out of it.

"Who the hell did the immoral thing? Don't you understand how awesome our class is? Do you understand what fair competition is?"

"I'm rebellious, fuck, call me in class if something happens in the future, if I let others bully me like this, I will lose."

"I'm really not reconciled. The blackboard newspaper team has been preparing for such a long time, and I could have won the award."

He Qiurui's lips turned white from biting, and the sound of the ticking second hand was like a spell calling for death.

There are only 10 minutes left in the time, and it is obviously too late to redraw.

When Ji Qiaozhen walked into the classroom through the back door, he barely made a sound, but everyone looked at him in unison.

"Brother Qiao Zhen, do you think our blackboard newspaper can still be saved?"

He Qiurui also looked at him for help.

At some point, Ji Qiao really became their backbone, the first person they thought of and the strength they most hoped to rely on in times of crisis.

Ji Qiaozhen turned her head, her eyelids moved slightly.

The classroom fell silent, seeing Ji Qiaozhen's calm face, suddenly he didn't feel so flustered.

Half a minute later, Ji Qiao really lived up to everyone's expectations and said, "Don't worry, everyone, I have some ideas, maybe it will work."

Ji Qiaozhen had participated in the drawing of blackboard newspapers before, and the responsible part was not the main body.

He was a painter in his previous life, and his accomplishments in art are far beyond that of ordinary high school students.

If he was the one in charge of the poster, he might be able to win the grand prize directly, but He Qiurui showed his attitude from the very beginning, he didn't want to overwhelm the host.

Just inadvertently provide him with some important hints.

Someone handed over chalk boxes of various colors, without even asking him what he thought, trusting him unconditionally.

Ji Qiaozhen put forward new ideas on the basis of the original blackboard newspaper, even on the traces of the destroyed blackboard newspaper.

He didn't say much, picked up the chalk and started to draw.

He has a pair of dexterous hands, and he has painting experience accumulated in the previous world.

Time is ticking.

The boy in the back row even stood on his stool, took down the high-hanging clock, and removed the battery, so that it would not make any sound, disturbing Ji Qiaozhen's mind.

They don't care how much time is left, how much Ji Qiao can really accomplish.

Now that she has accepted the worst outcome, it will be a surprise how much change Ji Qiao can really bring about.

But obviously, the surprise this time came a bit bigger.

After 10 minutes, the chaotic fog turned into sprinkled stars, bringing a shocking visual impact.

The students in the class were also stunned as they watched the whole process.

No matter how difficult it is to close the opened mouth, there is even an urge to burst into tears.

After returning to his seat, the person in charge of the competition came before he recovered.

Her eyes widened slightly, and after the obvious surprise in her expression, she showed a gratified smile.

Not only did he use the camera provided by the school, but before leaving, he also took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the poster.

Class [-] was incoherent.

Does the action of the person in charge mean that their blackboard newspaper is brilliant enough that people are even willing to take pictures as souvenirs?Should be able to get a good ranking, right?

Because Ji Qiaozhen said, "My inspiration is also short-lived, and I came up with it on the basis of He Qiurui. He paid the most for the blackboard newspaper, and you should thank him, as well as every student in the blackboard newspaper group." He Qiurui received many thanks and praises , This is an introvert he has never experienced.

He turned around and said to Ji Qiaozhen: "You came up with many important ideas and novel ideas. I can work hard, but inspiration and talent are hard to come by. Ji Qiaozhen, you don't have to give all the credit It's all mine."

"He Qiurui, there is one thing I didn't tell you." Ji Qiaozhen said, "I'm not sure if it was because I offended the person that the newspaper was destroyed. If so, I have to say sorry to you."

He Qiurui: "There is no need to talk about this between us, at least the result is good. As long as you didn't do this, it has nothing to do with you."

His original intention was to alleviate Lin Jianguo's financial crisis, as long as this goal was achieved, it didn't matter how it was achieved.

Ji Qiaozhen smiled: "Then you don't have to be polite to me."

The final evaluation results were announced on the radio, and all grades and classes in the school could hear it.

The students in Class [-] thought this was a platoon, so they put up all their energy and closed the doors and windows to prevent even flies from entering. Except for the radio, the class could hear needles falling.

However, the third prize, the second prize, and the first prize were broadcast one by one, but Class Fourteen never appeared, and there was a short silence on the broadcast.

The class fell into confusion and dead silence. Could it be that they were manipulated in secret?

Just when they were disheartened, the special prize class was broadcast on the radio, Class [-], Class [-], Class [-], Class [-], one after the other, slowly and clearly read out.

Only then did they know that there was a special prize in the blackboard newspaper awards, which was more honorable than the first prize.

Their mood suddenly rushed from the trough to the clouds, and goosebumps fell off their bodies.

And in the order of the broadcast, they are still ahead of the senior one class, which means that their scores are higher than the senior one class, which is the highest score in the whole grade.

Class [-] burst into cheers and celebrated with great fanfare, and the whole school was refreshed.

Class [-] will not always be the bottom one, and it may be the first.

No matter who participated in the class or not, the touch at this moment is real.

This blackboard newspaper competition, which no one took seriously at the beginning, has become a competition for this autumn.