born to you

He Jing wished Luo Mingshan a perfect relationship from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time looked down on his emphasis on beauty and despise learning from the bottom of his heart.

Sitting on the bed in the dormitory, He Jing took out his homework and threw it on Luo Mingshan's desk, saying earnestly: "I understand the excitement and joy of your boss finally getting out of the order, but can you respect your studies a little? You can still be in the top [-] in your age, and you were not in the top [-] in the last midterm, so why don't you do your homework at all?"

Luo Mingshan has never been an ignorant person, it's just that Yuan Qinyue took up too much energy during this time, so he just brushed it together when he came to their dormitory every night to find He Jing to make up lessons last week. After a few days of papers, the laziness at other times made He Jing want to hit someone.

But he couldn't care less about these things right now. After confessing his love to Yuan Qinyue yesterday, although everyone dispersed, Luo Mingshan, as a new boyfriend, naturally wanted to send his girlfriend home.In fact, it couldn't be delivered to the door of the house. Yuan Qinyue lived in a high-end villa area with extremely strict security, so Luo Mingshan sent it to the door of the community and left.

Before leaving, Yuan Qinyue raised her feet and hugged him.

After this hug, he returned home excitedly and lay on the bed for half a day without falling asleep. As a result, he didn't get up until noon on Sunday, so he naturally didn't have time to do his homework.

This is the scene where He Jing hates iron but not steel.

Seeing that Luo Mingshan didn't pay much attention to his words, He Jing just nodded perfunctorily and continued to copy his homework, a little annoyed, picked up his mobile phone to send a message, ready to stimulate him.

After a while, He Jing sent Luo Mingshan a screenshot of the chat conversation.

He Jing: Did you ask your class to post your target university during the first class meeting?

This is the practice of Linliang No. [-] High School. At the beginning of the school year, the key classes of each grade must first set up one of the best universities at home and abroad as their goal for the college entrance examination in three years, and then write it on a post-it note and paste it to someone in the class. A place where you can push yourself all the time.

Li Qi: Yes.

Li Qi: I am still writing about Hua'an University.

Li Qi: [Show cute star eyes]

He Jing: Which one did Yuan Qinyue write about?

Li Qi: ...So I wanted to ask her, the black class will take a look after I go.

Li Qi: I just read it. She wrote about Jingli University of Science and Technology.

Li Qi: Tsk tsk tsk, this school is not easy to take the exam, but her academic performance should be able to pass the exam.

He Jing: Does she usually get good grades?

Li Qi: More than just good!In the last mid-term exam, we were second in class and fifth in age!The total score is more than 900!

To be honest, He Jing was taken aback when she saw this score. Because of her poor thinking in science, when she learned nine subjects at the same time, He Jing could only score 1000 or [-] points when the total score was more than [-]. .

At that time, even Luo Mingshan's total score was higher than him.

so what?Regardless of mathematics, his liberal arts will always be number one.

However, He Jing still wanted to challenge her endurance, so she asked cheaply:

How much is the first score in your class?

Li Qi: 920 points higher than Yuan Qinyue, [-] four.

He Jing: ...how about the age ranking?

Li Qi: Also number one.

He Jing thought to himself, is this freshman year so scary?

He Jing: Who is it?

Li Qi: Me.

He Jing: ...

Then when you told him about Yuan Qinyue's score just now, what "kneeling and worshiping" emoji did you send?

What a big-tailed wolf!

He Jing sent a screenshot of the above chat conversation to Luo Mingshan, and Dun Dun taught: "Look at Yuan Qinyue, fifth in grade, with a total score of 870. I remember that your highest ranking was also in the first year of high school. Only tenth, [-] points?"

Luo Mingshan stopped writing, took the phone and glanced at the screenshot He Jing sent him: "... I know Brother Jing, I will start to endorse from tonight."

What He Jing didn't say was that he was also planning to study mathematics seriously. After all, Hua'an University's literature research is second to none among domestic universities.

It just so happened that Lao Liu's mathematics was scheduled for the three-session evening self-study in the evening.

So He Jing stared at the whole class with strange eyes, took a workbook and walked up to the podium, and said humbly: "Teacher, can you help me read this question?"

Lao Liu taught He Jing for a year and a half, and this was the first time he was questioned by He Jing. To be honest, the number of times He Jing listened carefully in his class was very few.

"Okay, how can you not know all three steps of this question?" Lao Liu is a teacher after all, and he is always a student who likes to be sensitive and eager to learn.

He Jing was modest and unequivocal: "Not at all."

... Well, no, no, as long as he is willing to learn, his old Liu is willing to teach!

So He Jing shamelessly monopolized the entire evening math self-study, and only after learning one unit of questions in a row was he willing to return home with a full load.

The study committee members in the class and the top students in the class watched tremblingly.

He Jing, who only opened the soul of liberal arts and science masters, is already so shocking. They have to check their papers carefully every time they come to the exam, for fear that a mistake will cause a loss of points and He Jing will catch up with their total score and ranking... …

He Jing, who was able to get into the top ten of his grade only by his liberal arts scores, now says he wants to learn mathematics?

The top students in the class couldn't help but gasped, as if they had seen the raging fire burning on He Jing's body, and the fire was burning towards the throne of the first in the grade.

He Jing didn't think too much about it. After all, his mathematics knowledge is blank. Although there is indeed a lot of room for improvement, it is not certain how much he can learn. What he can learn is something to be discussed.

He has always disliked doing things he is not sure about. If he doesn't get the desired result, isn't it a waste of time?

But this time is different...

after all……

Hua'an University is indeed not bad.

After the first evening self-study class, the class leader who went to hold a class meeting finally returned to class, and brought back a big news.

"On New Year's Day this year, our school will celebrate its 50th anniversary. So the school leaders will hold a New Year's Day and school celebration party, requiring each class to submit a program, and the program will be reviewed next week. Let's all think about collectively producing a program. Which program is better."

"chorus--"

"dance--"

"Recite—"

"Drama—"

……

The class became lively, and a group of people discussed and offered opinions in one go.

The squad leader made a gesture and signaled everyone to calm down first: "Then everyone write down the format of the program you like, and we will vote for it at the class meeting tomorrow. In addition, the party is to choose a host. If you are interested, you can sign up first. Give it to me, I will help you report the list to the school, but you must do it as soon as possible, the selection will be at noon tomorrow."

While copying the knowledge points summarized in He Jing's history book, Luo Mingshan listened with his ears closed. He poked He Jing, who was also studying hard, with his elbow: "Brother Jing, let's go to select the host! Just now Yue Yue and her class said that the host has a lot of benefits, and Yue Yue has also signed up."

He Jing was born with no literary talents, and he couldn't do activities such as dancing and singing with everyone. When he thought about it, the host would just read the script on the stage and announce it. The problem of trigonometric functions is dead.

No, how can the cos and sin formulas be so similar?

Luo Mingshan quickly raised his hand: "Squad monitor! He Jing and I want to sign up as hosts!"

Seeing this, several girls in the class also raised their hands to sign up, although the number of hosts is required to be two men and two women?In their opinion, He Jing's outstanding facial features and figure will definitely be picked to be the host. If they can partner with him, maybe they can chat with He Jing during the rehearsal process and gradually develop a relationship .

It just means they think too much.

He Jing was not selected.

At noon on Monday, in the activity room of the radio station, all the students who came to select the qualifications for the host of the school evening sat in a row, and read their manuscripts on stage one by one in the order of roll call.

Due to the extremely high work efficiency of the class monitors of the second and third grades of high school, the names of Luo Mingshan and He Jing were written at the top of the list.

Luo Mingshan was the first to be called up, walked over without being humble, picked up the manuscript on the table, and read out the contents with a smile:

"Dear teacher, dear students, good evening everyone. Today, our Linliang No. [-] High School ushered in her first birthday. I am honored to be able to spend this birthday with everyone. At the same time, today is also the New Year's Day ..."

Luo Mingshan was originally tall and smooth, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes. When he smiled, it was easy to make people feel good. When he read the manuscript, his voice was calm and generous, and his intonation was up and down. He read the cold words with emotions, and won the unanimous approval of all the station staff. praise.

"You read very well," the radio station manager nodded to him, and read the name of the next person along the list, "Senior Class Two and Three, He Jing."

He Jing stood up in response, and everyone looked over in unison, understanding the true meaning of Mianruguanyu and powder-carved jade in unison.

After He Jing finished reading the same manuscript intact, everyone understood what it meant to sound like ice.

Why is there such an emotionless voice under the appearance of the lover in his dream?

The radio station manager was a little embarrassed. Judging by the appearance alone, she would definitely choose He Jing and Luo Mingshan as the male hosts of the party, but He Jing read the manuscript...

I just read it, hello!

Why can someone be so calm in the face of such impassioned excerpts from the school ceremony?

Is it really good to read "Let us wish Yigao together and let us be the pride of Yigao together" in a flat tone without any ups and downs?

"...That's right, you should go back first." The radio station master struggled to regain his senses, "Next..."

In the afternoon, the candidates for the host were decided. Boys group: Luo Mingshan, Class [-] ([-]), Senior Grade [-] ([-]), Zhou Yunxi, Class [-], Girls group: Zhao Zhao, Class [-], Senior Grade, Grade [-] (Class [-]). [-]) Class Yuan Qinyue.

He Jing lost the election without a doubt due to her strength.

He Jing, who was rejected, had to accept the trial of fate, and anonymously voted for the program format of "drama" during the afternoon class meeting.

After all, he is tone-deaf and has a poor sense of rhythm, and he is still half-dead. He has nothing to do with chorus dancing and poetry recitation in his life. He can only do his part to contribute to the drama industry.

Facts once again proved that there is no unparalleled road. With the support of 45 students in the class who hardly have any second specialties, the drama was cast with [-] votes, and it stood out among the four program formats with an overwhelming majority of almost half. A wish of He Jing was fulfilled.

Then came the question again, what kind of drama is suitable?

A room full of liberal arts students began to look at the past and the present, and all kinds of knowledge reserves were accompanied by saliva. From the ancient Chinese classic love story "The Butterfly Lovers" to the western classic fairy tales "Andersen's Fairy Tales Series", none of them were pulled out. A dead body.

The class leader thought for a while: "Is "Liang Zhu" not very good, after all, there is still a high-voltage line of 'no dating'..."

Everyone laughed and had to give up the love story.

"And," added the squad leader, "Although "Andersen's Fairy Tales Series" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the audience is too young, so it is not easy to get it to be performed at the school celebration."

There was a stalemate for a while.

The squad leader pinned his hopes on He Jing and asked, "He Jing, do you have any comments?"

The author has something to say:

Brother Jing uses his strength to tell you what is useless hhh