Chapter 12 There is clear stupidity in the eyes

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 12 There is clear stupidity in the eyes

"It doesn't matter that you have a big appetite, but you can still eat without getting fat!" Gong Xiaoxiao was heartbroken, "Which window has God closed for you?"

Chen Qian carefully looked at Shen Qing's face for a while and analyzed it seriously: "Of course it's IQ."

Gong Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement, "But her face is so smart that she shouldn't be easily deceived."

Shen Qing felt that they were insulting her at the time, but later she discovered that she was indeed not the same academically.

Both Shen You and Li Qinglu are very open-minded, saying that as long as they are happy, grades are not the first priority, and hobbies are the dominant factor.

Gong Xiaoxiao was particularly envious of her family, and often lamented in distress: "I hope I can have parents like Qingqing in my next life. Unlike my parents, who were either forced to learn piano or dance, and their grades always required age. Top 100.”

Chen Qian has a say in this. Both of his parents died when he was young, and it was his grandmother who raised him up through hardships.

"Among the three of us, you are the happiest, so don't forget about the two brothers when you get rich in the future."

Shen Qing patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, I will definitely become a great painter in the future!"

Gong Xiaoxiao obviously didn't take her words at heart, "Don't be a big pie. What will you do if you can't be a big pie?"

"She can still inherit the family business," Chen Qian said slowly, "Don't Uncle Shen and the others make a lot of money selling makeup?"

"Painting and makeup are essentially for beauty and art," Gong Xiaoxiao looked at Shen Qing and became even more convinced, "Qingqing, you have the talent to inherit the family business!"

Shen Qing had forgotten his answer at that time. He only knew that the two of them were always rude, but they both regarded each other as important friends.

And now she was in a strange city with no relatives or friends by her side, and it felt like she had returned to the days when she didn't know the two of them.

Solitary, no one dares to come close.

Outsiders think that Shen Qing is as cold and unsociable as she looks, but in fact she loves to complain behind her back.

"My friend is not here, and I can't find my sketchbook..." Shen Qing found that the potato chips in her mouth had a salty taste, and she felt even sadder, "The potato chips are still expired."

"Idiot, it smells like your tears."

Hearing a slight snort, she raised her face blankly.

"Why are you crying? I'll just give you back the sketch book." Xie Mingchao frowned. What he disliked most was seeing girls cry. The one in his family often shed tears.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, "I didn't even cry when you broke into the men's room and peeped."

Shen Qing took the gray handkerchief and wiped it on his face randomly, with a muffled cry in his voice, "Then what do you want, do you want me to be responsible?"

Xie Mingchao's eyebrows were beating, and he was thinking about how to answer, and then he heard her twitching and continued: "I didn't see anything, and what I said at the door of the bar before was also nonsense. If you are so fussy, you don't think what I said is true. Right?"

The guilt he had just raised was extinguished in an instant.

Xie Mingchao's voice was cold, "Do you still want to get back to your sketchbook?"

She hurriedly raised her eyes, the ends of her eyes flushed, "Think!"

Shen Qing was afraid that he would regret it, so he promised: "As long as you return it to me, I will be responsible for you!"

Xie Mingchao:……

He looked at her moist and shiny eyes, his heartbeat stagnated inexplicably, and he asked in a strange way: "How can I be responsible?"

Her thin eyebrows were furrowed and then relaxed, like a soldier going to die, showing an expression of resignation.

"If you don't mind..."

Xie Mingchao thought she would say something like "promise" with her body, but the second half of the sentence made his calm eyes ripple.

"I'll take care of you whether you're a cow or a horse!"

The mole at the end of his eye twitched slightly, and an unknown smile rolled out of his throat, "Thank you, no need."

Shen Qing lowered his eyes in disappointment, "You have been good enough in this life, and you will not be a cow or horse in the next life."

Xie Mingchao looked at her, "What do you mean by taking responsibility?"

Seeing that she lowered her eyes in despair and was struggling with her thoughts, she knocked on the table and said, "I owe you for now. Get up and let me go in first."

She hurriedly stood up and moved out of the way, expecting him to take out the sketchbook from somewhere.

Xie Mingchao picked up the stool and turned it over. Her sketchbook was stuck underneath with tape.

Shen Qing watched in astonishment as he peeled off the tape and returned the sketchbook to her.

She took it blankly and said, "So you are hiding here."

He put the chair back and said, "Your ideas are so insightful."

"Why?"

"There is clear stupidity in your eyes." He glanced at the tightly held handkerchief in her hand, "Remember to return the handkerchief to me after washing it."

Shen Qing automatically ignored the first half of the sentence, "This handkerchief of yours looks a bit old. How about I buy you a new one?"

"I just want the old one. If it's gone, I can't guarantee that your sketchbook will still be safe."

She hugged the sketchbook tightly in fear, "I promise to return it to you intact."

Xie Mingchao cleared the table and lay down on the table with his back to Shen Qing.

"I'm going to take a nap, don't make any noise."

Shen Qing remained silent, took out the morning's paper and continued writing.

Although he returned her sketchbook, she still had to finish the promised set of papers.

When she saw the 800-word essay, she threw away the pen in despair.

She had already written a 500-word self-reflection this morning, and her brain cells had been exhausted from the random writing.

Shen Qing turned sideways and looked at Xie Mingchao. He was sleeping very quietly. Only when he listened closely could he hear his shallow breathing.

She felt sleepy after just one glance. She yawned and prepared to take a lunch break.

Until she was hit hard on the head, Shen Qing sat up and covered the back of her head, still not fully conscious.

"Xiaoxiao, why did you hit me?"

"Look clearly where you are now."

The chill around her body was biting, and she rubbed her eyes and looked to follow the source of the sound.

Shen Qing was sitting almost next to Xie Mingchao. At this time, almost all the people in the class had arrived, and they were all gossiping about what was going on in the corner.

She jumped away like an electric shock, "I'm sorry!"

Feeling Xie Mingchao's warning eyes, everyone else turned around without saying a word.

He was probably tired of getting up, and there was still anger in his eyes, and his voice was low and dull: "Is the bed at your house slanted?"

Shen Qing replied weakly: "No."

"It's a flat table. How did you manage to slide it to my side?"

Shen Qing sleeps differently, but she never thought that sleeping on her stomach can also trigger her passive.

She knew she was wrong and apologized seriously: "I'm sorry."

Xie Mingchao's eyes drooped, he took out a book and sandwiched it between the two tables.

"Don't cross this line from now on."

Shen Qing silently pulled the stool and sat further away, "...Oh."

She secretly observed his desktop, which was very clean with no traces of drool.

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had eaten enough at noon and didn't dream about the delicious food, otherwise Xie Mingchao would have turned over the table.

Probably because he accidentally approached him while taking a nap, Xie Mingchao's air pressure was extremely gloomy all day long.
Chapter completed!