Chapter 14 What a talent

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Chapter 14 What a talent

She seemed to have focused all her skills on painting and multiple-choice questions, and all the English multiple-choice questions were correct. However, in the composition part, the sentence structure was only subject, predicate, and object, but she finished the last line eloquently.

Xie Mingchao tried to use the simplest thinking to understand what she wanted to express. The summary was that the motherland was prosperous and she had a promising future.

But the words Shen Qing used were adjectives like strong and good.

He looked at the composition part for a long time before commenting: "What a talent."

Her English handwriting is full and round, with standard Hengshui style.

In the end, Xie Mingchao gave her five sympathy points for the neatness of her writing.

He deliberately left the Chinese language at the end and covered up his name. Looking at the paper, most teachers would probably think that he was the top student in the key class. But looking at the answers, they have nothing to do with the question.

Xie Mingchao had never thought that Chinese was a troublesome subject, but now it was like putting him on a knife's edge and torturing him.

Turning to the composition, the topic is to write an argumentative essay based on "giving and gaining".

He thought Shen Qing would make things up again, but after seeing the standard format and classic examples, his spirit, which had been tortured to the point of decadence, sobered up a lot.

The writing is smooth and neither sprawling nor branching. If I hadn't read enough writings, I wouldn't be able to write such concise words and sentences.

The last period just stops at the eight hundred-word mark.

Xie Mingchao wrote for a long time but still didn't get a grade, so he decided to give Zhang Jianshan a grade tomorrow.

He closed the pen and stood up, pressed the sore back of his neck, opened the wardrobe and prepared to wash up.

Suddenly there was a huge noise upstairs, like the sound of heavy objects rubbing against the ground.

Xie Mingchao stopped brushing his teeth for a moment, looked up at the ceiling, and saw that the sound had not stopped, and was still dragging on the ground.

There had been no one living upstairs for a long time, but there had been movement since midnight yesterday, probably because of the new residents who had moved in.

But the man's work and rest hours were similar to his, and when he was about to go to sleep, the movement would stop again.

Xie Mingchao didn't have the energy to pay attention to the noisy person upstairs for the time being. After washing, he went back to the living room and took a look. The person on the sofa was still sleeping peacefully.

He looked away and entered the room.

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As soon as Shen Qing got home, she saw the express box at the door. She dragged the box in in surprise.

Just as he was about to open it, the cell phone on the table rang.

The caller ID is Gong Xiaoxiao.

As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard a voice on the other side of the phone that almost pierced my eardrum: "Qing Qing!"

Shen Qing took the phone further away, "You look like a lady, why do you have such a loud voice?"

"You are so embarrassed to tell me, you have a cold face, but you are a stupid beauty." Gong Xiaoxiao tilted her head and clamped the phone between her shoulder and face, painting her nails carefully, "First day of transferring school How is life?"

Shen Qing became excited when she mentioned this.

"The boy we met last night was actually in the same class as me!" She gritted her molars angrily, "In order to retaliate, he made me his classmate, and what was even crazier was that he used his sketchbook to threaten me to do a set examination paper!"

Gong Xiaoxiao was so excited that she stopped moving her hands and asked gossipingly: "Then what?"

She recalled the scene when she woke up leaning on Xie Mingchao, her scalp was numb, "My old habit happened again when I took a nap."

"Yo yo, so you posted stickers with him?"

Although Shen Qing couldn't see Gong Xiaoxiao's expression, he could imagine the way her mouth corners were raised crazily.

"That's why he was so angry. The air pressure was so low all day long that I almost felt like there was going to be a heavy rainstorm next to me." Shen Qing lamented, "Why does his face look so sunny and droopy every day?"

"There must be other interesting things, right?" Gong Xiaoxiao knew very well how lethal Shen Qing's face was, "I don't believe no one is chasing you."

When Shen Qing thought of Zhou Chen with the Peppa Pig tattoo, his eyebrows skipped a beat and he fell silent for a rare moment.

Gong Xiaoxiao sat up straight, "Hurry up and tell me!"

She roughly described Zhou Chen's confusing behavior after meeting her for the first time.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Gong Xiaoxiao laughed until tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, "I never thought that one day you would encounter such a weird thing!"

She wiped her eyes and smiled evilly: "I think you two have an inexplicable fate. Are you two like what the marriage master said...destined?"

Shen Qing's desire to complain was choked, "How is that possible? It's too late for him to hate me."

"Qingqing, you have to remember the famous saying of Matchmaker Gong Xiaoxiao: Everything is possible."

"Don't steal other people's famous sayings." Although Shen Qing does like Xie Mingchao's appearance, she is not superficial enough to fall in love with him directly. "I just want to spend these two years in peace."

"If you looked more ordinary, you might actually be able to calm down," Gong Xiaoxiao glanced at the time, "Okay, I have classes tomorrow, so go to bed early."

"good evening."

Shen Qing hung up the phone and suddenly felt hungry again. She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was filled with all kinds of desserts she liked.

The aunt asked her what she liked and bought it specially.

She didn't care that it was already half past ten and took a piece of strawberry cake.

After eating the cake, Shen Qing stretched out with satisfaction.

She dragged the express box at the door into the room. This box was the last batch of comic books to be sent.

After sorting out the comics, Shen Qing was already bent over and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

She came out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed, rolling around twice comfortably, "The quilt is my eternal love."

Shen Qing likes to live alone, and the aunt Li Qinglu invited for her lives opposite.

At six o'clock in the morning, Li Xin opened the door with the backup key and went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

At half past six there was a knock on Shen Qing's door.

"Qingqing, wake up."

Shen Qing sat up with difficulty, her whole body was sore.

"It shouldn't be. I'm just packing a box." She twisted her waist as if it had been broken, and held on to the wall to open the door, "Good morning, Aunt Li."

"Hey, Qingqing, what's wrong with your pants?" Li Xin had a kind face, and when Shen Qing passed by, he saw the marks on her pants again, "Go ahead and change them."

Li Xin opened the quilt, and as expected, it got on the sheets, "You silly kid, why don't you remember your menstrual period?"

"Ah..." Shen Qing looked back and blushed in embarrassment, "Maybe it's not normal because I stayed up too late recently. How about I take care of it?"

"It's okay, I'm responsible for taking care of you. This is what I should do," Li Xin smiled nonchalantly, "Breakfast is on the table. You bring your mobile phone with you today. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to ask for leave. I will pick you up from school. .”

Shen Qing's reluctance to get up early dissipated in Li Xin's tenderness, she bent her eyes and smiled softly: "Okay, thank you Aunt Li."

It seems that she lacks exercise. She seems to be run over just moving something. In addition, her period is not at the right time. She may not be able to straighten her back today.
Chapter completed!