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Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

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Xie Mingchao looked at the painting of only the face and hair for a long time before closing the sketchbook.

She really had evil intentions towards herself.

Shen Qing folded his hands in front of him and stood properly, his expression calm but calm.

Zhang Jianshan was choked up when he was about to say the words he had thought of. He tried to cover up his embarrassment with a cough.

"Ahem, classmate Shen Qing, what happened in the corridor...is it true?"

Why would anyone ask such a question?

"Teacher, this is just an excuse to reject Zhou Chen." She knew what high school teachers cared about, so she assured her righteously, "I will study hard and not fall in love prematurely!"

Zhang Jianshan: Forget the first half of the sentence.

He smiled and said, "Teacher, I believe you."

Zhang Jianshan is fat and has a chubby face. When he smiles, only a slit remains for his invisible eyes, which reminds Shen Qing of the kind Leshan Giant Buddha.

"Let's go back to class first."

Shen Qing went out from the main entrance. After the conversation, class had already begun inside. She could only bite the bullet and shout a report.

The voice was as cold as a leader's inspection. Wang Linmei subconsciously tensed up her nerves and couldn't help but frown when she saw the person at the door.

"Come in."

Couldn't your voice be more respectful when shouting the report? She thought the leader was coming.

Shen Qing returned to his seat and found that his sketchbook had been closed. When he looked at Xie Mingchao, his side face was buried in the shadow cast by the window, half dark, and his half-downed eyes contained unknown emotions. .

Hearing the sound of the seat next to him being opened, he seemed to come back to his senses and glanced at her indifferently.

Shen Qing didn't know why his eyes looked so complicated.

She opened her sketchbook again and was horrified when she remembered that the last thing she drew before leaving her seat was the tear mole at the end of the male protagonist's eye.

He doesn't think she's painting him, does he?

"Well..." Shen Qing thought for a moment and then spoke in a low voice, "Actually, what I drew was a comic book male protagonist."

The person beside him stopped paying attention to the lecture and looked over casually, "Oh."

His reaction was too calm, and Shen Qing hesitated, "That's it?"

He raised his eyes, "Then what do you want, let him take me as his prototype?"

"No, I'm afraid you will misunderstand..." Shen Qing was eager to clarify herself, "I have no other thoughts about you, and you are not my type."

Xie Mingchao tapped his index finger on the table for a moment, then his voice deepened: "Really, what kind do you like?"

In fact, she doesn't have a specific favorite type. She falls in love with every comic she reads. Recently, the male protagonist she particularly likes looks like Xie Mingchao.

But faced with his unexpected questioning, Shen Qing couldn't think of an adjective for a moment.

Xie Mingchao turned his gaze back to the blackboard and said in a calm tone, "I'm going to listen to the class."

The atmosphere became inexplicably stiff.

Shen Qing still wanted to explain, but feeling the displeased look from Wang Linmei on the podium, she sat back silently.

After the last class in the afternoon, Shen Qing, who had been depressed all day, immediately regained her energy.

She didn’t eat the oden last time, so she’s going to make it this time!

Xie Mingchao just closed the pen cap, and Shen Qing beside him had already arrived at the back door of the classroom.

He took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and the lock screen pop-up showed a message from Chen Ziyuan.

[Chaochao, I may not go home tonight. I have to go to a bar to be a resident singer. Don’t worry, it’s a bar and you don’t have to show your face.]

Xie Mingchao scrolled up and accepted the transfer of 80,000 yuan, but she still stubbornly wanted to make money.

He frowned, and the heavy depression in his heart made him breathless.

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Shen Qing was sitting at the small table behind the stall with her oden in her hands. She was about to take a bite when something suddenly hit her and the tabletop was overturned.

She looked heartbrokenly at the soup and skewers spilled on the floor, and when she was about to raise her head to scold the person she bumped into carelessly, her eyes froze.

"It's you again," Chen Ziyuan saw her, her voice raised a higher pitch with joy, "I'm sorry, I was hiding from people just now and didn't notice there was a table over here."

She squatted down, lifted the fallen table up, and moved around while looking around.

Chen Ziwan did not wear sunglasses this time. When she raised her eyes to look at Shen Qing, she clearly saw those bright eyes.

The familiar feeling of clarity and innocence is very much like that of Xie Mingchao.

"I'll pay you a share."

"Ah?" Shen Qing was brought back from her thoughts by her words and waved her hand, "No need."

Chen Ziyuan took out her mobile phone and pressed the screen a few times before remembering that it was turned off. She rummaged in her pocket again and took out a brand new twenty-yuan note.

She used the low table to cover her figure and stuffed the banknotes into Shen Qing's arms.

"Is it enough?"

Shen Qing looked at her blankly, while Chen Ziwan was still looking around nervously.

Probably the person she was looking for was out of sight, so she breathed a sigh of relief and then turned her attention back to Shen Qing.

Chen Ziwan sat down directly at the low table, "Are you also a student of Yunhe?"

Shen Qing had not yet fully recovered from her dazed state, "Ah... yes."

She bought two more oden dishes and pushed one in front of Chen Ziyuan, "Sister, are you hiding from someone?"

"Sister?" Chen Ziyuan seemed a little surprised by this title, and then moved closer to Shen Qing in surprise, "Do I really look that young?"

"Isn't it?" Shen Qing took a bite of the beef balls, and the hot soup made her fan herself. "You look like you are only in your twenties, right?"

"It's annoying, children can talk!" Chen Ziyuan chuckled, "Actually, I have a child about the same age as you."

Shen Qing paused and looked at her again in disbelief, "Are you kidding?"

"Of course it's true, he also..." Chen Ziyuan subconsciously wanted to continue, but finally stopped abruptly, "It's nothing."

Shen Qing asked in confusion: "Why do you seem to be hiding from people every time I see you?"

Chen Ziwan was a little greedy looking at the oden in front of her, but she didn't dare to show her face outside easily.

"Me," she lowered her voice mysteriously, "I dumped a rich second generation before, and he sent people everywhere to catch me!"

Shen Qing was dubious, "Is it true?"

It's more like hiding from creditors.

"In short, my traces cannot be known to their people. Please keep it a secret for me," Chen Ziyuan clasped her hands together, with a prayer in her only exposed eye, "Is that okay?"

The tofu skewers that Shen Qing put to her mouth stopped and she stared at her blankly.

It's so... so cute.

She answered subconsciously: "Okay."

"Thank you, little sister," Chen Ziyuan's eyes were bright, "What's your name?"

"Shen Qing, I'm interested in you."

Chen Ziyuan smiled and rolled her eyes, "What a good name, as beautiful as the person."

"Sister, do you also live in Taoyuan Community?"

Shen Qing bumped into her downstairs last time.

Chen Ziwan didn't answer, she just raised her wrist and glanced at the time, then stood up.

"I'm sorry, little sister, I have something to do and I have to leave first. I'll see you later."

"Hey, I haven't got the oden yet..."

Shen Qing could only watch Chen Ziwan leave in a hurry, while the oden next to her was still steaming.

"Then I'll have to eat two portions."
Chapter completed!