The winter vacation ends, and in early March, the bird's-eye season is ushering in the lively school season.

The literary club, which had disappeared for the entire semester, finally held a member meeting at the beginning of the school year.

There were no more than ten people in the classroom. Jin Xi and Chu Zhao were arrested and became officers of the Organization Department of the Literary Society.

She whispered to Chu Zhao: "The depression of the school-level five-star club is comparable to that of our Meow Meow Club."

Chu Zhao replied: "After all, you, Mr. Bo, have the beauty of yours, Brother Jing Chi, and Instructor Xu, and the labor of yourselves, and the literary club e"

Just when Chu Zhaoe was about to go to the classroom, a boy immediately caught the eyes of all girls.

Minister of Organization, Jane Sexun.

Janes was born in a pure and pure manner, with a pair of romantic and passionate peach blossom eyes, and smiled like a spring breeze.

In private, everyone called him the fourth brother because a girl confessed to Jane Sxun and called him "You are April in the world". Although the girl was rejected as expected in the end, the joke "You are April in the world" was left behind, and was derived from the nickname of Jane Sxun - Senior April.

He alone can be said to be the beauty and talent of the entire literary club.

As soon as he walked in, the girls in the literary club became restless.

"My fourth brother is here."

"Aoao, I joined the literary club for our Sierra."

Jin Xi looked at this senior Jian, who was quite idol-like.

After Jane Sixin entered the classroom, she walked straight to Jin Xi and looked down at her.

With his pace, all the girls' eyes fell on Jin Xi.

Jin Xi:?

What's going on?

She looked at Jian Sixun beside her with guilt, then looked at Chu Zhao, and murmured in a low voice: "What is this Senior Jian doing?"

Chu Zhao was also puzzled: "Do you fall in love with you?"

Jin Xi's old face turned red, no, I liked it now, and she didn't bring such a romantic novel.

She rubbed her hair embarrassedly.

Jane Sxun's mouth slightly raised: "Student, you have sat in the position of minister, please let me go."

“…”

She poked Chu Zhao hard, Chu Zhao moved to the side, Jin Xi moved to Chu Zhao's position, and Jian Sixun sat down beside her.

Awkward.

Jane Sixun is the Minister of the Organization Department. He sometimes lowered his head and whispered a few words to Jin Xi and Chu Zhao. When Jin Xi and Chu Zhao looked at each other, they felt like they were electrocuted.

What a god-sen? These dark eyes are so beautiful!

Jane Sixun is not only good-looking, but also very talented. He has participated in the national college student ancient poetry competition, won the ranking and was on TV. He is known as the "most talented male god school grass of Yu University."

Now the "Boy God School Grande" is sitting alive beside Jin Xi and Chu Zhao. Like all the girls, the two are both curious and excited.

"The president has just said about the Guyu Poetry Club, so I won't repeat it." Jane Sxun said to Jin Xi and Chu Zhao: "Next I'll arrange our work later."

"Wait, did the president say something just now?"

"What is the Grain Rain Poetry Club?"

The two girls were just looking at the male god. The president was dry and stuttering on the podium, but they didn't listen to a single word.

Jane Sxun shook his head helplessly: "Then I will repeat it again, I'll listen now."

Jin Xi and Chu Zhao immediately sat upright and cheered up their twelve-point spirit during military training.

"During the Grain Rain season, the literary society holds a school-level Grain Rain Poetry Conference. This is the annual routine, and members need to work together to organize the poetry conference."

Chu Zhao said: "So the literary club disappeared for half a year and now it suddenly appears to catch us in the work."

Jin Xi poked her with her elbow: "What a big truth to tell me?"

Jane Sxun didn't seem angry and coughed lightly: "Our literary club activities are usually carried out in the spring of the next semester. Freshmen just came to the school last semester and were not used to many aspects. They held the event in a hurry, but the effect may not be very good."

Jin Xi and Chu Zhao nodded obediently, yes, yes, you are right to say anything if you look good.

Jane Sixun pulled a WeChat group and brought Jin Xi and Chu Zhao into the organization department group to facilitate the next arrangement of work.

In the next half month, Jin Xi and Chu Zhao had to carry the wooden table every now and then to the entrance of the canteen with more students to promote the Grain Rain Poetry Festival and attract students to sign up.

When setting up a stall on the first day, Jin Xi looked at the promotional poster hanging on the wooden table and fell into deep thought.

The four square characters in the Guyu Poetry Club are well written, but the few small flowers around them are also painted... too ugly.

Chu Zhao commented: "This chrysanthemum looks so tighter."

Jin Xi: "Ah, this is obviously a lotus."

Chu Zhao: "This time the poster is really ugly to a new level. If you don't support the wall, you will be convinced by their Propaganda Department."

Janesxun stood beside him and said awkwardly: "That... Actually, this is a crabapple flower, which I drew."

Jin Xi hugged her arm and nodded thoughtfully: "Chu Zhao, I think this crabapple is really beautiful, what do you think?"

Chu Zhao was serious: "That's right, a phenomenon-level painting that blends abstract and freehand painting. I really don't dare to try it easily without some skills!"

Janes Xun:...

I thank you for your support.

The bell rang and the students walked out of the teaching building and walked towards the cafeteria, but most of them glanced at the poster and left.

Chu Zhao was puzzled: "Why no one signed up?"

Jin Xi: "This pot must not be found on the poster."

Janes Xun glanced at his poster and said, "You still have to attract attention. Do you have any talent?"

Jin Xi and Chu Zhao looked at each other, and Chu Zhao pointed at Jin Xi: "She will break big stones on her chest."

Jane Sxun: "Yes, then Jinxi will recite a poem to everyone."

Jin Xi:...

**

At dusk, Bo Yan, Jing Chi and others came down from the training ground, wearing short-sleeved and camouflaged jackets, walking in the sunset, with a narrow and narrow reflection, walking so flamboyant.

Just after a barrier-free journey, their arms and clothes were stained with a lot of mud. Several of them were tall and handsome, and they were very eye-catching when walking on the road.

Passing by the door of the Sanshi Canteen, the green and crisp voice came into Bo Yan's ears-

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing trumpet, using your high branches to show off myself."

"Master Bo, are you having dinner together?"

"I'm not hungry, you eat first."

Bo Yanxun walked towards the crowd, and passed through the crowded students. He saw Jin Xi standing by the small table and reciting poems.

Her face was flushed, and she held her hands nervously and placed them on her chest, making her stupid-

"You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like swords, and like halberds; I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like a heroic torch."

Bo Yan squeezed into the crowd, and was much taller than the boys around him, which was very recognizable.

Jin Xi saw him, for some reason, but became even more nervous.

He was wearing a green camouflage t-shirt with a coat on his shoulders, his arms and muscles were symmetrical and smooth, his face was stained with dust, and his clothes were also gray, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all. On the contrary, it added a bit of roughness and unruly.

He raised his jaw and smiled, and the lazy glow swept out from his dark eyes.

Jin Xi's voice trembled—

"Love, not only loves your majestic body... body, but also loves the position you insist on and the land under your feet."

It felt strange to recite poems to him.

Jing Chi walked to Bo Yan's side and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Why are you so fascinated?"

Bo Yan looked very serious: "I, Bashi, recite poems to me."

"Just be self-indulgent, why did they read it to you?"

"Just read it to me."

"Okay, your old man said yes, that's it."

Bo Yan shook the camouflage coat on his shoulders, put it on again, walked to Jin Xi's small table, and shouted proudly: "Bashi Xi!"

The girls around him cast strange eyes.

Jin Xi still had a blushing cloud on her face, and she called out blankly: "Senior Bo Yan."

Bo Yan walked over and rubbed her head skillfully: "What are you doing?"

She handed Bo Yan a piece of promotional paper: "Poetry meeting, let's find out?"

Bo Yan was not interested in poetry and looked down at the promotional poster by the table. He felt uncomfortable when he looked at it: "You drew this?"
To be continued...