She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 142 Hugging the Big White Goose

"How about walking the model walk?"

"It's not good. It's only a few days before the school celebration, and there are three shows, so the costumes must be too late. We only have school uniforms. Have you ever seen anyone walking on model walks in school uniforms?"

Jing Xing had already sat back on his seat. He was drooping his eyelashes and listening absent-mindedly, when the screen of his mobile phone placed on the table suddenly lit up, and a WeChat group message popped up.

[I am noble and unworthy of mortals]: @旭旭是一个大雄力@[email protected]Dongzi, brothers, I heard that your school has a centennial celebration this week?

[Xu Xu is a handsome guy]: Tsk, Yang Zi, you are quite well informed.

[I'm noble and unworthy of mortals]: Of course, I'm known as Jianghu Baixiaosheng, and there's nothing I don't know in Xiangzhou.

[I am noble and unworthy of mortals]: But having said that, what programs are you planning to put on in your class?
[Dongzi]: Ah... poetry recitation "I love you my alma mater", indifferent face.jpg.

Jing Xing paused slightly with his fingertips pointing at the screen. Just now someone in the class said that at least half of the class would have a recitation program, so "I Love You, My Alma Mater" was indeed arranged on the class itinerary.

[H]: ... poetry recitation?
[Dongzi]: That's right, and this proposal was unanimously approved. "I Love You, My Alma Mater" won the siege among all the poems, and was elected with a high number of votes. jpg.

[Xu Xu is a handsome guy]: What the hell?Dongzi, hit it.

[Dongzi]: What hit?
[Xu Xu is a handsome guy]: Show!Our class is also a poetry recitation "I love you my alma mater".

[H]: ... What a coincidence.

[Xu Xu is a handsome guy]: Huh?Brother Xing, could it be the same in your class?
[H]: Not yet, but almost there.

Jing Xing couldn't imagine what it would be like to sit in the auditorium and listen to "I Love You, My Alma Mater" dozens of times.

The class was still discussing in full swing, half of the class was over, and there was no preliminary result yet, Lin Qingyou was not in a hurry, and listened very carefully, but Xu Changhao, the sports committee member, was in a hurry and continued to increase mobilization efforts.

At this time, Du Mingyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and raised his arms to propose: "Sister Yuzu, isn't the school badge of our No. [-] Middle School a white goose? How about we hold a big white goose and read a poem on the stage? "

Jing Xing: "..."

Xu Changhao: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

As soon as these words came out, the noisy voices in the class disappeared instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Du Mingyu.

Du Mingyu scratched his head stupidly, and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

The whole class: "..."

Jing Xing thought to himself, why does it all look at you, don't you have any AC numbers in mind?

In the silence that made people wonder what to say, only Lin Qingyou smiled slightly, and replied softly, "Okay."

Jing Xing: "???"

Xu Changhao: "???"

all the classmates:"???"

Lin Qingyou asked again: "What poem are you reading?"

With the affirmation of his pomelo sister, Du Mingyu was extremely confident in an instant, and he opened his mouth with a sonorous and forceful "Ode to the Goose": "Goose, goose, song to the sky, white hair floating in green water, red palm touching the clear waves."

Since holding a big white goose, it must be accompanied by an ancient poem that complements each other.

Jing Xing: "..."

Xu Changhao: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

So, in the silence that was as quiet as a chicken, Lin Qingyou smiled softly and nodded again: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)