She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 31 The magic mirror, the magic mirror, tell me

I don't know if it's because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Lin Qingyou had a nightmare that night.

In the dream, Uncle Chen touched her head, and asked her in a gentle voice: "You Zai, You Zai, tell me, who is the most handsome man in the world?"

Lin Qingyou brand magic mirror said: "Oh~ my dear Chen Dashuai, the most handsome man in the world is you, no one is more handsome than you."

Uncle Chen, a master of narcissism, was very satisfied: "My dear God, look at this cute little mouth that can talk, I just like your mirror that tells the truth."

The next day, Uncle Chen came to ask again: "You Zai, You Zai, tell me, who is the most handsome man in the world?"

As a result, this time, Lin Qingyou's magic mirror replied without any desire to survive: "Oh~ my dear Chen Dashuai, you are very handsome, but the school bully Jing Xing who lives in No. [-] Middle School is even more handsome than you."

"Who?!"

Dashuai Chen was so shocked, he pinched her neck and asked: "Who is it?! Who is Jing Xing?! Can he be more handsome than me?! No! I don't believe it!!! I———— believe it!!!"

Then Lin Qingyou woke up in fright. The dream was too real, and the suffocation in her neck was obvious, as if someone was really strangling her neck desperately.

"Fuck..." Lin Qingyou closed her eyes for a while, then murmured to Chen Zhou, "You lingering fellow..."

It must be that he used to catch her every day and ask, "Sir, am I handsome?" He must have cast a shadow on her.

After a pause, Lin Qingyou opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She reached out and touched her neck for a long time before pulling off the earphone cable wrapped around her neck.

The feeling of suffocation was finally lifted.

early in the morning,

When I opened the door and went out, it was raining lightly outside, probably because of the proximity to the sea, Xiangzhou is a city with a lot of rain, the four seasons are not so distinct, and even the sky above my head is always foggy.

No. 10 Middle School requires students to arrive at school before [-] o'clock every day, but the regulations are issued to each class and a discount is given. For key classes such as Class [-] and Class [-], the head teacher requires that they be in the classroom before [-] o'clock. Individual classes that are more strictly grasped will also be moved forward by three or ten minutes.

But Lao Xu has no hard requirements for this, he can arrive before seven o'clock, and it doesn't matter if he is late occasionally.

I don't know if the discipline in the classroom gave him great confidence. He has an inexplicable confidence in the students in Class [-]. He believes that everyone here can look forward to the future.

When Lin Qingyou came to the classroom, there were only seven or eight people in the class, and among the few seven or eight people, there was her deskmate—the school bully classmate who was still leaning against the wall, turning a carbon pen in his right hand, his eyes fell on On a test paper spread out on the table, the expression on his face was usual indifference.

Yo, I love learning.

Lin Qingyou walked over, opened the stool and sat down. Jing Xing didn't look up, and while writing something on the test paper, he greeted her: "Good morning, at the same table."

"Morning." Lin Qingyou said.

The first two periods on Wednesday are math class, and the two classes are more suffocating than earphones around the neck. Most of the students in the class are sleeping hard, only the first few students who come in the morning are still suffocating. With his head held high, he listened to Lao Xu's lecture.

Jing Xing didn't sleep either, his beautiful black eyes looked intently at the blackboard, and he didn't know if he was lost in thought or he was listening to the class seriously.

Seeing that the teacher finished explaining a knowledge point and turned the pages of the textbook, Jing Xing was still staring at the blackboard in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at a flower from it.

Lin Qingyou figured it out now, it seems that it is more likely that he is in a trance.

(End of this chapter)