Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 129 Untitled Chapters

After finally waiting for the stage play to end, Yi Ci fled the scene almost immediately, not giving anyone a chance to see him.

Qiao Mian and Jiang Si's poem recitations were not far away, so they were both reading the poem Song Ruan had chosen for them.

The topic in the school group has shifted from Yi Ci to Jiang Si.

[Although I didn't see the face of the Liberal Arts student, there will be another school grass for the tenth class poetry recitation later. 】

Some people are skeptical: [Don't play around as a prop board again. 】

[Poetry recitation does not require a prop board. 】

[Gossip, the school flower is also waiting for the meeting. 】

[Jiang Xueshen and Xiaohua together?Yan dog heaven. 】

Due to the matter of Yi Ci, they are not interested in the other school grass now, but instead focus on Qiao Mian.

[Fortunately, I met the school belle once, I would like to call it a fairy. 】

[Others are not important, I just want to know if there is any contact information for the school belle. 】

[I want to add one to the contact information of the school flower. 】

Qiao Mian naturally didn't see these remarks.

She checked with Jiang Si several times to confirm that it was correct, and when she heard Lao Chen calling them, they walked to the front together.

When Qiao Mian took the stage, she really felt what it means to be under the spotlight.

Almost everyone was looking in their direction, and many took pictures with their mobile phones.

Fortunately, poetry recitation is different from stage play, you only need to stand in place and recite poetry.

What's more, the school doesn't have such high requirements for them, and they don't need to recite, they can read with paper.

Qiao Mian had already memorized it, but she unconsciously glanced at the note before starting.

Jiang Si smiled at her reassuringly, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

When the poem recitation was over, the people in the audience were completely unresponsive, and it took a long time to express their thoughts in the school group.

[One thing to say, I didn't hear a single word of the poem recitation just now, I've been looking at my appearance. 】

[Is there a serious person listening to poetry and reciting?Aren't they all here to look good? 】

Immediately, there was another group of people in the school group who wanted the contact information of Jiang Si and Qiao Mian.

It wasn't until someone who knew their relationship saw them and said in the school group that they were a couple that the wind direction changed.

[Fuck, it turned out to be a couple. 】

[No wonder it matches so well. 】

[So my double school grass BE? 】

At this time, it was one of the administrators of the school's forum who spoke - the cp fan who never deleted the post.

She glanced at the video again, and added: [But the official supporting role is also very good. 】

Jiang Si and Qiao Mian are a good match in every aspect, not to mention that most of the people in No. [-] Middle School are Yangou.

Class ten at this time.

Qiao Mian put on the school uniform coat on the stool, looked up, "Why does it feel like it's going to rain?"

Su Yao hugged herself tightly: "it suddenly became very cold."

She sighed: "I knew I would have taken off my coat."

It may be due to the blessing of the solar term of Qingming. The sun is clearly in the morning but the heat is basically not felt, and now it is even worse after the sun has set.

Since the Qingming Poetry Club was held, there was no evening self-study, so they were let go in advance.

Qiao Mian bid farewell to the others, instead of returning to Qingyuan, she asked the driver to drive to the other side.

It was raining lightly when she got out of the car.

The rain was slightly cool, and there seemed to be a layer of fog in front of my eyes.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and occasionally someone was in a hurry, Qiao Mian seemed a little awkward walking among them.

She bought a bouquet of white lilies on the side of the road.

The rain fell on the lilies and slid down the petals.

Qiao Mian reached out to touch the petals, closed her eyes, and bought another umbrella.

(End of this chapter)