Bamboo Horse Green Plum: The Exclusive Sweetheart of the School Grass

Chapter 48 Of course it came in aboveboard!
Tang Qianxia looked down at her little feet.

"Oh……"

Tang Qianxia carefully avoided the shattered glass shards and wanted to walk to a safe place.

Seeing her cautious look, Mo Hanxuan's heart tightened. She moved her feet slowly, because her left ankle was injured, so she walked a little slowly.

Mo Hanxuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and walked in front of her, and hugged Tang Qianxia up by the waist.

"Ah, Mo Hanxuan, what are you doing?!" Tang Qianxia glared at Mo Hanxuan angrily, and moved her little hand to pat Mo Hanxuan's shoulder.

Mo Hanxuan pretended not to hear and carried her to her bed and gently put Tang Qianxia on the bed.

"Idiot, I'm afraid you want to get stabbed even worse by walking like that?"

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it!"

Mo Hanxuan stared at her for a long time, then swallowed a little dry.

"How did you come into my room?" Tang Qianxia raised her face and looked at him.

"Of course I walked in openly. If my young master hadn't appeared in time, I think you, a stupid girl, might have stabbed yourself to death!"

Tang Qianxia hugged the pillow and yawned: "I'm going to sleep, please leave."

Mo Hanxuan glanced at her and walked out to the balcony. Tang Qianxia turned her head to look at his slender back and scratched her head in doubt.

A few days passed unknowingly, and Tang Qianxia's injury also healed a lot.

"Qianxia, ​​do you want to join the college's club this semester?" Song Ke'er put her hands on her chin and looked at Tang Qianxia who was busy writing with a cute expression.

"What society?"

"There are dance clubs, calligraphy clubs, painting clubs, and cosplay clubs... In short, there are a lot of fun clubs!" Song Ke'er reached out and shook Tang Qianxia's arm vigorously: "Can you join me together?"

Tang Qianxia smiled at her with a grin: "Hey... let go first."

"You promise me first!"

"I don't think she has any special skills, so she didn't dare to sign up for any club?" A mocking voice came from the side.

Tang Qianxia and Song Ke'er turned their heads to look at Sun Yimo, who was clasping her hands in front of her, looking proud.

"Qianxia, ​​would you like to join the club?" Song Keer ignored Sun Yimo and continued to shake Tang Qianxia's arm.

Tang Qianxia glanced at Sun Yimo who was standing aside and ignored.

"Qianxia, ​​I heard that Senior Duan also belongs to the art club, why don't we join the art club?"

When Tang Qianxia heard that Duan Youxun was from the art club, she looked at Song Ke'er excitedly: "Really?!"

"Yeah, so do you want to go with me?"

"Go!" Tang Qianxia agreed without thinking.

If she joins the art club, she can get closer to her seniors.

Tang Qianxia lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled.

In the afternoon, Tang Qianxia and Song Ke'er went to the art club to sign up. As soon as they walked to the first floor of the complex building, they met Mo Hanxuan and Yu Zexi, who was always by Mo Hanxuan's side and was always smiling. .

Song Keer smiled and shook hands at Yu Zexi: "Hi, senior..."

"Hello, junior girl, we meet again!" Yu Zexi was still smiling, and his long and narrow peach eyes kept firing at him.

"Brother Jersey." Tang Qianxia also greeted Yu Zexi with a smile, and automatically omitted Mo Hanxuan who was standing next to Yu Zexi.

Mo Hanxuan's expression sank a bit, he stared at Tang Qianxia coldly, wishing to stare at her a hole.

"Where are you going?" Yu Zexi asked.

"We're going to sign up for the art club... Huh?" Song Ke'er was dragged away by Tang Qianxia before she could finish speaking.

"Let's go."

Tang Qianxia lowered her voice and looked sideways at Song Ke'er who still wanted to turn around.

"Qian Xia hasn't finished talking yet..."

"Okay, if you don't hurry up for a while, there will be no ranking."

"Oh……"

Yu Zexi turned his head to look at Tang Qianxia who was dragging Song Keer and disappeared at the end of the corridor, and couldn't help but smile.

"Pfft, that little girl Qianxia is too cute."

Mo Hanxuan gave him a cold look: "Just how cute is that stupid girl like her?"

"I think Qian Xia is very cute, Ah Xuan, just now Qian Xia's friends said that they are going to join the art club..."

"That's none of my business?" Mo Hanxuan threw the file bag in his hand to Yu Zexi, and Yu Zexi quickly took it with both hands.

"What is this?"

Yu Zexi took a look at the file bag.

"This is the student union's recruitment requirement for this semester. You can take it to Sun Tongxi later."

"Oh..." Yu Zexi looked at the document in his hand, raised his lips and smiled meaningfully, as if he could come up with a very good idea.

A few days later……

The activities of the art club started on Wednesday afternoon as scheduled, and Song Keer hurriedly dragged Tang Qianxia into the studio.

Duan Youxun stood in front of the studio window with an art textbook in his hand and looked down at the book in his hand.

Song Ke'er quickly found a seat and pulled Tang Qianxia to sit down.

Duan Youxun turned around and met the eyes of Tang Qianxia who had been slacking off on her.

Tang Qianxia looked away at the drawing board in embarrassment.

Duan Youxun raised his lips and smiled warmly: "Qianxia, ​​are you also joining the art club?"

"Ah?" Song Ke'er raised her hand and lightly bumped Tang Qianxia's elbow, and Tang Qianxia came to her senses and looked at Duan Youxun in embarrassment: "Yes, that's right."

Duan Youxun walked towards her, then pulled away the chair on her right and sat down, then took out a charcoal black pen from his toolbox.

"From then on, we will be study partners in the same studio." Duan Youxun turned his head and looked at Tang Qianxia tenderly.

Tang Qianxia nodded, her little face was already flushed red.

Song Ke'er pursed her lips, holding a black charcoal pen and gesticulating on the drawing paper sullenly.

After one class, Tang Qianxia was so nervous that she couldn't be more nervous. From time to time, she peeked at Duan Youxun who was sitting next to her and was seriously painting.

My heart was beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

Her hand holding the charcoal pencil kept moving until she didn't even know what she was drawing.

Duan Youxun turned his head to look at the black thing on Tang Qianxia's drawing paper, and couldn't help but sneered: "Pfft, Qianxia, ​​what are you drawing?"

"Ah?" Tang Qianxia looked at her masterpiece in embarrassment, and grinned in embarrassment: "I painted that vase..." Tang Qianxia glanced at the vase in the middle.

"Don't draw the shadows so heavily..." Duan Youxun carefully pointed out Tang Qianxia's shortcomings. Tang Qianxia had been secretly watching him all the time, and she didn't even know what he said, so she could only act stupidly nod.

(End of this chapter)