Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Before the midterm exam, she went on like everyone else for days, and when her grades came down, she could really see how hard she was trying.

Her previous grades in sophomore year, that is, she was about middle-class. By the time she reached senior year, she could understand some of the courses, and she could try to keep up with the supplementary classes. In the end, the intermediate exam grades of each department could be obtained and passed by nearly 100% more. The teacher was already satisfied with her current grades, and encouraged her to continue her efforts. Take advantage of the time available to continue to supplement more classes, and step down all the courses in the senior year. If the ranking can continue to rise, the teacher would definitely not be ashamed of her grandfather.

Qin Shiting's grades are undoubtedly still the first of the school year. Heard that he was the first of the school year's cicada league a long time ago, this first person could not be shaken. According to the observation of him when reading songs, it was found that he listened to classes, but he was not as focused as other schoolmasters, nor was he the type of masked to focus on learning. He seemed to gain a unique absorptive capacity absolutely strong on all aspects of knowledge, plus he was also serious. Unlike other rich disciples, his life was clear and clean with precise direction, gradually, as if it were her daily wind marker in school.

“Well, you see, the total score is 185 points short compared to yours.” Read the song and expand your midterm report card in front of Qin Shiting: “Last month when you lent me your notes, I said, if I can reach above the line and get at least 50 points higher than the expected grade, you give me your phone number, you see, I have a lot more than that. ”

Qin Shiting did not answer.

Although she made the offer herself at the time, he didn't say anything and didn't say yes, but he didn't say no.

The only way to read a song is to compromise: "Why don't you give me your phone number at the final exam if I can score more than 30 points higher than right now? ”

Qin Shiting didn't see her, as if she didn't hear.

I didn't want to get discouraged when I read the song, but I also felt a little struck. Even though he didn't refuse at the time, it was just a mobile number, and she wouldn't bother him...

Exams are followed by a rare two-day weekend. Recently, school hours have been too tight. Only Sundays can be taken off for half a day, rarely two days off.

Zhao Xiaoqing came out and went shopping, wearing a beautiful little floral dress, and walked with her arm: “Aren't you doing well for this exam? Teacher said that you were 300 years old and threw out the tails of our cranes. Why are you still so shy? Who's messing with you? ”

The chant made me laugh: “No, it's probably the only thing I can do to get rid of the rear of the crane, but the hundreds of people in front need me to keep looking. It's really too hard to catch up. I think it makes sense for grown-ups to chat. ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Students are the most tired. When they grow up, they are only tired because of endless responsibilities and burdens of life. But as students, they are tired of combining their brains and strength. They can't finish their homework, they can't finish their studies, and they can't keep up with their accomplishments. ”

“Tsk, I said you weren't always exotic. Why are you suddenly depressed?” Zhao Xiaoqing laughed: “Did you lose your heart again? ”

Zhao Xiaoqing's so-called heartbreak is already the norm of reading songs. For example, when Qin Shiting ignored her, or what she said was ignored by Qin Shiting, or Qin Shiting went to a student cadre for a meeting without classes, these can be collectively referred to as the heartbreak phase of reading songs.

“Sort of.” Read the song and sigh.

Zhao Xiaoqing couldn't help laughing: “I think you should change your target. Many of the boys in our class like you. ”

The song didn't say anything, but she looked down at her phone, and the class manager just sent her the registration form to be submitted on Monday. It was a temporary vacancy in the course that made her fill it out. She picked up her phone and started filling out the form.

In fact, the opinions and practices of reading songs in real time on many things are the kind of frank and shaky, but just in this little obscure courage towards Qin Shiting, she found herself quite absurd.

After filling out the form, the teacher asked where she was. She said she wanted to go shopping with Zhao Xiaoqing outside. The teacher asked if a man was needed to come and help them with their bags. When she read the song, she smiled back a [no] word. The teacher regretted that she enjoyed shopping and spent less money. The text chat was over.

After a few hours of walking around the street, I didn't buy anything. After all, I usually wear school uniforms for a little longer, and I don't lack any everyday clothes, so I really don't have anything to buy.

Zhao Xiaoqing asked her to go to the dessert store for a chocolate doughnut before they went home.

After the midterm exam, this rare two-day vacation, the emotion of singing is really a little unreachable, after a day of walking the street, I will stay home, I will not go out of the house, occasionally talk to Grandpa to report my academic achievements, and occasionally look at some of the learning materials Grandpa sent to me that are suitable for her to look at, when it is okay, look at the human skeleton in the study, observe the position and composition of each bone, I don't feel sleepy counting pieces at a time, it just seems that there is something pressed against me in my heart, there is always a look in my mind after Qin Shiting has seen her achievements, but I don't feel comfortable.

She should only blame herself for not trying hard enough, or if her grades are moderate, she dares to sell them in front of him. It is already good without his laughter. She can still hope to get any encouragement, he does not owe her, and there is really no need to encourage her.

On Sunday night, read a song and pack up your study materials and books. You have to go back to school tomorrow. After bathing, lie in bed, close your eyes, and your mind is full of Qin Shiting.

She raised her hand and tapped her head.

She should probably go back to Grandpa's lab for a few more days to help distract herself.

When I thought about my transcript, I didn't seem to show it to my parents. After they returned home a while ago, they returned to the United States without staying at home for the first half of the month. Now it's daytime over there. She got up and took a picture of the roll with her phone and sent it to my parents.

A few minutes later, she went to warm herself up with a glass of milk to prepare her drink and heard a text message from her cell phone on the bed in the bedroom, thinking it was Mom and Dad who gave her back when they saw the transcript.

She didn't really care to drink the milk first. After a long day of scrambling back to bed, she pulled off the quilt and was about to lie down before picking up her phone and sliding away and looking at it.

The next moment, the expression on the face of the song fell into an unprecedented emptiness and confusion, even forgetting to breathe. After looking back, he took a deep breath, staring at the strange number on the phone screen and texting, and saw that there were only three words on it that were cold and clear ——

Qin Shiting.