In his short student years, Zhao Qingshan accomplished many feats that others could not accomplish.

For example, in the first year of junior high school, except for Chinese and English, he scored full marks in all other subjects, and with a frightening total score, he was far ahead of the second place in the grade that seemed to have no success in junior high school, or when the teacher was talking vividly, he smoked unscrupulously, and the teacher asked him what was going on, and he would laugh and say that the language book had spontaneously combusted, but the shrewd chemistry teacher really believed it.

When the male classmate who won the second place in the grade every time set off firecrackers to send Zhao Qingshan off school, Zhao Qingshan, who raised his middle finger at the school, had a moment of melancholy, yes, it was not confused, but even he felt too melancholy in the spring and snow, and he couldn't tell why.

It wasn't until a few years later that Junko held the admission letter from the University of Finance and Economics and ran to him breathlessly, listening to Junzi talk about how wonderful the university was, that he suddenly realized that life still owed him a youthful university.

Of course he regretted dropping out of school, but he had no other choice, so he couldn't talk about regrets, so under his tutoring, the shunzi who changed from a scumbag to a super scholar helped him fulfill a wish.

When he came to the magic capital last year, he wanted to come and see it, but because he was lying on the hospital bed for half a month, and then because of an emergency incident involving one of Tang Yanyun's relatives, the two rushed to Ninghui Province overnight.

Zhao Qingshan wanted to see what Xiao Shunzi had lived like back then, and also to see if the university Xiao Shunzi studied in was as described back then, like clouds in the wind and smiling eyes in the rain, full of poetry.

Therefore, Zhao Qingshan came to the campus of the University of Finance again with some suspicion of sneaking.

At a glance, I didn't feel much poetry, but the spring was very strong, well, this is good, but it's a pity that the skirt is a little longer, and I can't even look at the buttocks, this temperament is good, if it weren't for a few more buttons on the shirt, I would definitely be able to get a few more points, what is the situation over there, ah, performance art, no wonder...

It's not that Zhao Qingshan only has beautiful girls in black silk and short skirts in his eyes, but the ratio of men and women in Caida does make the boys feel very happy, and it would be better if there were no rich second generation outside the school who came to grab food like wolves and tigers.

Pure, cold, proud, elegant, it seems that any girl can be found on campus, except for one, the old.

It's no wonder that Junko proudly boasted that she could see beautiful women when she closed her eyes in our school.

Zhao Qingshan stopped and stopped, feeding his eyeballs.

"Handsome guy, do you know how to fix a bicycle?"

An almost timid voice sounded, and when she called out the handsome guy, there was a trill, and she didn't know if she was really timid enough to be so timid, or if a "handsome guy" made her conscience uneasy.

Zhao Qingshan, who was measuring the measurements of a black silk girl on the left, turned his head, glanced at the girl seemingly lightly, and finally stayed on the other party's hands for a second, and grinned: "It's necessary." ”

The girl's face is not outstanding, her face is stained with black engine oil, with a pair of black-framed glasses, the frame is very large and thick, it seems to be the kind of obedient girl who is dedicated to studying, her hair is messy without a little makeup, and her clothes are also plain, and her simple clothes are a bad match.

In the brief eye contact with Zhao Qingshan, his eyes dodged a few times, obviously because he had no confidence in himself.

It seemed that she couldn't believe Zhao Qingshan's refreshing promise, her eyes widened, because she had been rejected twice in a row, she told herself that if there was a third time, she would call her classmates to help, she had already figured out who to call, and of course she had to invite a canteen.

She just wanted to confirm it out loud, but the other party had already bent down and put her hand on the chain of the runaway car, she looked at it stupidly, and then she tossed the naughty ghost for more than ten minutes, and the other party was obedient in less than a minute.

"It's done, the chain is longer, you'd better go to the repair shop and get it, or you'll run out often." Zhao Qingshan clapped his hands and put on a smile that he thought was very handsome, after all, except for going to the store to buy things, few people would call him a handsome guy with a clear conscience.

"Thank you. The girl smiled implicitly, a very clean smile, but unfortunately it affected the smile as a whole.

"No thanks, your hands are beautiful. Zhao Qingshan finished with a smile, waved his hand and continued to walk forward.

The girl lowered her head, looked at her hands stained with oil, and wondered: Is it beautiful?

Of course, the good girl will not know that Zhao Qingshan has a very cheap character, that is, the kind of woman who asks for help at every turn, and can solve it by herself, but scratches her head and asks him to solve it, he really wants to slap her and ask her if you have mutilated limbs or am I very familiar with you?

Of course, when a beautiful woman encounters a little thing, she will never lack a man before and after the saddle, but he Zhao Qingshan just doesn't like the feeling of being criticized, especially a beautiful woman, even if that beautiful woman has a lot of experience in seducing men, and it is an honor to be complacent after making people work hard.

But who is Zhao Qingshan? I can see through the essence at a glance, no matter how good the surface kung fu is, don't you want Lao Tzu to act as a free laborer?

On the other hand, when he saw this girl who was willing to fix the bicycle by herself, he willingly grabbed the chain covered with engine oil, and he said that the hands were very beautiful, which was a sincere compliment.

A few minutes later, Zhao Qingshan looked at the girl who stopped the car and then pushed the cart to catch up with him with a smile, and asked, "Do you want to invite me to dinner?"

Cheekiness is just that.

The bicycle girl looked stunned, she could invite her classmates to dinner, but it was not practical to invite a stranger to dinner, but she forgot that she was not good at refusing a person who had helped her, and blurted out: "Yes." ”

Fortunately, she doesn't know how to dress up, Zhao Qingshan muttered to himself, such a girl is too easy to deceive, there are many beautiful women, if she tries it in other schools with a slightly more normal ratio of men and women?

Zhao Qingshan couldn't bear to continue teasing her, and said truthfully: "I've had lunch, thank you." ”

"Oh. ”

She actually wanted to ask him, why didn't she wash her hands, and then repeat a thank you, she felt that her voice just now was too quiet, and the other party probably didn't hear it, but now, she didn't dare to ask, because she was afraid of being teased by him.

The girl got on her bike slowly and went in the opposite direction at a slow pace.

Maybe college life is a strange girl riding a bicycle.

Zhao Qingshan washed his hands by a small pool, and then sat on the grass with his back against the tree, lit a Daqin cigarette stuffed to him, and looked at the pair of young men and women who were like glue knees, with a quiet expression.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Qingshan leaned against the big tree, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep.

Not far away, a tall and beautiful girl with long hair fluttering intently waved a pencil on the drawing board, sometimes staring in the direction of a certain tree for a while, sometimes with a bright face, sometimes with a deep brow.

Gradually, there were people standing around her, and those lovers holding hands also ran towards this side with great interest, some people watched her painting motionlessly, some people picked up their mobile phones and took pictures, but no one made a noise, and no one approached her within three meters.

Time passed, and I don't know whether the others were looking at people or paintings, but no one left.

Suddenly, the girl frowned and took down the finished sketch, and the others were stunned, because the next second she tore off the character sketch that seemed to everyone to be very charming and tasteful.

Then she was quiet, redrawing, exhaling, deliberately slowing down, and this time, she didn't frown so many times.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Qingshan woke up, but found that the surroundings were unusually quiet.

"Don't move!"

Zhao Qingshan followed the sound and saw a girl in white pointing at him in panic, very beautiful and amazing.

Also, there were a lot of people around her.

But Zhao Qingshan still didn't think words like "don't move" would sound pleasant, and he wondered, "Why?"

The girl said declaratively, "I haven't finished painting yet. ”

Zhao Qingshan got up, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, I've already moved." ”

The girl blushed angrily and said, "How can you be like this!"

Zhao Qingshan was not interested in discussing the advanced topic of "why can't I be like this" with a proud swan, so he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

There was a lot of discussion behind his back, but Zhao Qingshan didn't look back.

Under the big tree on the other side, a young girl wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a piece of sketch paper in her hand, hides in a place that no one can see.

Draw a man asleep.

Leaning against a tree, one leg falls straight on the grass, one leg half-arched in the air.

One hand rests on your belly, and the other hand grasps a tuft of grass.

He tilted his head and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.