The recruitment activity of the Literary Society ended, and Song Xiangran and the three of them handed in their works, and soon got the qualifications to join the Literary Society.

Among them, the happiest is Li Xiuqin. Because Li Xiuqin herself knows that her qualifications are not as good as Song Cha and Song Xiangran, but now through her own efforts, she has also entered the literary club.

Hard work will always be rewarded, it is only a matter of time.

On the other hand, Li Xiuqin became the class representative of the literary appreciation class, and for a while, it also became the talk of some boring people after dinner.

There are always some people who are full and have nothing to do, picking bones in the eggs behind their backs, just because others have done things that they can't do.

When she was queuing up for dinner at noon, Li Xiuqin heard someone in the team next door discussing her dress.

&;Hey, isn't this the class representative of Lin Kun's big demon king?&;The tall girl with a double ponytail covered her mouth and said to her companion.

Her companion was a girl who also wore a double ponytail, and her tone of voice was similar to hers: &;Wow, who dares to be the class representative of the Great Demon King of Lin Kun, dressed like a devil, okay?&;

Although the two girls didn't speak loudly, in the ears of Li Xiuqin, who was inferior, it was infinitely magnified a hundred times, which sounded particularly harsh.

Li Xiuqin grabbed the corner of her clothes, lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes, these cloth shoes were sewn for her by her mother overnight at the end of last year, and Li Xiuqin has been reluctant to throw them away.

On the other hand, the two girls who were talking about Li Xiuqin were wearing brand-new skirts, with shiny small leather shoes with shoe polish on their feet, delicate makeup painted on their faces, and a vague fragrance on their bodies.

When the comparison was made, Li Xiuqin even felt in her heart that what the two girls said was right.

&;Female classmate, what are you eating?&;The canteen aunt saw that Li Xiuqin kept her head down and didn't speak, so she patted the window to attract Li Xiuqin's attention.

Hearing her aunt's voice, Li Xiuqin raised her head, her eyes were a little foggy, she reacted quickly and blinked a few times.

After a while, Li Xiuqin regained her previous look, and said to Aunt Canteen with a smile: &; I want braised eggplant, thank you, Auntie. &;

Aunt Canteen was very satisfied and relieved with Li Xiuqin's &;thank you&, and was in a good mood, and then gave Li Xiuqin an extra spoonful of braised eggplant.

When the two girls who were talking about Li Xiuqin next to them saw each other, they looked at each other and were a little jealous.

But when the two of them were cooking, they all looked at people with their nostrils in a haughty posture, and the aunt who was cooking was naturally not used to it, so when she was cooking for them, she deliberately used a little more strength and shook the spoon.

&;What's the situation, why am I so meat?&;

&;Don't talk about you, look at my scrambled eggs with tomatoes, where can you see how many eggs?&;

The two girls frowned and complained about the eccentricity of the cafeteria aunt while glaring at Li Xiuqin.

When Li Xiuqin sat down with the dishes, Song Xiangran and Song Cha obviously felt that something was wrong with her.

&;Xiuqin, what's wrong with you?&;Song Xiangran naturally fried the celery on his plate and gave a chopstick to Li Xiuqin.

&;Thanks, I'm fine. Li Xiuqin smiled gratefully.

In order to save money, Li Xiuqin hardly eats meat dishes, and almost all meals are vegetarian dishes. Song Xiangran and Song Cha understand Li Xiuqin's suffering, so they will make meat dishes and give them to Li Xiuqin by the way.

Originally, Li Xiuqin didn't accept it, but she couldn't stand Song Xiangran and Song Cha always saying that they wanted to lose weight and eat less, so they had to compromise in the end.

&;You walked over very low just now, did something happen?&;Song Cha raised his head, looked at Li Xiuqin very seriously, and asked.

Li Xiuqin looked down at the dishes on her plate, silently counting the rice grains in the bowl in her heart, and didn't know how to say what was in her heart for the first time.

Song Xiangran and Song Cha have always been very good to Li Xiuqin, and they are simply meticulous to Li Xiuqin, Li Xiuqin has no money and no power, and she doesn't know how to repay Song Xiangran and Song Cha.

Now, because of those two nosy girls, Song Xiangran and Song Cha have to worry about themselves, the more Li Xiuqin thinks about it, the more she feels a little unbearable.

Thinking about it, Li Xiuqin's nose began to pantothenic, and after a while, tears began to fall.

Song Xiangran and Song Cha were startled and looked at each other, and then Song Xiangran handed a tissue to Li Xiuqin, and said gently: &; Xiuqin, don't be afraid, if you say something, there is me and Ah Cha. &;

Taking the tissue, Li Xiuqin wiped it indiscriminately, then sniffed, choked up: &;Xiangran, Acha, why are you so good?&;

The sudden praise made Song Xiangran and Song Cha couldn't help laughing.

&;What's the matter, we're good friends, and it's mutual to be good to you. Song Xiangran smiled, stretched out his hand and gently patted Li Xiuqin's shoulder.

Unlike other girls' shoulders, Li Xiuqin's shoulders have almost no flesh, and they hurt a little. Song Xiangran was secretly surprised by this, and began to feel sorry for Li Xiuqin in her heart, although she herself grew up in the countryside, she was well fed and clothed, so that she would not be so thin that she panicked.

With Song Xiangran's encouragement and comfort, Li Xiuqin opened her mouth and said everything she had just done.

Song Xiangran and Song Cha frowned when they heard this. They really couldn't imagine that some girls were so unkind-hearted, and they criticized a person's appearance for no reason, which was groundless.

Just when Song Xiangran was about to hand Li Xiuqin a tissue again, a man's hand that was much whiter than them handed over a tissue.

&;Hey, this lovely female classmate, why are you crying?&;The not-so-standard Chinese sounded on Li Xiuqin's head.

Song Xiangran and Li Xiuqin raised their heads and found that it was Chris, the foreign exchange student who had accosted Song Xiangran at the beginning of school. He wore a blue casual shirt today, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing strong muscles and full of masculinity.

Li Xiuqin's tear ducts suddenly became sluggish, and she didn't dare to drop a single tear, she almost couldn't breathe, just looked at Chris blankly and didn't speak.

&;How could such a good-looking face cry?&;Chris showed a distressed expression, and then made a move that shocked everyone.

I saw Chris squatting in front of Li Xiuqin, picking up the tissue, looking at Li Xiuqin's eyes, and gently wiping the tears on Li Xiuqin's face.

At the time, this seemed to be too intimate, so it provoked discussion and gossip from other people around him.

The last time I saw Chris, Song Xiangran and Song Cha still had a good impression of him, but this time Chris's appearance, in the eyes of Song Xiangran and Song Cha, didn't it make matters worse?

So Song Cha, who is straight, made a more shocking move.