Qi Yan stared at his table in a daze, what a surprise. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the first class in the morning, the head teacher brought over a new student, who was transferred from other provinces, and had just entered the school, called Zhou Lansheng.

After the introduction, the head teacher's eyes turned around in the class and then saw that the seat inside Qi Yan was empty, so Qi Yan now has the same table. The boy looks a little thin, but he is still taller than Qi Yan, and it can be clearly seen that he is a more introverted person.

Xu is Qi Yan stared at it for a long time, the boy turned his head and smiled at Qi Yan, and then stared at the book in his hand again. Qi Yan was not too embarrassed to see that he had been discovered.

"Zhou Lansheng, right? My name is Qi Yan, Qi is the Qi of the Monkey King, and the Yan is the inkstone of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Qi Yan still decided to take the initiative to say hello, after all, they might have to sit at the same table for three years.

"Hmm. ”

The boy turned his head and looked at Qi Yan carefully, and then pushed the book towards Qi Yan.

Qi Yan leaned over and saw his name, the Zhou of the Great Zhou, the blue of the blue sky, and the life of life.

"Very nice name, I guess your mother's surname is Lan, so your name is Lan Sheng, right?" Qi Yan really thinks this name is very good, and it is appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar.

Zhou Lansheng nodded vigorously with some surprise, "Your name is also very good." ”

A sentence in exchange for a chuckle from Qi Yan, the first time someone praised her for her beautiful name.

"Mmmm, I think so too. Qi Yan narcissistically agreed, and then introduced the progress of learning to the new tablemate, took his language book, and turned to the class to be taken today, "Na, we have been in class for a week, here, we are going to take this lesson today." ”

Looking at the girl approaching, Zhou Lansheng was a little uncomfortable, nodded lightly, and whispered thank you.

"Just ask me if there's anything you wouldn't, after all, you've missed a week of class. ”

Qi Yan made persistent efforts and drew all the lessons for him before he calmed down and wrote his own things.

With an A4 letter paper, a black pen, and a language book, Qi Yan began to write a novel quietly. She plans to write a short story and submit it to a magazine, and although it can be published online, the short story is a bit unpopular, so she still submits it to the magazine.

First, write the outline, tasks, main story line, etc. After a while, the paper was full of mess.

Zhou Lansheng, who was at the same table, occasionally glanced up, but when he saw that he couldn't understand, he ignored it, just regarded it as a little girl's graffiti. But the words were beautiful, the most beautiful he had ever seen. When I first saw her, I thought she was so young, probably a few years younger than herself, and it was the first time he had seen her in junior high school at such a young age.

The morning passed in Qi Yan's writing and painting, during which the teachers of various subjects found that she was deserting, and asked questions a few times, and they didn't care about her when they saw that she answered them one by one.

Zhou Lansheng on the side has been listening to the lecture quietly and seriously, and he knows that he is a good student at a glance.

"Let's go, tablemate, I'll take you to the cafeteria for a big meal, you haven't been to the cafeteria today. Qi Yan packed up his things and took Zhou Lansheng away.

Zhou Lansheng couldn't refuse when he saw that she was so enthusiastic, and he wouldn't refuse, so he took the lunch box and followed Qi Yan away. He had always envied those who liked to talk and laugh, and he wanted to be liked like that, but he had tried several times and failed, and he thought that this should be natural.