At this time, Zhang Ping was lying on her own bed, but she was tossing and turning, and she had no sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday's experience, which may have been nothing in the eyes of adults, was a release of her feelings during this time, and it made her feel a little happy, but she also knew that the ending was almost a similar devastating blow to her.

But for some reason, Zhang Ping felt that she didn't regret it. If time comes back, Zhang Ping feels that she will still choose to get close to Li Jie. Because, Zhang Ping also knows that dreams are just dreams after all. The distance between dreams and reality is very long. Although the dream is beautiful, it can develop according to its own imagination, but, after all, it is always made up by oneself. To say it makes sense seems to make some sense, to say it doesn't make sense. It's also worthless.

Although last night, Zhang Ping experienced the most difficult experience for her to feel so big, but Zhang Ping believes that no matter what, it is worth it. There is that pain and humiliation of failure, but, after all, that's reality.

Now, Zhang Ping is sitting on the bed thinking about these things, and her heart is churning unconsciously.

At this moment, it is past noon. At the current time, if you put it in normal times, everyone has already gone to the classroom to prepare for the afternoon's homework, but today, the girls in the girls' dormitory are still lying in bed. Isn't it? Most of them were tired. Perhaps, what made them feel tired was not the carnival last night, but a kind of accumulation on weekdays, but last night, they broke out. Just like Zhang Ping, her feeling is also a kind of accumulation on weekdays, and yesterday's release, although it made them feel tired, but after all, it was also a release.

At this moment, the dormitory was quiet, and most of the girls were already asleep.

Yun Shanshan's bed was close to the door of the dormitory, and now she was lying on her bed without any scruples, sleeping with her head bored. The girls from other classes who were crowded outside the dormitory would glance at Yun Shanshan's first bed from time to time, and there was a slight look of surprise in their eyes, but soon, this look disappeared. After all, girls can also accept this somewhat unusual situation. Boys and girls in middle school, although they seem to outsiders to be flowers and seedlings that have not yet grown in a greenhouse, are actually the kind of people who have not been regulated by some worldly or some stereotypes, and their way of thinking is actually the most pioneering and the most receptive to all kinds of mental things.

There is also a reason why young people are the hope of the motherland.

Yun Shanshan was already sleeping like a baby at the moment, which was indisputable. And at this moment, when Yun Shanshan was asleep, the two sinister gazes never moved away from the position where she was lying on her stomach, although the gaze was separated by the mosquito net, but it was still like a sharp sword, almost breaking through the mosquito net and stabbing directly at Yun Shanshan.

There is no doubt that the gaze is Zhang Ping's.

At the moment, although almost all the girls are resting, there are always people who go against common sense. Just like Zhang Ping is one of them. She couldn't sleep, hatred and frustration were haunting her like a poisonous snake at the moment, making her heart burn in anger. Therefore, her gaze is directly an expression of her heart.

That's often the case, though. While ordinary people are asleep, the elites are generally awake. And when the average person gets up, it's time for the elite to start sleeping. Therefore, at this moment, when everyone, these mediocre people are sleeping, in addition to Zhang Ping, the elite, there is another person in the dormitory, and there is no rest. And everyone will surely guess who she is. And, rightfully so, it's her.

Qiu Ying is not resting now, at this moment, she is half-lying on the bed, her eyes are firmly fixed on a book, her expression seems to be a little focused, but this overly focused appearance betrays her. This kind of overly focused appearance may just be habitually done for ordinary people, and it is also habitually done to fool ordinary people, although now in the entire dormitory, all ordinary people have slept.

At this moment, Qiu Ying's eyes were firmly fixed on a language book, and the rows of words seemed to be like active elves, which seemed to be charming to attract Qiu Ying's attention, but in fact, Qiu Ying's current thinking or consciousness had all been beating with Zhang Ping's world.

Although through the mosquito net, Qiu Ying had already captured everything in Zhang Ping's hanging mosquito net at the moment with her extraordinary sharp touch cells.

Qiu Ying's gaze lingered on the book for a moment, and when she realized that all the mortals in the dormitory had fallen asleep, her gaze suddenly turned away from the book. When her eyes were far away from the book, her eyes were not looking for anything like a sword in Zhang Ping's hanging mosquito net, but Yun Shanshan, who was sleeping at the moment when the tip of the sword had touched. The moment Qiu Ying's gaze touched Yun Shanshan, her brows furrowed.

To be honest, on weekdays, Qiu Ying is a person, she knows herself, she knows that she is almost a cold-blooded animal. For Zhang Ping and Yun Shanshan, Qiu Ying felt that she almost liked to be close to Zhang Ping, not Yun Shanshan. In Qiu Ying's eyes, Zhang Ping is an enthusiastic and hopeful person. Qiu Ying feels that Zhang Ping is sometimes very similar to herself, and Qiu Ying believes that Zhang Ping's mind and wisdom are comparable to herself. As for Yun Shanshan, Qiu Ying feels that she is also a bit like herself. Yun Shanshan is a girl, Qiu Ying feels that she is a little unable to see through her. It seems that she is a simple little girl. But for some reason, Qiu Ying felt that every time she used some ordinary people's thinking to detect her, she often found that her thinking would encounter obstacles. Qiu Ying felt that his thinking mode could almost easily detect many ordinary human beings, their minds, souls, Qiu Ying almost knew what kind of goods they were as long as he looked at them, and he was completely able to figure out how to deal with these goods and how to face them, all of which were clear and clear in Qiu Ying's heart. Moreover, Qiu Ying can also understand that Zhang Ping almost has the same ability as herself, that is, to control all kinds of people, to put it despicably, that is, to use all kinds of people. But, isn't it? People are very thorough, but the reality is not a myth, the reality is that a person who can play well in various industries must have the ability to control all kinds of people. This skill even includes pretending, lack of means, and hypocrisy. All of this, you care how you do it, but you have to do it beautifully, so that others accept and approve of it, or get the majority of people to accept or approve of it.