Chapter 45: My Fair Lady

"Teacher, he has already handed me the money to join the association just now, but I was negligent for a while and didn't notify you in time, it's my fault." After Ling Xuan finished speaking, she turned her head and winked at Qin Le, quietly hinting at him.

Qin Le had already understood her kindness, and returned a grateful smile to her, and his heart, which had been so broken by Wang Yuyu just now, immediately warmed up.

"Qin Le, is that so?" Teacher Xue's tone softened slightly.

"Yes, teacher, Ling Xuan originally asked me to report back in the next class, but I often hear her say that in your class, I can learn a lot of calligraphy knowledge, I didn't hold back and sneaked in, I know that it was my fault, I hope the teacher doesn't blame her." Qin Lehui looked at ease, and expressed his respect for Teacher Xue's talent and his gratitude to Ling Xuan.

Wang Yuyu was dumbfounded, she couldn't have imagined that Qin Le, an otaku who stayed at home, would know Ling Xuan, but she obviously didn't see Qin Le and Ling Xuan have communicated? And I didn't see Qin Leyou handing over money to Ling Xuan just now, could it be that he didn't see it?

Don't even think about it, Qin Le must be very familiar with Ling Xuan, otherwise how could Qin Le say that he often heard Ling Xuan say that Teacher Xue was doing well in class?

Wang Yuyu thought of this, her nose couldn't help but be a little sour, and she felt aggrieved, she always thought that Qin Le was the only girl in her life, how could she not understand how good he was to herself? So she always likes to talk to Qin Le, even if she quarrels with him, she will feel that it is a happy thing.

Now that there is one more out of thin air, how can you not be sad about your rival who is fighting against you?

Wang Yuyu's eyes gradually became gloomy, he lowered his head, and lost his life.

"So that's what happened, just make it clear. This time, the teacher is not going to hold you accountable, so he will punish the two of you for cleaning today's classroom. Qin Le, you must bring the four treasures of Qi Wenfang in the next class, you know? Teacher Xue said.

"Got it!" Qin Le nodded briskly in reply, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back in his chair.

Teacher Xue really deserves to be Bole, even the punishment is so loving, arranging for himself and Ling Xuan to clean up together, is there a better errand than this? Qin Le couldn't help but feel a dark feeling in his heart, and he almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Okay, now let's start the class...... Teacher Xue finally began to teach the members of the association to practice calligraphy.

Qin Le pretended to listen very carefully, but his mind ran to the beautiful woman named Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan's facial features are exquisite, and her eyebrows reveal a quiet and elegant temperament, among many women who show off her flowers, she is like a lotus flower that comes out of the mud and is not stained, which makes people reluctant to tarnish her brightness.

Qin Le forgot about Ling Xuan's appearance for a while, he only remembered that she was very good-looking, and after one glance, he wanted to take a second look, Qin Le looked at her back in a daze, and smiled unconsciously.

Wang Yuyu was in a depressed mood and didn't have the heart to practice calligraphy, and the moment when Qin Le was smiling lewdly happened to be captured by her.

The class time of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is only less than 40 minutes, Qin Le is ready for money, and he can't wait to hand over the money to Ling Xuan, so that he can look at her a few more times from a quiet distance, haha.

After Teacher Xue left the classroom, Qin Le didn't move at all, waiting for everyone else to leave, and then stepped forward to talk to Ling Xuan.

Wang Yuyu caught a glimpse of Qin Le's gaze, but still did not leave Ling Xuan, inexplicably a little sad, and left the classroom without saying a word.

Finally, everyone else was gone, and only Qin Le and Ling Xuan were left in the classroom.

Ling Xuan seemed to have forgotten the existence of Qin Le, and was still on the desk, concentrating on copying calligraphy.

"Ling Xuan, thank you." Qin Le said and walked to Ling Xuan's side.

"Thank me for what? Thank you for lying to you? Ling Xuan stopped the brush in her hand and placed it on the inkstone.

"I really didn't expect you to help me like this. How can a white lie be considered a lie? Qin Le quipped.

"Fortunately, you reacted quickly, if you don't take it, I'll be miserable." Ling Xuan sighed.

"Seriously, I was surprised, I really didn't expect you to offer to help me. Thank you! Qin Le was extremely grateful.

"Okay, don't keep saying thank you, like I'm so nice to you."

Don't say thank you with your mouth, do you use the second child to say it? Ha ha!

"Okay~"

"You're quite good at talking, and you're very happy to coax Teacher Xue!" Ling Xuan's words seemed to have a thorn in them.

"Where? I'm telling the truth, I can say whatever I want, I really think Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy can be ranked second. Qin Le told the truth.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Ling Xuan sneered.

"Which one are you talking about?" Qin Le asked blankly.

"Didn't you just tell Teacher Xue that I often praise him in front of you? You are quite thoughtful, not only praising Teacher Xue, but also helping me please Teacher Xue. "What Ling Xuan said is always ambiguous, but he is smart and generous.

"When you say that, do you praise me or hurt me?" Qin Le was afraid that Ling Xuan was that kind of cold goddess just now, but after chatting for a few words, he found that she was unexpectedly talkative.

"You can understand it yourself."

"Okay, then I'll treat you as a compliment to me. Hey. Qin Le replied with a smile.

"Sit down." Ling Xuan stood up from her seat, walked to the side, and instructed Qin Le.

"Huh? Do? Qin Le's head often short-circuited, or he habitually asked knowingly.

"I just listened to you and have my own opinions on calligraphy. I told you to sit down, of course, so that you could show me your hands. Ling Xuan's eyes seemed suspicious.

"I just talked nonsense, what I wrote is actually not as good as what I said, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"I said that you are a big boy, why are you always twisting and pinching, you can write when you are asked, and I will not be disappointed if you write well or not." Ling Xuan's tone was like an order.

A woman's lack of talent is virtue, Qin Le suddenly felt that the words of the ancients were too reasonable.

Ling Xuan relied on her talent and always used a condescending tone to talk to Qin Le, which really made Qin Le feel uncomfortable.

Qin Le didn't speak, sat down, and thought in his heart about giving her a dismount. Otherwise, do you really think that Brother Le's hard training in the cold and summer when he is young is a joke?

He picked up the brush, dotted the ink, and began to write on the white paper.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Ling Xuan read out loud the words written by Qin Le, like a heavenly sound, ringing in Qin Le's ears.

"To you! You're welcome! Qin Le is extremely confident in his regular script. What's more, I practiced this poem no less than 800 times when I was in middle school, and I always wanted to give it to the girl I had a crush on, but unfortunately I was young and timid and has not given it away yet.

"Give it to me?" Ling Xuan was quite surprised, probably misunderstanding what Qin Le meant.

The ancients often used poetry to send affection, Qin Le wrote this love poem, not to confess to her, but the best he wrote was this poem, because he practiced a lot, so he could get it.

"Of course, you don't want it?"

"No, I want to ask you something, and then decide whether to accept your gift or not." Ling Xuan said quite seriously.

"What's the matter?" Qin Le had an ominous premonition.

"What is your relationship with Wang Yuyu?" Ling Xuan said coldly.

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