The first class of the evening self-study is arranged by the students freely, and the teacher will come to give lectures or give students exercises at the beginning of the second class.

But tonight was a little different. As soon as the class bell rang, Lin Zichen's first class of high school walked into several people with cards around their necks.

When everyone looked closely, they were all students, but they seemed to be members of a club at the school.

I saw one of the leading boys walk up to the podium and say to everyone: "Hello students, we are members of the school's literature club, and I am the vice president of the literature club, you can call me Senior Ye." The main reason why we came here tonight is to conduct a call for papers for all students in the school, and as long as the content of the manuscript is healthy and positive, it can be submitted to the submission box of our literary club. We will have a special person to select the manuscripts, and the selected manuscripts will be ranked and then published in our school magazine. ”

After Vice President Ye finished speaking, he motioned to several officers in the audience to send the propaganda newspaper to the first few people.

"The number of propaganda newspapers is limited, and I hope that students will circulate them to each other. I'm sorry for tonight, thank you, students. ”

"You're welcome." The students of the first class of the first year of high school said in unison, and watched Vice President Ye walk to the next class with a few officers.

Lin Zichen's seat was at the back, and when the propaganda newspaper reached her table, half of the first class had passed.

Lin Zichen looked at the paper in his hand that was obviously much more high-end than the campus newspaper of Jiangchun Middle School, and couldn't help complaining: It's really rich!

casually glanced at the content of the propaganda newspaper, Lin Zichen was not interested, and handed the newspaper to Zhang Xiaojing.

"Oh, there will be a certificate of merit for the first place! Zichen, why don't you try it, don't you usually like to write something! Maybe you'll be chosen. Zhang Xiaojing tried her best to encourage Lin Zichen.

Ye Shasha, who was several tables away from Zhang Xiaojing, sneered when she heard this: "Cut, you can really talk big, and you are not afraid of flashing your tongue." The people in the literary club are all elites in the school, how can they look at random manuscripts. If you want me to say, the only hope in our class should be Wang Huixian, a member of the study committee, don't you say? ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and did not respond to Ye Shasha's question, especially some people who were psychologically ready to contribute, but because of Ye Shasha's words, they hated Ye Shasha in their hearts.

If Ye Shasha knew that her unintentional words not only did not shoot Wang Huixian's ass, but also offended many classmates in the class unconsciously, it is estimated that she would cry to death.

And Wang Huixian, who was pulled into this battle by Ye Shasha for no reason, smiled at Lin Zichen even more embarrassedly, seeing that the latter still smiled at her as usual, Wang Huixian's heart relaxed, but she hated Ye Shasha in her heart, she Ye Shasha looked at Lin Zichen unpleasantly, and even pulled her into the water, even if she was pulled into the water, she inadvertently offended the other classmates in the class.

Submission activities like the Literature Club have always been for the whole school's students, and the selection of manuscripts only depends on the quality of the content of the manuscript, and never looks at the usual grades and tables of middle school students, but Ye Shasha is clearly boasting that Wang Huixian is good at studying, and everyone will understand that Ye Shasha is also belittling them.

Lin Zichen was not interested in this submission activity, and he didn't hear Ye Shasha's cynicism, and continued to read his book.

Pingfu High School is more satisfactory to Lin Zichen in addition to the teachers and accommodation environment, but the accommodation environment has not attracted Lin Zichen, and there is a small library. Although it is a little smaller, the books in it are relatively new, and they will not be like some libraries that are filled with old books donated by some caring people.

Except for the teachers in charge, students are not allowed to enter or leave the library, and they can only look at the handwritten book catalogue of the teachers and then tell the teachers which books they want to borrow.

Before borrowing, the teacher will write the name of the book on the card, indicating the date of borrowing and the date of returning.

Lin Zichen reads books very quickly, and has used several library cards since entering school, each card can borrow twenty books, and Lin Zichen has read more than sixty books, and the teachers in the library know her, and every time Lin Zichen goes to borrow a book, he will make fun of Lin Zichen.

Getting acquainted with the teachers in the library, Lin Zichen was also able to borrow a unique book that was difficult for other students to borrow, which surprised Lin Zichen.

Fortunately, Lin Zichen is very good at cherishing books, what books look like when they are lent out, what they still look like when they are replaced, and sometimes they will restore the dilapidated books as before, and the teachers in the library are relieved to lend books to Lin Zichen.

The students in Class 1 of the first year of high school all know that Lin Zichen loves to read, and his usual compositions are also good. Hearing Ye Shasha belittle Lin Zichen so much, they were all angry for Lin Zichen.

Zhou Xiaojing was even more angry that her nostrils were smoking, and she couldn't wait to step forward and fight with Ye Shasha.

In the end, it was Lin Zichen who said so much that the anger in Zhou Xiaojing's heart was extinguished.

No matter how the students in the first class of high school make trouble, the literary club's manuscript collection activities are in full swing.

Zhou Xiaojing couldn't see Ye Shasha belittle her tablemates, and finally took advantage of Lin Zichen's inattention to copy an article written by Lin Zichen when he was idle and put it in the submission box of the literary club.

In the next few days, Zhou Xiaojing was afraid that Lin Zichen would find out about this, trembling, and his life was so uncomfortable.

After enduring several days of inhuman mental torture, Zhou Xiaojing couldn't stand it anymore and decided to confess and be lenient.

"Zichen, I'm sorry for you, I did something sorry for you, I said it, don't scold me and beat me." Zhou Xiaojing lowered her head and said pitifully.

Lin Zichen didn't know why, and asked: "What have you done to be sorry for me, you say it, I promise not to beat you or scold you." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

After receiving Lin Zichen's assurance, Zhou Xiaojing intermittently told Lin Zichen about submitting the manuscript.

Lin Zichen listened silently, neither angry, nor scolding Zhou Xiaojing.

Zhou Xiaojing looked at Lin Zichen in wonder, only to see Lin Zichen looking at the book seriously.

Zhou Xiaojing was shocked, reached out and pulled Lin Zichen's arm and said, "You promised not to blame me just now." ”

Lin Zichen nodded and said seriously: "Yes, I promise not to blame you, but I didn't say that I would continue to ignore you when I was angry!" After speaking, Emperor Tsundere turned his face away and ignored Zhou Xiaojing.

When Zhou Xiaojing heard this, she suddenly became like a frosted eggplant: "Zichen, don't be like this, I was wrong, I shouldn't hide it from you, don't be angry, okay?" Big deal, I'll treat you to something delicious. ”

"Poof" Lin Zichen reached out and nodded Zhou Xiaojing's forehead speechlessly: "In your eyes, I am such a person who loves to eat." ”

"In my eyes, it's because you don't like snacks that I invited you to eat!" Zhou Xiaojing pouted.

"Treat me to a snack! Forget it, you might as well give me the money for snacks and buy groceries, and then I'll make my own delicious meal. ”

"Wow, Zichen, do you know how to cook?" Zhou Xiaojing looked at Lin Zichen with a blink of an eye.

Lin Zichen leaned his body back, away from Zhou Xiaojing, and said very normally: "It's normal to be able to cook." Don't you know how to cook? ”

Zhou Xiaojing suddenly blushed embarrassedly, her family conditions are good, and her parents won't let her into the kitchen, so that she can't even solve her own food and clothing problem in the first year of high school.

Lin Zichen looked at such a strange tablemate, and was really speechless: "Forget it, I still don't care about the manuscript with you, since I have voted for it, let's look at the destiny of heaven." ”

"Zichen, you're so good!" Zhou Xiaojing was moved to tears.

Lin Zichen pushed Zhou Xiaojing far away with "disgust", and repeatedly warned not to go forward, otherwise the friendship would be broken, so Zhou Xiaojing sat down obediently and did her own test questions.

The Literature Society's solicitation of manuscripts is still going on, and many students who love writing have submitted their best works, hoping to be favored by the elites of the Literature Society.

Lin Zichen focused on his own affairs, and forgot about it in the blink of an eye, but Zhou Xiaojing always paid attention to the special notice wall of the literary club, hoping that the results of the draft would come out as soon as possible.

is also restless with Zhou Xiaojing, and Ye Shasha. At the beginning, when she knew that Lin Zichen was not interested in contributing, Ye Shasha was still thinking about how to get Lin Zichen to contribute, but she didn't expect Zhou Xiaojing to be so powerful, and she actually hid from Lin Zichen and took the article she wrote to vote.

Lin Zichen contributed, Ye Shasha paid attention to Wang Huixian, how capable Wang Huixian is, and the people in Class 1 know more or less, but because Ye Shasha wants Wang Huixian to win over Lin Zichen, she can't help but worry that Wang Huixian will not be able to do anything, so she tries her best to help Wang Huixian.

Ye Shasha couldn't think of a good way to think about it, and finally her tablemate reminded her: "Why don't you ask your cousin to write you an article?" That's you. ”

Ye Shasha's heart moved, hugged the same table and kissed fiercely, and she had an idea in her heart.

Of course, Ye Shasha would not really listen to her tablemates, and let her cousin write an article for her, according to her cousin's character, if she knew about this, she would definitely scold her to death, so Ye Shasha could only think of other ways.

Ten minutes between classes in the evening self-study, Ye Shasha came to Wang Huixian's desk very politely: "Wang Huixian, can you let me see your manuscript?" Your writing is so good that I want to learn it too. ”

Wang Huixian looked at Ye Shasha warily and said, "I'm sorry, my manuscript has already been submitted." After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to do his own thing, ignoring Ye Shasha directly.

The corners of Ye Shasha's mouth twitched, and finally returned to her seat with a stiff smile.

"Sasha, don't be angry, you are kind enough to help her, but she doesn't accept it, it's so unbelievable." Ye Shasha's tablemate comforted, and the voice was just loud for Wang Huixian to hear.

Wang Huixian smiled angrily, what kind of person is this, she can show her own manuscripts to whoever she wants, and she doesn't want to show anyone if she doesn't want to show them, which hinders her Ye Shasha, really when she is a soft persimmon, so easy to handle? R1152