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Without Liang Yinning by her side, Lin Jing felt that there was a lot of things missing.

When you're at home, it's not too obvious to have your dad, younger brother and sister around. Back at school, in the 6o1 dormitory, she always thinks of something when she doesn't notice it.

One morning after the start of school in the spring.

Lin Jing got up earlier than before, drank some water, and ran out of Xiafei Building in a sweatshirt.

After jogging for a few minutes and warming up sufficiently, she sped up to a small hill.

January is the coldest time in Hong Kong.

In addition, Lin Jing got up early again, and all that accompanied her along the way was the cold wind, fallen leaves and cold grass and trees.

In a few moments, she followed the stairs to the mountain.

There is a big tree at the top of the mountain, and under the tree is a small pavilion that can only accommodate three people. On a thick branch of the tree, hanging from a thick branch, a blue canvas sandbag that I don't know who had placed it here.

Lin Jing, who didn't even take a breath of air, came to the sandbag and dialed it.

The sandbag swayed, but her attention was not on the sandbag, and her gaze had unconsciously extended down the mountain.

"Sentimental, sad in spring and autumn, sad when listening to birdsong, crying when you see falling flowers? Even if there is only a faint sadness at the beginning, with the accumulation of time, it will eventually become a river of sadness. ”

Now that she seems to be a little too sensitive, Lin Jing can't help but think of Lin Daiyu, who is weak and can't help the wind, depressed and unhappy, easy to cry sadly, and finally frowns and rarely shows a smile, and goosebumps immediately appear all over her body.

Lin Jing, who was chilling, subconsciously punched out.

Bang!

Lin Jing, who heard the loud noise and felt that her hand had penetrated something, withdrew her gaze to take a look.

Meet with!

The subconscious punch just now broke the canvas sandbag in front of it.

Rustling, iron sand was flowing out of the hole and falling to the ground.

"Whose punching bag is this, why is it so unbeaten?"

Lin Jing muttered, and then her eyes scanned around.

"Hey, it looks like someone came up."

She heard the movement of running, and when she looked down the mountain, someone was running up.

It is likely that the owner of this sandbag has always been able to run to this remote pavilion so early.

Thinking of this, Lin Jing touched her pocket and didn't bring any money. I'm in a hurry when I go out, and I've been losing my habit lately.

Run!

A thought arose in his mind, and Lin Jing immediately slipped away to another way down the mountain.

About two minutes later.

A young man about twenty years of age with a stiff face ran up. He wears a tank top and shorts, revealing his explosive muscles.

He was jogging, his bandaged hands were boxing, and his mouth was shutting out.

But when he saw the sandbags that had been deflated for most of them, the whole person was stunned for a moment.

As if not believing his eyes, he wiped them.

"Holy, who, who punctured my sandbag again?" The young man looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

He used to hang sandbags in crowded places, but the result was that he had to change them once a week because the sandbags were always punctured with sharp objects. After searching for a long time, I finally found such a secluded and ideal place to practice boxing, but it only lasted for two weeks, but I didn't expect that in the end, I still couldn't escape the poisonous hands.

"Do you have to force me to practice boxing indoors?"

After the roar, he roamed around, trying to catch the culprit who had punctured his punching bag.

But he was a step too late after all, because the culprit had already slipped away by virtue of his extraordinary degree.

Lin Jing came down from the mountain, but she was no longer interested in continuing to run, so she returned to the dormitory and took a simple cold shower. Feeling warm, she picked up the English reader and began to read it to the window.

About half an hour later, she put down her English textbook and backpack to get ready for class.

This semester, she will be busy.

Because of the general education course alone, she took four courses: "Chinese Art Tradition", "Natural Disasters", "The Order of Nature" and "The Experience of Architecture".

As for the history courses she wants to take, there are even more: "General History of China", "Introduction to Chinese Historical Reform", "Introduction to Chinese Historical Reform", "Chinese Centennial Thought", "British History: From Country to Empire", ......

There are so many courses that the course director has spoken to her and asked her why she should take so many courses in one semester.

It's not that the more you take the course, the more benefits you have. And the average first-year student, who has only taken two-thirds of her electives, is already busy.

In this regard, Lin Jing's explanation is: There is no end to learning, and there is a thirst for knowledge!

For Lin Jing's name, the course director knows. Usually, in a university, there are always one or two existential things that ordinary people can't understand.

So when the course director heard Lin Jing's answer, he could only nod in agreement.

Out of Xia Feilou, riding a bicycle, Lin Jing went to the restaurant.

Six cabbage buns, two steamed buns, and two cups of soy milk are her breakfast today.

When Lin Jing walked to the table with such a breakfast, passers-by nearby looked at her attentively.

In this campus, there is almost no one who does not know Lin Jing, and Lin Jing's undisguised appearance in the restaurant naturally attracts attention.

For this kind of surprised, curious gaze, and even individual fingers, Lin Jing's face has always been as heavy as water, and she has become accustomed to it. No way, her meal has always been larger, larger than most boys', that's a fact. Moreover, the people take food as their day, and the amount of food is larger, which is not something to be ashamed of.

Isn't there a saying that says: it's a good thing for young people to be able to eat!

"Can I sit here?"

While Lin Jing was chewing slowly, a thin and weak voice sounded beside him.

Lin Jing looked up and saw that it was Chu Tiankuo, a rich second-generation man dressed in white like snow, so he nodded.

"Who is that kid, he is not small, he dares to go over like this, and he succeeds."

When Chu Tiankuo sat down, a boy not far away chewed his tongue.

"If I knew she was so talkative, I would have passed."

"Who would have thought that under her cold exterior, she would be so approachable."

……

"Isn't Liang Yinning with you?"

"Yes, as you can see, what's the matter?"

"About the comic you gave me to draw last time."

"Slam Dunk?"

"Well, I've already drawn four volumes."

"Good work."

"Do you want to keep drawing?"

"Don't want to draw anymore?"

"It's not."

"Then go ahead and talk about it when you're done."

"Okay."

Chu Tiankuo came this time, purely to ask if the four-volume "Slam Dunk" had any other plans, such as publishing a single book or something. In fact, he didn't have anything to do with whether he could publish a single book, because he was not short of money, and drawing comics was just a hobby, and he didn't have the urgent idea of publishing it after he finished drawing.

It's just a little strange that after Lin Jing handed him the manuscript, it was as if he was going to leave it alone, and threw it all to him.

"Nothing else, right?"

"It's gone."

"Then I'll go to class, goodbye."

After speaking, Lin Jing walked out of the door with a dinner plate.