Chapter 4: Give Me Your Hand

On the TV, He Ying nodded, and then looked at the camera.

"Hello Zhang Qi, my name is He Ying, I don't know if you are a student or a ...... now" Looking at Zhang Qi's calm eyes, He Ying asked bluntly.

She watched the boy crouch in the corner, either skipping class or being expelled from school.

"Students, high school students." The deep gaze seemed to be able to pierce into his heart from the camera, Zhang Qi's eyes were slightly empty, and his voice was still soft.

"I don't think you're familiar, it doesn't seem like you're from our school, right?" He Ying smiled reluctantly, although Zhang Qi cooperated with the work, he always had a weird feeling.

"Well, it's not from this school, I'm from Zhongshan City, Zhongshan No. 1 High School." The Adam's apple shook slightly, Zhang Qi's eyes were slightly red, and his originally calm voice finally trembled a little.

He Ying, who heard this, was stunned for a moment, with a bit of incredulity in her eyes.

From Zhongshan City to Jiangbei City, although the two places are not far away, there is also a distance of 200 kilometers, so when did this guy come over?

"Zhongshan City, so far away? Then when did you come to our Jiangbei City? Nodding, He Ying suddenly became a little curious about Zhang Qi's purpose.

Su Yang on the side gestured to He Ying, signaling him to focus on the key question, He Ying hurriedly coughed, squinted his eyes and nodded at the camera.

In each classroom, many people have turned their attention to television, and in the past, the campus radio station used to interview teachers and some high-achieving students, but today they asked someone from outside the school.

It's a little funny, but it's something to look at.

"I received a letter in the morning and came in at noon." Scratching his head, Zhang Qi pursed his lips and smiled, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"So what brought you from a city here?"

Zhang Qi's words aroused the interest of many people, and everyone pointed fingers at the boys on TV.

The rock at the school gate was carved with 'Jiangbei Experimental Middle School', Zhang Qi gently touched the stone, his hands were hot, and the stone was cold.

"Because there was a girl who wanted to see me uniquely, I came." Grinning, Zhang Qi motioned to He Ying to hand him the microphone.

He Ying obviously didn't expect such an active boy, so she simply gave the microphone directly to Zhang Qi, and looked at the boy in front of her with some puzzlement.

Ignoring He Ying's surprised gaze, Zhang Qi opened his mouth, but found that the voice was blocked in his throat but it was difficult to say, coughed twice, and took a deep breath.

The right finger bone holding the microphone was a little white, and Zhang Qi's other hand was in his pocket, but a trace of sweat was already coming out of his palm.

"When I received the letter, it was the third class this morning, I was still sleeping, and the head teacher didn't like me, but told me that there was a letter, and I looked at it, and there was no address and zip code." Zhang Qi's eyes were a little sour.

The girl who was in love for the first time pinned her ignorant first love on herself, but chose to hang herself for love.

"I'm not a good person, I skipped class, from school all the way to Jiangbei City, it seems that only a speeding car can keep me from being depressed." Pursing his lips, Zhang Qi whispered.

"Remember when my toilet was broken? Get your clothes wet, I've fixed them now. Touching his nose, Zhang Qi calmed down a little.

There was a burst of laughter in many classes, and Zhang Qi's words made them happy.

Tell me all about the broken toilet in my house, and I was proud to fix it.

In the corner of the third class, Xu Jie, who was covering her mouth, was completely wet when she heard Zhang Qi's first words, tears were rolling in her eyes, and she couldn't help crying.

And when he heard Zhang Qi's words about repairing the toilet, tears finally flowed out, trembling eyelashes, and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks.

Only she knew that Zhang Qi was repairing the toilet for her, and she was afraid that she would get wet again.

The dry throat made Xu Jie choke in a low voice, but it was perfectly covered by the just right room laughter.

On the TV, Zhang Qi, who had been silent for a while, glanced at He Ying, who was already a little sluggish, smiled embarrassedly, and then continued.

He Ying didn't expect that the campus radio corner at noon today would turn from an interview to a confession from a boy from another school!

Who is this girl?

A big question mark popped up in her heart, and He Ying could only continue to listen with questions.

"Remember the McDonald's we ate together before we parted? You wrote our names with tears in your eyes, and it was the best burger I've ever had. Swallowing his saliva, Zhang Qi continued.

"After you finished painting, you asked me if I was powerful, and I said that it was amazing, not your crooked heart, but you used trembling fingertips to draw our patterns."

Many classrooms are already in chaos, if you haven't understood what is going on before, you can completely understand the last sentence of Zhang Qi.

This guy actually confessed in the campus radio corner!

Jiangbei Experimental High School, the thirty-three classes were all boiling in an instant, of course, mixed reviews.

Some people admired Zhang Qi's approach, and some people felt disdain for Zhang Qi's approach, thinking that he was a bit grandstanding.

"Who the hell is this guy confessing to, huh? What are you doing with me? In class three, a tall boy was talking to himself, but he was pestled by his tablemate.

Looking along the fingers of his fellow tablemates, the tall man was slightly stunned, and almost swallowed his tongue in shock.

"Look at Xu Jie......" muttered to the boy next to him, and the tall man looked at the ice and snow goddess who transferred to his class in surprise.

"I know you're here, can you give me your hand?" In front of the camera, Zhang Qi took a deep breath, stretched out the hand in his pocket, and yelled loudly with all his strength.

The hoarse shout pierced through the shackles of time, and Zhang Qi turned his gaze to the door of the teaching building hopefully, never facing the camera again.

Hearing this shout, Xu Jie in the corner stood up suddenly, hurriedly rushed out of the door, and ran towards the teaching building.

As if it was Cinderella wearing a crystal slipper, Xu Jie covered her mouth and whimpered, ignoring the students who rushed out around her and walked quickly downstairs.

At this moment, Xu Jie has no ability to think at all, and she doesn't want to think about it, and her steps downstairs are like subconscious movements, which are chasing happiness.

With a swallow in his throat, Zhang Qi quietly looked at the door without a figure, a pair of hopeful eyes were full of determination, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The cold wind was no longer biting, the sound was no longer fluctuating, only the slightly dilapidated entrance of the teaching building, the green wooden door was 'creaking'.

"Zhang Qi!" The voice was sharp as if it could pierce the sky, and Zhang Qi, who heard this, trembled obviously, threw the microphone to He Ying, rushed to Xu Jie's side in an instant, and hugged the girl tightly in his arms.