There is no evening self-study on Saturday night, and Sunday is a day off, which is the time when the activity center is the most crowded. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And now that the new students have just entered the campus, everyone is wondering if they can find some like-minded friends here. So there were a little more people than usual on weekends, to the point of overcrowding. He Qingping didn't really think about what to do with the old man, he just scolded him happily in his heart. I walked around and wondered if I could find a project that I was interested in.

He saw two yo-yo-gospers, throwing them into the air and making some complicated movements to attract attention, and there were occasional cheers. He Qingping looked at it for a while and felt that it was not interesting, shook his head and walked away.

On the other side, there is a group of people dressed in strange costumes of various colors, playing characters from anime, and saying what kind of cosplay is. He Qingping just muttered: People in the city really know how to play.

There was strong rhythm music playing in the corner, and three people, two men and one woman, were dancing in the street, and a large group of people watched. He Qingping watched for a while, and felt that the cells in his whole body were a little ready to move, and he was about to jump up, so he hurriedly calmed down.

There were people who were not afraid of noisy people next to them, with a few large pieces of white paper, quietly writing calligraphy. There are relatively few people who read and write calligraphy, but this is relatively small compared to the three layers inside and three layers outside the hip-hop audience, in fact, this side is still full of people. He Qingping thought to himself, sure enough, the cultural atmosphere of No. 2 Middle School is strong, and there are so many people who even like to write calligraphy. But he didn't understand why the audience was full of boys and not a single girl. Could it be that the cultural attainment of boys in the second middle school is generally higher than that of girls?

He Qingping looked at it for a while, and found the little old man in this group of people, and he stood in the corner and watched with relish.

Unexpectedly, this old man is still a cultural person who likes to write calligraphy. He Qingping thought about it and walked slowly behind the old man to look, it was okay not to look at it, but at first glance, he almost didn't let his nosebleed spurt out.

It turned out that the writing was written by a beautiful woman in a white dress, who was bending over to polish the ink. Her figure is round and natural, and it can be said that there is more than one point, and one point is less, which makes people look tempting. As if she was afraid that her long hair would interfere with her writing, her thick hair was coiled up and fixed on her head with a hairpin, which made people look graceful and luxurious. That's not all, standing in the old man's angle, he can just see the red bra inside through her cuffs. Although you can only see a little bit of red, it can't be compared with the sexiness of the girl dancing in denim shorts next to her. But this bit of red, dotted in her perfect white, is even more shocking, making He Qingping look bloody. He Qingping felt that there was already blood surging in his head, so he hurriedly raised his head to prevent him from appearing foreign, and scolded the old pervert ten thousand times in his heart.

The little old man seemed to have a good heart, and when he turned his head and saw He Qingping's awkward posture, he snorted coldly.

"Boy, what you think in your heart, you will see in your eyes. What I see now is a beautiful picture, what do you say you see? It was the first time He Qingping saw such a disrespectful and serious old man, and after listening to the old man's questioning, his heart was already facing collapse, and he just wanted to scold.

Fortunately, the beautiful woman who wrote reacted in time, gently pulled her sleeve, and then smiled toothlessly. When He Qingping saw this smile, all the passionate and angry complaints in his heart just now were swept away, and he felt that he was really right to come to No. 2 Middle School, and he had seen the fairy.

I only heard the fairy say leisurely: "Teacher Zhao has won the award, but the words are still not practiced enough." "The voice is soft and refreshing.

The old man named Teacher Zhao sighed and shook his head, "No prize, no prize at all!" Mr. Li's handwriting is already very good. Old man, let me say one more word, the words are like the person, and this sentence is just right for you. ”

The little old man's last sentence was loud, but He Qingping couldn't understand it at all. After the old man finished speaking, he immediately turned his head, grabbed the hand of a short student next to him with a tall demeanor and asked, "This classmate, which class is it from, and it looks very fresh?" ”

The short man saw that he had been recognized, and he did not hesitate, but kicked the old man over with one kick, turned around and ran. The little old man said "ouch", and the master's demeanor immediately broke through.

"Hey, where's my wallet?" A student next to him shouted out in hindsight, and the scene immediately became a little flustered, and someone shouted loudly to catch the thief.

The thief, who pretended to be a student, skillfully drilled left and right in the crowd, not only successfully avoiding people's attention, but also finding a way for himself in the dense crowd. He had already seen that the exit to the stairs was ahead, and he was overjoyed, and this order seemed to have been successful again. As long as you get out of this building, it's not too high for a bird to fly.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a young student in a white T-shirt blocked the staircase. He smirked and shouted in his heart: Get out of the way. Then a foot was kicked like an iron bar.

The student didn't relent, but got out of the way. The thief was overjoyed and rushed down. In the afterglow, he saw a fist coming towards him, and the thief ducked his head to dodge. The next moment he felt a pain in his stomach, and looked down to see that he had been kicked, and it turned out to be in the same position as the old man he had just kicked. However, this kick was much heavier, and the pain in the stomach spread in an instant, and the whole person fell down, lying on the ground and not moving.

The whole process was only a short ten seconds, and everyone was still in a panic, not knowing what was going on. The little old man over there had already sat up, rubbing his stomach with his hands, as if there was no big deal, and Sister Fairy was taking care of it. The student who had had his wallet stolen had a sick look on his face, and he sat on the ground and cried quietly. Some of the onlookers felt indignant, some felt pitiful, and some felt unproductive.

The crowd was separated, and He Qingping lifted the thief over and threw it on the ground like a chicken. The thief was still holding his stomach and shivering. The owner even rummaged through the bands to find his wallet, and immediately burst into laughter, saying that he wanted to invite He Qingping to dinner, but He Qingping refused with a little disgust.

"What did you do to him?" The little old man asked.

"It's just a kick, I've got the strength in it, and I'll be fine."

Everyone didn't see the thief's quick reaction, they just felt that with such a small figure, they could kick it over, and there was no fuss. However, the little old man squinted his eyes and glanced at He Qingping deeply, and then ordered the students to call the security department.

He Qingping didn't care about other people's thoughts, after he saw Sister Fairy, he was shocked, and searched for words that could describe Sister Fairy. Catching a thief is just a matter of doing it—he's used to it.

He clearly remembered where he had heard a phrase recently, which happened to be used to describe this fairy sister, but he couldn't remember it. This made He Qingping's heart a little depressed, and his head was also dizzy, as if he had been stunned. The little old man who had finished handling the matter went down, and he followed suit.

When I walked out of the Ignorant Building, the sun was setting in the sky. The sky is dyed in a wide blood-red line, which is spectacular and makes people feel broad-minded. The teachers and students on the campus were either sitting or walking or standing still, looking at the same sky, and the little old man and He Qingping also joined in.

The magnificent scenery was fleeting, and when the last line of red completely dispersed, the sentence in He Qingping's mind finally surfaced, and he naturally blurted out.

"After this flower blooms, a hundred flowers are ashamed!"

"It turned out to be the comment at the top of the red sleeve list."