"You don't have an idea?" Zhang Zexi was a little surprised, "Then haven't you started writing yet?" ”

"I wrote some, but I think... I don't think it's good... I want to rewrite but... I'm just not inspired..."

I really don't know where to start...

"Is it too late for you to rewrite now?"

"I don't think it's too late, so..."

"Then you handed in the previous share."

So is it okay not to pay?

"That's definitely not going to work, because the list of all the participants is up."

"Is it okay if I want to forfeit the game?"

"Don't you believe in yourself so much, since you have written a copy, you go back and make changes in case you win the award?"

"But I really don't think it's good..."

"It's all written, it's important to participate."

"But I really don't want to pay..."

"Don't you want to pay it?" Zhang Zexi was stunned.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense," Chen Yicheng next to him couldn't listen anymore, "Isn't it because someone will deduct class points if someone abandons the game?" ”

Oh to deduct points...

Liu Guifang lowered her head, "Okay, then I'll hand it over." ”

"You're not..."

"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over."

When I didn't say that...

Liu Guifang inadvertently glanced up at Zhang Zexi.

Why did he walk next to himself?

I don't know if his random action can make her heart pound for a long time?

Really... Good-looking people are loved everywhere.

If it's a little better, it will be sought after.

Isn't this kind of thinking the so-called sour?

Alas, Liu Guifang lowered her head, this time she is going to lose face and lose her hair, right? That essay is really...

Not so good...

Maybe it's because the more I want to write well, the more inexplicable I become.

Liu Guifang was a little flustered when she thought that her classmates might laugh at her, she really didn't like the feeling of being ridiculed, but why did she listen to the ridicule of others all the way?

Why did you do this to her?

She hasn't hurt anyone in the whole year, so why do they keep hurting her?

Liu Guifang's mood fell to the bottom again.

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"Eh Luo Xiangxin, there seems to be movement on your wall." Luo Xiangxin, who was reading a book in bed, suddenly heard his roommate's words.

"Really?" Luo Xiangxin pushed his glasses, "I'll take a look." ”

"He said to ask you if you are free this afternoon, if you are free, he will wait for you at the door of the Dongyuan Restaurant at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Five?

Luo Xiangxin looked at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, please, I was still in class at five o'clock, okay?

Luo Xiangxin hurriedly replied, "I'm free now, where are you?" ”

Will it take him a long time to reply?

So what should I do, I'm going to use it at night?

Luo Xiangxin scratched his head a little frantically.

Really...

Half an hour later, the man still hadn't replied.

"Why don't you add him to try, maybe he agrees that you will communicate faster on the phone."

"Really? Okay, then I'll add one and try it. ”

Luo Xiangxin clicked on Zheng Yunlong's avatar and then entered his space, and strangers could also enter.

Luo Xiangxin didn't stay long, she quickly sent a friend request.

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How to change?

Liu Guifang looked at her essay over and over again, why did she feel awkward the more she looked at it?

Your writing level has really regressed, has it?

It's really regressed...

Now I can only write some casual writing, I can only write some of my own feelings, and I am always pessimistic.

This kind of composition that requires a particularly serious and lofty style is really powerless.

But what to do?

Liu Guifang scratched her head, then covered her face with her hands and lay on the table.

Let's allow her to shut herself up for a while.

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"No, he hasn't agreed yet, it's half past eight now." Luo Xiangxin was a little anxious

"There may be something busy, but it can't be busy forever, just wait."

"But..."

Luo Xiangxin put down the phone, then folded his hands and closed his eyes, okay, okay, please, classmate, look at the phone, look at the news, okay...

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"Gu Nansheng, your phone is ringing."

was painting on the side of the balcony, and Gu Nansheng suddenly heard his roommate's voice.

"Gu Nansheng, you don't know yet, who can disturb him when he is painting?" The other roommate said with a smile.

"I'll help you see who it is, Gu Nansheng, what if it's your girlfriend, you can't miss it." The roommate approached the phone screen curiously, "It's your mother, do you want to pick it up?" ”

"Give it to me."

Gu Nansheng didn't know when he had walked in, he took the phone and said politely, "Thank you." ”

"It's fine." The boy rolled over and went back to his bed.

"What's wrong?" Gu Nansheng went to the outside of the dormitory and picked up the phone.

"I was going to wait until you came home this weekend to ask you about it, but I now find that I'm a little restless if I don't ask you," Deng Lixin stood up from the bench, "Are you free now?" ”

"Is it urgent?"

"Don't you have time?"

"I still have a few paintings left unfinished, and I have to hand in my homework tomorrow."

"Busy? Then you get busy first. Deng Lixin lowered her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go home tomorrow, I'll talk about anything when I get home."

"Well, you're busy, I still have something to do."

Deng Lixin hung up the phone and pondered for a while, too, this matter is so important, she really should talk to Nan Sheng in person.

It's that I'm too impulsive.

"Are you going to paint again?" Seeing that Gu Nansheng quickly hung up the phone and walked to the balcony, the roommate couldn't help but ask.

"Well, the lights go out in a few hours, and I need to finish it."

"Thank you for always helping us with this drawing homework."

"I just want to paint." Gu Nansheng sat down and continued to complete the unfinished task.

"Then come on." The roommate opened the Glory of Kings as he spoke.

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It's nine o'clock...

Luo Xiangxin stood up from the bed in a hurry, she clicked on Zheng Yunlong's avatar again, and scratched his dynamics by the way.

His dynamics seem to be all related to music, do you like music so much?

Luo Xiangxin raised his eyebrows, I also like music!

He actually likes Eason Chan the most!

Ahh

Luo Xiangxin became more and more excited the more he slid away

But isn't there anything else in this boy's world except music? Why is all her dynamic just a lyric or two?

Maybe it's a person who loves music so much that he forgets or ignores many other things in life.

"Luo Xiangxin, you haven't made an appointment yet?" One of the roommates asked with concern.

"That's right." Luo Xiangxin stroked his hair and continued to look at Zheng Yunlong's space.

"I'll take a look at it for you." The roommate went to the confession wall and clicked on Zheng Yunlong's space.

What is it posted, there is no useful information.

"You go to that post and ask if anyone is Picture Eight's roommate, if so, his roommate can also bring it to you."

Makes sense...

Luo Xiangxin made another comment, and this time there was a quick reply.

"You're talking about Zheng Yunlong, right?"

"Huh? I don't know, but my tableau card was picked up by Figure 8 anyway. ”

"I'm his roommate."

"So where is he now? Is he available? I'd like to go get my tableau card. ”

"He went out singing."

"Huh?"

"He works part-time outside teaching children to sing."

"Is my badge still in the dormitory?"

"I'll take a look at it for you."

"Okay, thanks."

The roommate was quiet for two or three minutes before replying to the comments.

"He showed us your work card yesterday, why didn't he see it today?"

"He showed you my tableau cards?"

So ugly photos ...

What do you want to do, that person...

"No, he put your tableau card on the table, and your picture is facing up, and each of us couldn't help but look twice as we passed by."

"Huh? Why are you looking? That picture is so ugly. ”

Luo Xiangxin thought about it and decided to ask, although this question was a bit idiotic.

"Curious, how can I say that this is also the first time Xiao Zheng has brought a girl back."

"Huh?"

"Oh, that's wrong, by the way, I'll give you a call and ask him where your work card is."

"Okay, thank you."

After chatting about these words, Luo Xiangxin looked at the time, it was already nine twenty...

Three minutes later, the man replied to the message

"He said somehow, he just suddenly found your work card in his guitar bag."

"What?"

"Do you want to go to him now, he teaches children to sing at a training facility across the street from the school."

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