"Will all classes participate?"

Bian Hongxin flipped through the geography scroll in his hand and asked.

"Definitely, if you think about the art festival held in our school, as the host, how can we not let those students who are about to graduate participate."

"Although exams are very important, on such important occasions, the school also needs to save face."

"It won't be too strict."

As he spoke, he glanced at the things that Bian Hong was holding in his new hand.

It's a geography question.

"No, you're so good at geography, you still look at this."

"Oh, I see, you want to take the first place in geography."

"Brother, listen to my advice, you can't get it."

"That Tang Weiluo has won the first place in geography for almost three consecutive years, whether it is a midterm exam or a final exam, whether it is a monthly exam or a weekly exam, or some miscellaneous tests."

"Have you ever seen her fall from the number one position?"

"Probably not, I don't have it anyway."

"I heard from Class A that Tang Weiluo is also very busy day by day, so I don't know how people take the exam, and his brain is really bright."

He scratched his head, and the two brothers seemed to hug Bian Hongxin vigorously.

Bian Hongxin was suddenly brought up, inertia problems, and leaned back.

I didn't hold the scroll in my hand and fell to the ground.

It was as if someone had electrocuted him.

Stand up at once and pick up the roll.

The boy in the back was frightened by his sudden movements.

Bian Hongxin stood up, and the back of the chair was strapped against a stack of books on the table at the back table.

The sound is abrupt in this quiet classroom.

Bian Hongxin didn't care, nor did he look at other people's eyes looking at him.

I just took the scroll in my hand and looked at it.

The side of the roll facing the ground is already dirty.

When someone went to fetch water just now, it was too full, so they spilled the water.

It is exactly where the roll falls.

The place where the paper is scored is also the place where the name and age are filled in, and the piece is already wet, even if Bian Hongxin picks up the paper fast enough.

He held the roll, carefully, for fear that the already wet roll would be accidentally broken.

Bian Hongxin's eyes were red.

Staring at the wet piece of the roll.

Without thinking about it, I ran outside the classroom.

"Bian Hongxin, why are you going?! It's time for class!! ”

The squad leader chased him out and shouted to Bian Hongxin.

"I'm taking a leave of absence!"

Bian Hongxin didn't shout back.

He ran to the playground and stood in the sun, holding the roll.

Let the sun dry it.

He thought he had picked it up fast enough that no one would find out.

In fact, when the roll landed, the classmates sitting next to him had already seen it.

It is Tang Weiluo's geographical volume.

Bian Hongxin was standing in the sun, and the sound of someone walking sounded behind him.

Bian Hongxin is preparing to change places.

"Bian Hongxin, I saw it."

Tang E saw that Bian Hongxin was about to leave again, so she hurriedly stopped him.

"What do you see?"

Bian Hongxin folded up the rolls that had already dried.

Walk into Tang'e.

"I ,,, I see whose the scroll belongs to."

Tang E was forced to take a few steps back by him.

"Are you sure?"

Bian Hongxin didn't leave, just put the roll in his pocket.

Take your glasses off.

From the other pocket, he took out the glasses cloth that had been prepared to wipe the glasses.

Wipe your glasses slowly.

Tang E stared at his movements.

Bian Hongxin's pale skin looked sickly and pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, but his skin looked even fairer under the sun.

The slender fingers have a thin layer of calluses left by years of writing.

"Sure."

Tang E swallowed nervously.

She looked at the boy standing in front of her, who was known as a gentle boy in the country.

couldn't help but start to wonder who gave him this nickname, she wanted to call someone over to see what Bian Hongxin looked like now.

The momentum of the whole person has changed, and it is not the feeling of being approachable.

Instead, it became more gloomy and cold.

Especially those eyes, when they looked at her.

All that was in his eyes was coldness.

"Alright, let's go to class."

When Tang E was nervously about to call someone.

Bian Hongxin suddenly spoke.

He wiped his glasses clean and put them on.

The glasses cloth is also put away.

When he looked at Tang E again, he had already become the gentle boy in everyone's mouth.

"I took a leave of absence, you shouldn't have asked for it."

Tang E was about to refute, and she also invited, but, looking at Bian Hongxin's eyes getting colder and colder, and her glasses couldn't cover it.

Nodding his head.

"Then I'm going to class."

"Well, go ahead, what to say and what not to say, I think you know better than I do."

Bian Hongxin reminded Tang E when she turned around to leave.

Tang E was completely frightened by him this time.

nodded, regardless of whether he saw it or not.

Ran straight away.

Bian Hongxin didn't care about him.

Just take out the folded roll.

I saw that the top was stained with water and then dried, but the wrinkled rolls completely lost the coldness in front of Tang E.

His eyes were red, and his hands were shaking.

Rushed back to the dormitory.

On the way, some teachers and classmates recognized him and called him, but he didn't hear him.

I just want to get back to the dorm early.

He returned to the dormitory, steadied his trembling hands, and used a pen of the same color.

The three words that Tang Weiluo had been dyed with a watermark were somewhat blurred, and slowly traced them out.

After writing, the marks were also traced.

After the handwriting is completely dry, use the thick dictionary in the dormitory.

Press on the roll, don't want to have no watermark completely, just want to make the roll look less wrinkled.

After doing this, he slumped down at the table and took his glasses off.

Hang your head.

"Dada, Minister Qi Rui."

After Tang Wei fell behind the school, he went directly to Qi Rui's office.

"Come in."

Qi Rui was looking at the document in his hand.

looked up and saw that it was Tang Wei who had fallen.

"You're here, come, sit."

Pointing to the chair in front of the desk in front of him.

I lowered my head and looked at the documents again.

Tang Weiluo went to get himself a glass of water first and put it on the table.

Sit back and take everything out.

Take your computer out as well.

The documents were also taken out.

"It's almost the art festival, do you have a show?"

"An art festival? It seems that there is. ”

"I didn't ask, and I didn't participate."

"Just a look."

"Yes, you don't participate."

"Look, I've put this in order."

"If there's no problem, you sign and you'll be in the archives."

"Well, bring it."

Qi Rui just finished reading the document in his hand and put it aside.

Tang Weiluo handed it to him, and he took it.

Opened.

"It's no problem, it's a good summary."

As he spoke, Qi Rui signed on it.

"You stamp?"

"Huh? Good. ”

Tang Weiluo took the document and picked up the official seal of the External Relations Department on the table.

Cover on top.

Sort out the files to be backed up separately.