After Zhou Junlan corrected the last question on the test paper, she straightened her chest and stretched beautifully, and subconsciously looked at Ke Yuhan's position, but only saw Xu Xuanyue sleeping on the table.

I unconsciously remembered what I had misunderstood her a few days ago, and I felt a little embarrassed. But at least the words have been opened to her, at this time Zhou Junlan's heart is a lot more comfortable, Xu Xuanyue is the first person to share this secret, she hopes that this decision is correct.

What's next? Zhou Junlan thought to herself.

"Zhou Junlan?"

Along with the voice, comes the touch of his right shoulder.

The moment she turned around, she was frightened, because she had never been so close to Ke Yuhan's face.

"Can you do me a favor?" Ke Yuhan smiled.

Smile? When did Ke Yuhan learn to smile so naturally? I've known him for three years, but I've never seen such a free smile.

"I, oh, you, what, what?" Zhou Junlan's little hand waved in the air, not knowing where to put it, and when she found that her mouth was open in surprise, she covered it.

Unlike taking the initiative in the library, it happened without warning, and she was completely unprepared.

Ke Yuhan is very strange every time she sees Zhou Junlan's performance, no matter what kind of posture and dress she uses to face her, Zhou Junlan is at a loss, and this panic will also indirectly affect herself.

Borrowing from the way animals show friendliness and humility, Ke Yuhan bent down and lowered his body as much as possible, wanting to show kindness. But the consequence of this is to make his face closer to Zhou Junlan, Ke Yuhan can clearly see that Zhou Junlan's face is flushed, covering her mouth with her hands and leaning back as much as she can.

Ke Yuhan was helpless, and there was no bench nearby, so he was ruthless, squatted down directly, put his hands on Zhou Junlan's table, and looked at her with his head up: "I don't have any malice, I want to ask, your own compositions are often praised by teachers, right?" ”

Zhou Junlan put down her hand, nodded slightly, and then felt as if she was showing off, and immediately shook her head.

"Huh?" Ke Yuhan showed a puzzled face.

"A little, a few times." Zhou Junlan replied.

"Well, so I'm here to ask for advice on how to write a good article." Ke Yuhan took out a manuscript from his chest pocket and unfolded it, and handed it to Zhou Junlan: "Can you help me see the shortcomings of my essay and give suggestions?" ”

Ke Yuhan felt that Zhou Junlan seemed to have relaxed, got up, and continued: "Of course, as a reward, I can negotiate with you about what you need, and I will try my best to meet it." ”

These words made Zhou Junlan breathe a sigh of relief, and her posture was not so nervous, Ke Yuhan was still the same Ke Yuhan, and the one in front of him was not fake.

Zhou Junlan looked at his composition: "Is this an assignment to be handed over to the teacher?" ”

"Nope." Ke Yuhan vetoed, then looked at Xu Xuanyue, and after making sure that she was still asleep, he bent down: "I want to go to the literary club, but the manuscript of the first examination is always beaten back, just like Hong Feng." ”

"Oh." Zhou Junlan's eyes popped up with the appearance of Hong Feng, and she couldn't help but shudder, then looked at the manuscript, read it carefully, and as she read deeply, her expression became more and more ugly, as if she saw some curious plot, and her pupils dilated.

"Ke Yuhan."

"Huh?"

"Your composition, good...... It's special. Zhou Junlan racked her brains, and after thinking about it, she found such an adjective to describe Ke Yuhan's composition.

Zhou Junlan frowned: "You are a bit like ......"

"Proof questions?"

"Yes!" Zhou Junlan clapped her hands, and then shook her head: "Actually, it's not all like proof questions, I just think it's a bit nondescript, like a hodgepodge." It seems that he wants to say something, but he doesn't explain everything comprehensively. ”

"This is indeed a mistake by the Literary Society."

"It's okay, just ......" Zhou Junlan reacted and turned her head: "Huh? Whose mistake do you say? ”

Ke Yuhan pushed his glasses: "The requirements of the literary club are to write an article, which requires the plot to be reversed, and the number of words is controlled within 1000 to 2500 words. Ke Yu smacked his mouth: "Tsk, but this is not enough to write at all, so I deleted it again and again, and in the end, a lot of strong evidence was deleted, so it looks strange, and the reason can only be traced to the Literary Society." ”

Zhou Junlan was speechless, it felt like she had eaten ice cream with great interest, but found that it was the mustard smell she hated the most.

"Uh, that's right, Ke Yuhan." Zhou Junlan scratched her cheeks, thinking about how to say it tactfully.

"Yours, there isn't a main character......"

On the same day, Ke Yuhan did not choose to go home and ate in the cafeteria.

After Zhou Junlan went to the dormitory to pack her schoolbag, she hurried out and went to the lunch break study room with Ke Yuhan to change the manuscript.

A change is a noon, not so much a change, but a renovation, in addition to the storyline, basically the vocabulary has been changed, but fortunately, Ke Yuhan has accumulated a lot of books, and it is easy to accept it.

It's hard for Zhou Junlan, who is used to taking a nap, and her head is dizzy all afternoon, but if she says it herself, it will naturally be enjoyable.

In the afternoon of the same day, the member of the literary club who received Ke Yuhan's manuscript looked impatient: "Why are you so late?" He muttered and left Ke Yuhan's registration form.

That night, Ke Yuhan received an interview notice from the Literary Society.

The next morning, Ke Yuhan picked up the revised manuscript and walked to the new recruitment office of the Literary Society.

"It's okay, you can do it." Zhou Junlan came to her side at some point.

"Are you coming for the interview too?" Ke Yuhan asked.

Zhou Junlan thought for a while: "Don't count." ”

The president of the literary club laid out the table that was messed up by Hong Feng and waved his hand: "Next!" ”

"It's your turn!" Zhou Junlan pointed ahead.

Ke Yuhan sat down slowly, respectfully, he considered wearing a suit, but was quickly vetoed by Zhou Junlan.

"Classmates." The president smiled and nodded: "I've read your article, it's very good, so the question I want to ask is, is the protagonist you described?" ”

Ke Yuhan nodded.

"Hmm." The president waved his hand: "Okay, you passed, remember to bring a 2-inch photo tomorrow, and the back order will be used as a certificate." ”

"Huh?" Ke Yuhan was taken aback: "I'm going to pass this?" ”

"yes." The president looked like he took it for granted, and then waved his hand: "Next!" ”

"I ...... Did I pass? Ke Yuhan, who left the interview venue, was still incredible.

"Isn't it good to pass?" Zhou Junlan said with a smile.

Ke Yuhan thought to himself: This interview ...... Is it that simple?

"What's that......" Zhou Junlan took out her mobile phone: "Ke Yuhan, did you say that I helped you revise the draft, and you can meet my requirements?" ”

"Well, equivalent."

"Then would you like to take a picture with me?" Zhou Junlan held up her mobile phone with a look of anticipation.

"Group photo? Of course you can, but it doesn't seem very fair. ”

Zhou Junlan didn't listen to what Ke Yuhan said, and asked a classmate next to her to help take pictures.

In the photo, Zhou Junlan's straight legs are together, her hands are folded and she hangs down naturally, her body is slightly tilted, her head is slightly closer to Ke Yuhan's shoulders, her ponytail is on Ke Yuhan's arms, her eyes are slightly narrowed, and she is smiling happily, or happiness.

At the end of the morning recess, the president stretched and opened the teacup to take a sip of water, but found that it was empty.

"Give!" A bottle of water came over his shoulder, he turned his head, and then took it with a smile: "You are really amazing, the teacher strongly recommended you to join our club, and directly gave you the position of vice president." However, who are you that Ke Yuhan? After you were busy, you helped him change the text and strongly recommended him to join the company. ”

The president looked at the girl standing behind him, only to find that there was an obvious tear mole under her eye, she was holding her mobile phone in her hand and laughing, and on the screen was a photo of Zhang and Ke Yuhan.

"It's a secret."