The next day was Monday, and in the afternoon, the instructor of the student council called a meeting of the heads and vice-presidents of all departments to set the tasks for the final stage of the semester.

In fact, now that the end of the semester is approaching, the courses of the teachers of each subject are nearing the end, and the things to be busy are much less than at the beginning of the school year, and the teacher's only emphasis is that because the three festivals of Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year's Day are very close to each other, I hope to organize an interesting activity to draw a successful end to this semester and the work of this year.

After the teacher finished speaking, he left, the other students did not leave, and began to discuss happily, Cheng Yelan looked at the faces that were excited at the mention of the event and felt that they were really childish, at least she didn't want to worry about that now, the job of the Propaganda Department was to draw propaganda posters for the activities they organized, and she was very relaxed before the people in the organization department and the secretariat were out of trouble.

"Yelan, what kind of event should we hold at Christmas?" A voice behind him sounded imperceptibly.

Cheng Yelan turned to the deputy minister sitting behind her, Jiang Wenze, who was ruining her good mood, and squinted her eyes and glared at him, "Does our Propaganda Department need to think about this now?" ”

"But," the man explained to her "patiently" with a "good temper," "the teacher meant to let us all brainstorm ideas, so we should all make some efforts to think about it." ”

Cheng Yelan scoffed at first, and then smiled "brightly", "Then this difficult task will be handed over to you." ”

Jiang Wenze, this kid is definitely not a diligent person, Cheng Yelan knows this very well, he is so active in coming up with ideas because he wants to have more fun during activities.

After the meeting, Cheng Yelan and Song Qiguang told him the theme of the meeting when they had dinner together, and by the way, they expressed their joy at not having work and their disgust at Jiang Wenze's lack of work, but Song Qiguang rubbed her hair with a wry smile and incredulity, "Hey, didn't you complain about nothing to do before?" Why are you still excited? ”

Cheng Yelan cut her hair dissatisfiedly and looked at him, "How can this be the same?" Isn't it worth rejoicing that I complained because I didn't have a job, and now I'm sure there will be a job, but it's going to be postponed, so that I can be idle when others are busy? ”

Song Qiguang suddenly looked shocked, but he shook his head and didn't want to argue with her. He took a sip of the soup, and when he spoke again, he said curiously, "But I'm very interested in Christmas and New Year's Day activities, so I really need to go back and think about it." You see, that's the most laid-back time after the course and before the final exams, so you should have a good time. ”

This time, Cheng Yelan turned his disgust to him, how can this person be virtuous with Jiang Wenze? "Isn't that time supposed to be spent on revision? Otherwise, what happens at the end of the term? ”

The person in front of him looked innocent, "But I've learned very well in class, and I can do all the after-class questions, just wait for the teacher to say the key points of the review and take a look at it." ”

Speechless again, Cheng Yelan lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now," Song Qiguang ate the last bite of food in the bowl before saying, "What time do you usually get up in the morning?" ”

"Half past seven."

"Every morning?" It can be seen that he still appreciates this time.

Cheng Yelan nodded, and what he didn't say was except for special circumstances.

"That's good." Song Qiguang was very happy, "I'm really afraid that you will sleep until nine or ten o'clock when you are not in class, and it will be delayed." ”

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yelan asked curiously.

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Now, I can't say yet, you should know soon." ”

The incident that he refused to say made Cheng Yelan wonder if he had planned some conspiracy about himself before going to bed at night, so that she didn't sleep well, and woke up a little earlier the next morning, and then continued to lie down and got up later than usual, and when she finished washing up and was about to eat breakfast, she heard a call from Song Qiguang.

Cheng Yelan went to the balcony to pick it up, and by the way, it was only eight o'clock, and the boy asked her to go downstairs now, so he was waiting for her downstairs.

Turning off the phone in confusion, Cheng Yelan was still thinking about what the hell was the big deal with this person when she went to change her clothes. There were no classes in their class this morning, and when she walked out of the dormitory, she saw that there was no movement on the entire floor.

Out of the building, Cheng Yelan saw that no matter what style he changed, he was wearing a black Song Qiguang, this time it was a very chic and neat windbreaker. The boy smiled when she came out, his hands behind his back.

Cheng Yelan walked up to him, "What's the matter?" ”

The boy didn't make a fool of himself, and directly stretched out his hand behind his back to the front, and Cheng Yelan saw that he was holding a bottle of milk in his hand wearing black leather gloves.

I couldn't react for a while, and looked at him in a daze and wanted to hear his explanation, but Song Qiguang smiled naturally, and his voice was very soft, "I'm just thinking that with your habits, I'm afraid that you won't be able to remember how many times you say it, so I went to order a month's milk, and every morning after you get it, you go back and drink it immediately, so that you won't forget it." This milk is hot and I have microwaved. ”

Cheng Yelan still didn't know what to say, he had a house outside the school, and it was about ten minutes away from the school, and he usually lived there, so he could order milk or use the microwave, but she really didn't expect him to do these things for himself.

Taking the bottle of milk, the temperature was still a little high, Cheng Yelan couldn't help but gently rub the wall of the bottle with his fingers, raised his head and looked at him, "Thank you." ”

Song Qiguang smiled, stretched out his hand and patted her head, "Go back quickly, it's cold outside, I'm leaving." ”

After saying that, he really turned around to leave, but Cheng Yelan subconsciously opened his mouth to keep him, "Where are you going?" ”

He stopped, "Go to the classroom." ”

Cheng Yelan suddenly had an impulse in her heart, reason made her hesitate, and in the end, impulsiveness prevailed. She took a few steps forward, looked at him with some embarrassment, and asked in a low voice, "Can I hug you?" ”

Song Qiguang looked at her in surprise, and smiled lightly, "I just sent you a milk, you don't have to give me such a big thank you gift." ”

The temperature on Cheng Yelan's face rose irrepressibly, and he calmed down, and said the following words in a smaller voice, "If you don't mind, I just want to hug you." ”

Song Qiguang blinked, and then stood in front of her very upright, spreading his hand slightly, "Then hug it." ”

Cheng Yelan walked over quickly and threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist with both hands, and the bottle of milk was held tightly in her hands.