After returning to class and getting the book, Nineteen Nian came out, as usual, Fufeng was still standing at the door of their class, but Nineteen Nian didn't come out for a long time, so he put the book on the windowsill at the door, bowed his head to get his mobile phone, and waited for her to come out.

"Playing with your phone?" Nineteen Nian, who was suddenly standing beside her, really startled Fufeng, who was focusing on playing with her mobile phone.

After calming down -

Fufeng: "Library? ”

Nineteen thoughts: "Well, library, go!" ”

……

After the snow is over, it will be the New Year's Day party, Ji Qian asked the literary committee to arrange for everyone to prepare some programs, so that they can show their true skills at the New Year's Day party, so that everyone can get familiar with themselves.

A week passed, except for a dance performance prepared by the literary committee and her at the same table, the other students in the class did not even have a newspaper program.

The school leaders demanded that if there were not enough programs in each class, they could not apply to the school for a party.

In order to improve everyone's initiative, Ji Qian thought of a wonderful way.

Call on every three or six people in the class to form a group, each group to prepare a program, each student must have a program, no program to write essays, just the school held a 'celebrate New Year's Day, welcome the New Year' essay competition, Ji Qian is worried that he can't find a student to write an essay.

Responding to Ji Qian's call, Huo Wuwu sighed helplessly in his seat: "Alas, I'd rather participate in the essay competition." ”

"Essay competitions are boring, we have had essay competitions since elementary school, and every essay contest must be participated." Nineteen Nian said, "But it's the first time to perform on stage." ”

"I don't want to put on a show either." Liu Xiaoxuan, who was watching the TV series, raised her head and said unhappily.

When I came back from the last holiday, the head teacher rearranged a row of seats, if it weren't for this, Liu Xiaoxuan would not have sat with the two of them, and the seats that were originally in a row of two people would not have added an extra table and become a row of seats for three people.

Even if it was three to one, Nineteen Nian still didn't have any chance of winning, and she still stuck to her original idea.

"Don't say anything, you two have to protest later, go to the head teacher to protest, it's invalid to find me." Nineteen Nian said to the two of them, "Don't think that writing essays is very simple, the old class has asked before, it must be original, and if it is not original, take it back and rewrite it." ”

"Uh-" The corners of Liu Xiaoxuan's mouth twitched, Nineteen Nian thought she had woken up, but as a result, she, as a person, pinned all her hopes on Nineteen Nian alone.

"We're not original, but there's an original at our fingertips next to us, isn't there nineteen thoughts of you?"

Nineteen Nian slapped the table and told her, "I'll write it to you both?" You two hurry up and daydream. ”

After that, Nineteen Nian asked Huo Wuwu to take out her mobile phone, and then she found the song "Immortal Dream" from QQ Music, "This time for the New Year's Day party, let's sing this song, you two listen to it first." ”

Liu Xiaoxuan moved her lips, instinctively wanting to say something, but when she thought of Nineteen Nian's dead fish-like eyes, she suddenly didn't want to speak.

Practicing songs? Oh - dream.

……

[Nine Thoughts Great God, are you? 】

[Call the Nine Thoughts Great God.] Fun

[Ask the great god for help.] 】

[Ask the big guy to save the scene. 】

Nineteen Nian put down his schoolbag and returned to his room, and was noisy by the special prompt sound 'Dididi' on his mobile phone.

You don't need to look at your phone, you can tell that the message was sent by Gu Zijun when you listen to the voice, and she only set her a special concern.

Gu Zijun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Nineteen Nian was not in a hurry at all, she walked into the kitchen unhurriedly, took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator, inserted a straw, and swayed into her room while drinking yogurt, pulled out a chair, and sat down in front of her desk, Nineteen Nian picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to the QQ chat box: [If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go. Don't open your mouth to say a word of nine thoughts of the gods, nine thoughts of the gods, heh-woman. 】

Gu Zijun also replied to the 'heh, woman' emoji, but what she replied to her was an emoji, and she told her the rest of the messages by typing.

[Ten gods, help write a cross talk performance script? ] 】

[Don't call me the Ten Great Gods, call me the Nine Thoughts Great God.] 】

is worthy of holding a zha, this guy's tone is really tough enough. Gu Zijun thought, call her the Great God of Nine Thoughts? Dream about it, it's already good to call her the great god three times, and it's absolutely impossible to call her that every day.

[Jiunian fool, help write a cross talk script, if you don't write, I will beat you until you write a good draft for me. 】

[Vaguely, if you dare to hit me, I will pat you on the head, slap your head like a mess of mud, and then throw you into the 'wolf's den'. 】

Gu Zijun sent a 'you are really perverted' emoji to scold her.

The quarrel between the two lasted only for a short while, and at the end, they immediately returned to the topic.

Gu Zijun, who was too lazy to type, directly sent a voice message, the specific content was to ask Nineteen Nian when she would start writing the manuscript, she was anxious to see what she wrote!

Nineteen thoughts: [It's not impossible to start writing, you have to give me a buffer time period after all, you think I can start writing immediately if I want to write!] At the very least, I have to have an inspiration. 】

Gu Zijun said into the phone: "Come on, you slowly find inspiration, I don't care, I want a manuscript on the weekend." ”

"So fast?" Nineteen Nian flipped through the calendar on her phone, it's Thursday today, and I'm going to ask her for a manuscript for self-study on Sunday night, plus she writes and learns mathematics every day, and she delivers it on Sunday, and the high-quality manuscript is basically a dream!

Nineteen Nian slowly typed: [It's impossible on Sunday, it needs to be delayed for a few more days. 】

Gu Zijun: [By next Tuesday afternoon at the latest, you have to leave a time for the three of us to practice, the official performance will be on Friday afternoon, and the three of us will have less time to practice. 】

Nineteen read back the 'pjbk' emoji and handled the matter perfunctorily.

It's just a big chunk of people's hearts.

"Nineteen Nian, come over for dinner." Mom walked into Nineteen Nian's room wearing a water-blue apron, and said to Nineteen Nian with an unhappy face, "This kid, I've called you several times, why don't you come over to serve dinner, what are you doing?" ”

As soon as I came in, I saw Nineteen Nian sitting intently playing with her mobile phone, and my mother was even more unhappy.

"Play and play! Playing with mobile phones all day long, and the final exam is about to begin, have you reviewed your homework? ”

Saying that, my mother inevitably nagged a few more words, "When your sister was in high school, I didn't have to worry about it, she took the initiative to do a lot of things, and now I have to worry about everything for you." ”

"Mom, don't nag, can't I eat?" Nineteen Nian's head grew when he heard his mother's nagging.