"You don't need to take notes, you just agree." He drew a rectangle on scratch paper, "Look, we both draw hand-copied newspapers together, I think so, you are responsible for the text on it, you are responsible for the pictures on it." ”

"That's very good." Nineteen Nian nodded seriously, "Why don't you make a bet?" ”

"Bet on what?" Fufeng said, "You lost so badly last time you bet, and you have to bet this time?" I'm afraid you'll lose worse than last time. ”

"What are you afraid of? People who bet are not afraid, what are you afraid of? "Nineteen Nian is really not afraid, the last time she made her ugly, she still remembers it vividly, pit her to sing that "Song of the Mosquito", she doesn't pit back, and from then on she Nineteen Nian wrote her name upside down.

"Are you serious?" Fufeng asked her, "What are you betting on?" To be honest, I'm really afraid you'll lose to me again. ”

He looked at her seriously for a long time, "Then again, do you have anything else to bet me on?" ”

Without thinking, she asked, "Does singing count?" I'll make a bet with you, bet on the second prize of our school's hand-copied newspaper, what about the rules! It also comes according to the old rules, the winner is king, and the loser sings. ”

"I bet on the third prize, the winner is king, and the loser sings." Fufeng held out his hand to her, and the two shook hands to set the rules.

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On this day, Nineteen Nian was in an unusually wonderful mood, and she was full of confidence that the bet she had made had won.

Even when she was walking on the road after school in the evening, she felt as if there was a victory flag standing in front of her, the little red flag fluttering in the wind, and her feelings seemed to be waving to herself.

When she got home from school, she received a document from Ji Qian.

About the 'anti-drug' hand-copied newspaper competition.

She turns on the computer, logs in to QQ to receive the message, and then opens the WPS document.

I took a look at the documents.

The document was boring, and after a quick two lines, she couldn't read it anymore, and the two-page document was suddenly dragged by her to the last appendix.

Nineteen Nian firmly believed that he was about to drag his hand right.

The appendix clearly states the scoring criteria for the first, second, and third prizes, as well as the number of places for each award.

There is one first prize, three second prizes, and five third prizes.

With this standard, she suddenly felt that she had a great hope of rushing into the second prize.

The senior high school students who are busy with the college entrance examination may not necessarily participate in this event, and the students in the third year of high school are crossed out. Those who are more competitive are sophomores in high school.

However, the number of people who set up the second prize is relatively large, and there are three people! No matter how bad it is, judging from her painting level and Fufeng's writing skills, she has to break at least a second prize.

Thinking about it, Nineteen Nian quickly sent this document to Fufeng.

Are you sure that Nineteen Thoughts will not change? Once you accidentally miss it, from now on, there will be no regret medicine in the world.

She looked confident and smiled like a flower.

Seeing the message she sent, Fufeng didn't say a word, and first read the documents from the school.

When she saw that there were three people in the column set by the second prize, Fufeng immediately knew where her confidence was.

The higher Fufeng stands, the worse it falls. If it does not change, the belief in strengthening the third prize will never change.

She's still as confident as ever.

If you don't change your mind, you just wait to lose to me.

A slightly omitted meme.

Fufeng does not change. But I'll still try my best to help you, how boring it is to bet on the second prize, I remember that our teacher once said in the third year of junior high school, you should take the heart of the first prize to bet on the second prize, maybe the second prize will be bet on it.

Nineteen Nian, didn't you say that the higher you stand, the worse you fall?

Nineteen thoughts of our wind teacher, aren't you afraid of slapping your face?

A moment later, she received this message from Fufeng.

Fufeng would love to know what it would be like to fall to a pulp.

Half of his body leaned into the boss's chair, and when he received the news of Fufeng, Nineteen Nian didn't know what to reply.

After thinking about it for a long time, the only reply she could think of was that I also want to see what it looks like for you to fall, you can do it yourself.

I just sent the message shortly after.

Shijiaxue, who came out of the bathroom, urged her to sleep.

"It's almost ten o'clock, why don't you wash up and go to bed?" Shijiaxue said to her, "Later, our dad will go to the bathroom and see that you are still playing on the computer."

"What can he do to me?" After reading nineteen, I couldn't listen to the persuasion of Shijiaxue.

"Go anywhere, I don't bother to care about you." Shi Jiaxue said and went back to her room, "Anyway, it's you who is being criticized, not me." ”

Nineteen Nian stood up and closed the computer with great reluctance.

"I'll go to the bathroom and wash up now, okay."

Before closing the door of the room, Shi Jiaxue said to her, "Whatever you want, it's your freedom to do what you want, and I don't care." ”

"Playing games. You have to go to school tomorrow, don't play too late and oversleep tomorrow. ”

"I'm not going to be late!" Nineteen Nian, who turned off the computer, said to Shijiaxue's room.

"Cut." Shi Jiaxue pouted, "I don't know who used to oversleep in the midterm exam, and I almost got a zero score in the exam." ”

Nineteen Nian retorted, "That was junior high school before, and I'm in high school now." ”

There was no sound in the top ten snow house, and she was holding a mobile phone and lying on the bed playing a game of defending the radish.

It's not her who is late, it doesn't matter what she does.

Nineteen Nian, who had eaten the sore, reluctantly went to the kitchen to get a kettle and took a pot of hot water.

The computers were all turned off, and she had to wash up and go back to her room to sleep.

After washing, I took my phone and prepared to lie down in bed to sleep, and the phone was still on.

The news was sent to her by Fufeng, and he wanted to discuss with her about hand-copying the newspaper.

Unexpectedly, Nineteen Nian sent him a very bad message.

What time is it and you haven't gone to bed, do you want to come to school tomorrow morning with a panda eye?

Nineteen Nian immediately sent him a message, and after sending the message, she fell asleep.

Fufeng didn't! Isn't it only ten o'clock? Don't you think it's a little too early to go to bed at 10 o'clock?

After posting this message, Fufeng went to Weibo.

Nineteen Nian, who has always received the news in seconds, actually made Fufeng wait for a long time this time.

When he brushed Weibo and came back to look at QQ, the light on it was not turned on yet.

Disbelievingly, he opened the previous chat between him and her, and it did only show the previous chat between the two of them.

Is she asleep? That's not right! She couldn't have gone to bed so early, shouldn't she have been there when he talked to her about math problems at this point? How could I go to bed so early today.

Did Fufeng sleep? Reply to messages.

Another three minutes passed.

I didn't do anything for the past three minutes, just stared at the phone screen, and Fufeng waited a little anxiously.

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