Chapter 339: Qi Qian's high school years

Such Xiao Chen, such a posture is too dangerous.

She hurriedly tilted her head to the side, and Xiao Chen grabbed her chin with one hand and straightened it again.

This time it wasn't in a strong tone, "Qiqi, I want to kiss you, okay?" ”

With a hint of pleading, the tone was completely pitiful.

The expression on his face was also a little pitiful, like a homeless teenager who no one wanted.

Although you know that Xiao Chen's acting skills are very good, the pity you see is not necessarily true.

But when Qi Qian saw him like this, his heart was still soft, so he agreed to this request.

"What's good or bad, if you want to kiss you, kiss you quickly."

At this moment, Xiao Chen no longer bowed his head without scruples.

In this small world, in the snow, and on campus, there is no one on the campus, and the two top performers are presumptuous.

"Why do you have the key?"

Seeing Xiao Chen push away the classroom where they used to go to school, Qi Qian was very curious, this guy was afraid that he had already prepared.

Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and placed a rusty key in his palm, with traces of time on it, and many years had passed at a glance.

"What is this?" Qi Qian asked with some surprise, and without waiting for Xiao Chen to answer her words, she said to herself: "Isn't this key the one we used to go to school?" ”

Xiao Chen had already pushed the door open, the school was on vacation, and the floor heating in the classroom was turned off: "That's the key." ”

Qi Qian nodded: "I didn't expect that after so many years, the key to this classroom has not been changed." ”

Only the new tables and chairs were replaced, looking at the more and more new tables and chairs, and the two blackboards in the front and back, Qi Qian was in a trance.

The blackboard newspaper drawn on the blackboard at the back of the classroom has not been erased, and it is a youth speech that belongs to this age.

The blackboard at the front of the classroom also has the time of the holidays written on it, and some safety notices.

Qi Qian was in a trance, and in a trance he saw Qi Qian and Xiao Chen in his youth.

The years when they first stepped into this classroom.

It was the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school, and they received a notice in the middle of the summer vacation to go to the school in advance for military training.

The military training in high school is not like half a month in college, and the military training in high school is very short, only one week.

But Deyang No. 1 Middle School was selected in the hottest week of the summer, in early August.

Qi Qian walked in from outside the school in a super low skirt, she just had a fight with Xiao Chen yesterday, although they reconciled quickly, before the two separated, Xiao Chen asked her to wait for her when she signed up today, Qi Qian didn't want to wait for him.

Early in the morning, I got up early in the morning.

She swore that this was definitely the earliest day she had gotten up this summer, and she thought that there would be few people at school.

However, she glanced at the time, it was only seven o'clock, and the school was already full of people walking around.

There are students at the same stage, and there are many parents.

But most of the students are accompanied by their parents, after all, it is only high school, and parents who sign up for the first time at the age of fifteen or sixteen in high school must not be at ease.

Qi Qian went to school early, she was already fifteen or sixteen years old in the first year of high school at the same age, she was not yet fourteen years old, she was not tall, and she could only be regarded as average in their class and even the entire grade.

It was too hot, so she picked up a small fan on the ground and walked around the campus with hers.

The first time she came to this school, her own sense of direction was not very good, and she followed the road signs several times before turning to the right one, and finally found the bulletin board.