After Ji Xiaofan finished clipping, he brought the plate back.

Xie Lingli whispered thank you, and then lowered her head to eat.

Ji Xiaofan said with a smile: "What thank you do you say to me, I want to say thank you to you, you helped me share so much, otherwise I will pour it out in a while, and I will be deducted points for the student union to check." ”

Xie Lingli glanced up at her, did not speak, and continued to eat with her head down.

At this time, the representative of the Chinese class "poet" who came to eat in the restaurant, saw his new tablemate and Xie Lingli in a corner, and he walked over directly with a lunch box.

"Hello at the same table."

His hello was said to Ji Xiaofan.

The poet never thought that he could share a table with Ji Xiaofan.

It is said that every year the boys in the school have to privately engage in the selection of the NO.1 class flower of the school flower, although it has not started yet, but the poet has a hunch that this Ji Xiaofan is definitely a dark horse that is too strong to be stronger.

Being able to share the table with the class flowers and school flowers, this is what a trendy thing.

Ji Xiaofan replied lightly, others don't know, but she clearly knows that she can't have the slightest enthusiasm for this poet.

In the last life, by the time I graduated from high school, there were no girls who had not confessed to poets.

His confessions are always unique, chanting his poems.

Ji Xiaofan was also poisoned in his last life when he was dividing arts and sciences, and he didn't know who gave him the guts, everyone in the class knew in their hearts that she Ji Xiaofan was Han Jingshen's person, and the poet dared to confess in public.

Then the poet's fate was to come to class the next day with a loyal pig's head, and when the teacher asked, the poet didn't say what was going on, but everyone knew it in their hearts.

This is thinking about people who shouldn't be thinking about them.

The poet is familiar with himself, and Ji Xiaofan doesn't talk to him, so he can't stop the poet's talking.

From ancient history to modern history, and then from modern history to Western history.

Tang poetry and Song poetry modern prose, there is nothing he does not know.

Ji Xiaofan felt a little noise in his ears, turned his face, and just wanted to shut up the poet, when he saw Han Jingshen following a few people into the restaurant.

Han Jing Shen glanced around when he entered the restaurant and saw Ji Xiaofan here.

At the moment when Ji Xiaofan looked at Han Jingshen, when he looked at the poet, his face turned cloudy and clear, and he said with a smile:

"I don't see it, you're quite talented."

The poet was praised by Ji Xiaofan for his talent, and at this time, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, he continued excitedly:

"I wrote a lot of poems when I was in junior high school, and I also printed a book of my own poems, if you are interested, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

"Forget it, I can't understand it at this level." Ji Xiaofan found an excuse and refused.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can ask me if you don't understand, I can explain it to you, who made us the same table."

Ji Xiaofan looked at the poet's excited face, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

And the four eyes over there saw Han Jingshen's gaze fall to one place, and they also followed.

Waiting to see Ji Xiaofan sitting over there, and the person sitting next to Ji Xiaofan is a boy who confessed everywhere like a flower butterfly in junior high school, nicknamed Poet.

"Damn, the poet's courage is also fat, and he dares to tease my sister-in-law!"

Han Jingshen listened to the four eyes and said Sister-in-law Fan, and couldn't help but glance at him.

Siyan immediately changed his words and said, "It's wrong, it's wrong, Sister Fan." ”