The purpose of this kind of writing is to become the president of the student council.

Therefore, it is necessary to write the feeling that touches people's hearts, and it is best to resonate, once there is resonance, the students will naturally support Xu Zeming's president.

Once she had identified her writing needs, Mucha began to write.

When he wrote, Mucha was very careful word by word, and even the essays he wrote during the junior high school exam were not as serious as they are now.

This results in slow efficiency.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and Mucha was still revising his speech.

The cap of the pen has been bitten and deformed, and the tooth marks can still be faintly seen, and her thin eyebrows are frowned tightly, and she is in some problem first.

When she figured it out, she burst out laughing again, happily not.

Opposite side.

Jiang Qingchen couldn't help frowning when he saw that the lights were still on in her room.

It's so late, and she hasn't slept yet?

On weekdays, although the lights in her room are also on, the light is very faint, but the bedside lamp is on, but today it is so bright, it is obvious that the main light in the bedroom is not turned off.

Fingers stroked the phone beside him, Jiang Qingchen struggled for a while, but finally didn't dial.

Maybe she's asleep and the lights just forgot to turn them off.

If he called her rashly, he might wake him up.

Jiang Qingchen pressed his pantothenic temples and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In some ways, he really looked a little like her old father, all kinds of worries.

It wasn't until dawn that Mucha wrote a satisfactory speech.

She picked up the paper and blew it lightly, making the ink dry faster.

Then gently clipped into the book so as not to crumple.

The alarm clock on the table was almost six o'clock, and Mucha simply didn't sleep, and the school uniform was still on her body, so she washed her face directly and went downstairs.

When she arrived, Jiang Qingchen had just come out of the house, and when she saw her so early, she couldn't help but be shocked, and her eyebrows were raised, as if she had discovered a new world.

He even took a closer look and made sure it was really her before he spoke: "Why did you get up so early?" ”

You must know that on weekdays, he basically has to wait for her for a long time before she gets up slowly.

I suddenly woke up so early today.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Jiang Qingchen squinted his eyes and looked at her scrutinically.

But people who haven't slept all night are excited in their brains, so this will Mu Xia is full of energy, and he can't see any tiredness at all.

Mucha looked away weakly, didn't look at him, and hummed, "Go to bed early and get up early." ”

In short, it was impossible for her to tell her what she had not slept all night on.

If he knew, he would definitely scold her like an old father, and he would also give her leave to stay at home and rest.

But how can it be done, she still has to give the speech to Senior Xu.

"Oh......" Jiang Qingchen responded, as if he believed it: "You ate?" ”

Compared to the topic just now, Jiang Qingchen was obviously more concerned about this.

Mucha shook his head truthfully: "Not yet." ”

"Anyway, it's still early, we'll go back to the snack street after eating!" Jiang Qingchen said, and said: "If you don't eat in the morning, it's easy to get gallstones, and the kind that hurts you and kills!" ”

Mucha hurriedly frightened: "Then I must have breakfast." ”

When I arrived at school after breakfast, Muxia, who had just stayed awake all night and was full of energy, was now completely wilted, yawning one after another, dark circles under my eyes also came out, and my eyelids couldn't help but want to come together.

But as soon as she thought that she hadn't handed the speech to Xu Zeming yet, she hurriedly patted her face, or pinched her legs, and used pain to keep herself awake.

When the morning self-study was over, she hurried to the playground.

The reason why I went to the playground was because Xu Zeming had to come here to play every day.

When Mucha came to the playground, Xu Zeming was also holding a basketball and walking over with his group of friends.

"Senior Xu!"

After seeing him coming, Mucha forcibly endured his shyness, blushing and trembling his lips to say hello.

"Mucha?" Seeing her, Xu Zeming suddenly thought of the fact that she didn't remember her name yesterday, and couldn't help but have a trace of gentleness in her eyes, and threw the basketball in her hand to her friend, and walked towards her with a gentle smile: "What's wrong?" Is there anything you want me to do? ”

His loud juvenile voice is pleasant and beautiful, and his ears seem to be pregnant.

Mucha's face turned redder and her voice stammered: "I...... I heard that you were running for student council president, so I helped you write a speech, and I don't know if I can help you. ”

She took out the manuscript she had carefully written all night and handed it to him, with apprehension and anticrisy on her face.

"You also helped me write a speech?" Xu Zeming didn't expect the girl to help him again, he was slightly surprised, and then took the manuscript and looked at it.

Originally, Xu Zeming didn't have any hope for the manuscript written by her, a junior high school student, but after seeing the content inside, he instantly subverted his senses.

This is written......

Great, too!

The organization is clear, the voice is full of emotion, and it is touching and tearful.

It's several times better than what he paid for someone to write!

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he thought that the manuscript couldn't get into his eyes, and the expectation in his heart suddenly began to disappear inch by inch, like a deflated balloon, wilting with a hint of loss: "Senior, is it that I write very badly, or ......" forget it."

Also, she is a junior high school student, how can the things she writes get into his eyes.

Just as she was about to reach out and take the manuscript back, she heard Xu Zeming say with a smile: "Senior sister, you are too modest, you write very well, much better than me, I believe that with your speech, I will definitely be able to stand out and get the position of president." ”

As he spoke, he folded the manuscript and put it in his pocket.

"I, I, am I really good at writing?" Mu Xia thought that this matter would be reversed one hundred and eighty degrees, and suddenly blushed with excitement, and his little heart was pounding again, and he couldn't help but confirm it again.

"Of course it's true!" Xu Zeming smiled even more, and saw that her eyes were pale blue, and her expression was shrouded in tiredness, as if she hadn't slept all night.

"I think the younger sister must have stayed up for a long time to write this manuscript, right? It's really hard for you. He asked tentatively, and suddenly there was something strange in his heart.

This stupid girl, obviously there is still time before the election, why is she in such a hurry?

"It's not hard, and it's not long." Mucha smiled and shook her head.

The joy of being recognized by the person you like has long surpassed all the hardships.

So Mucha not only felt not bitter, but even felt so sweet!

"That'...... Why help me write a speech? Xu Zeming hesitated, but couldn't help but ask.

There was even a faint guess in my heart.

This girl, should she like him?