Tang Qingqing took Rong Wanqi's hand and quickly walked to the position next to Qiao Muqi and sat down, Rong Wanqi lowered his head and didn't notice Qiao Muqi.

A familiar smell came from his side, Rong Wanqi slowly raised his head, and the two eyes met.

"I would like to invite Qiao Muqi, the president of the second class of our senior high school, to give a speech to our first-year students." The head teacher of the second class of the third year of high school looked at Qiao Muqi from the podium.

The exchange meeting lasted for two hours, but Rong Wanqi was not bored at all, she looked at the PPT on the graphic instrument seriously, and listened to Qiao Muqi making a report on the stage. During this period, different senior sisters and brothers raised various questions, and Qiao Muqi explained all kinds of questions seriously.

Rong Wanqi only now understands the purpose of the exchange meeting. In this way, the exchange meeting is indeed a helping point for the first year of junior high school students.

Every senior high school student here is a top student among the top students, and it can be felt from Qiao Muqi's report and their dialogue that everyone is a strong learner.

Rong Wanqi wondered why they were all top students, didn't there be a lot of competition between top students? But it seemed to give her a completely different feeling.

Isn't it always a competitive posture between a top student and a top student? And the feeling for Rong Wanqi is that the opponents will also give you unconditional communication and cooperation.

Her gaze turned to the boy in the middle of the podium table. Standing there with a straight back, shallow shredded hair half-covering his forehead, resolute eyebrows, soft eyes, and a sunny and handsome face.

Rong Wanqi put her little hand on her chin and looked at Qiao Muqi without blinking. She thinks that this kind of Qiao Muqi is actually very attractive.

Qiao Muqi's eyelashes moved invisibly, and her inky black eyes turned to the little person in the seat, accurately catching her watery eyes, and the two looked at each other.

Rong Wanqi maintained his original posture and looked at him with beautiful big eyes. Qiao Muqi generously let her look at it.

Rong Wanqi pursed her lips, and she turned her gaze in defeat. I hate it, every time I look at Qiao Muqi, the one who loses is always her. He could keep looking at her for a long time every time. She can't, she blushes and panics when she looks at each other for too long.

There was a smile in the depths of Qiao Muqi's calm eyes, and he withdrew his gaze from her.

Time passed minute by minute, and Rong Wanqi was still full of interest when he listened. inadvertently, she will also show the eyes of the little fan girl and look at Qiao Muqi on the stage.

"Seven in the evening, the senior is really charming." Tang Qingqing said like a nymphomaniac.

"Well, the senior is a person, not an ecstasy, look at your sample of meat and vegetables." Rong Wanqi responded unceremoniously.

"That's what you won't appreciate!" Tang Qingqing was proudly sadistic.

"Senior, is it a walking adolescent hormone? Do you understand? I don't understand you either? Tang Qingqing then responded.

"Well, I don't understand." Rong Wanqi would not tell Tang Qingqing that the one on the podium was hers.

Qiao Muqi gave full play to his strength on stage, and he was also indirectly telling Rong Wanqi.

The exchange meeting ended two hours later, Tang Qingqing took Rong Wanqi's hand and reluctantly left Qiao Muqi's seat, Tang Qingqing cheekily walked over and asked Qiao Muqi: "Senior, add a WeChat." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't pass it on." Qiao Muqi simply refused.

Qiao Muqi looked at Rong Wanqi, who was waiting for someone outside, and instantly laughed.

Rong Wanqi looked at the cheeky someone, and then at Qiao Muqi, her face turned crimson.