Chapter Sixty-Seven: Mine

The excitement on his face, there was nothing in his eyes, and the glow in his eyes alone made Wang Xiaoshan unable to refuse.

"I really, alas~" sighed, the words of refusal were really unspeakable, she could only continue, "Then take a closer look, first the middle finger and ring finger clamp the pen, then the ring finger slightly forced, use inertia to detour the pen around the back of the middle finger, and then the index finger and the ring finger clamp the pen, and then the middle finger slightly bent downward, the pen around, and then use the index finger and middle finger to clamp."

While slowly moving his hands, he explained the essentials of his fingers, this way of turning the pen is Wang Xiaoshan's favorite one, and it is also the easiest.

"I'll try" said and snatched the pen in Wang Xiaoshan's hand, as if with the pen in her hand, it can be easy to succeed, but as everyone knows, this pen has nothing to do with it, it is only about the essentials of the action in the hand.

Liu Yue muttered what Wang Xiaoshan had just said, followed the essentials in his hands, moving step by step, but unfortunately, when he looked at it, he thought it was very simple, but when he really wanted to actually operate, he found that it was not like that, he could also hold the pen with his index finger and ring finger, but why couldn't he escape? Isn't it, yes, the fingers are too short!

"Okay, no, no, I'll come" said Zhang Yao snatched the pen from Liu Yue's hand, and then like Liu Yue, he chattered while turning slowly.

Watching his pen change back and forth in the hands of these two people, Wang Xiaoshan felt that he was afraid that he would not be able to touch it today, but fortunately he was not entangled, changed his pen, and continued to write his homework. It doesn't matter if the pen is not in your hand, you will think of that person when you see it!

This matter has passed like this, Wang Xiaoshan doesn't care about how the two of them practiced, she only occasionally thinks of the pen, but she never thinks of coming back. Once again, she gave herself a reassurance, whether it was thinking on the bright side, defending him, or recognizing the facts, at least after a few days, she didn't want to dwell on it. This time, it seems that I have really returned to the old days, and I only care about learning every day.

But Liu Yue and Zhang Yao seemed to be enchanted, holding the pen every day and turning around, sometimes the turn was not good, and the reason would be attributed to the pen, and then the two would start to fight for me, and then no one could practice well, and in the end, the two reached an agreement, one for half a day. As for the evenings, they take turns.

After a few days of practice, Zhang Yao felt that his movements were already very proficient, of course, this proficiency means that he is very proficient with this pen. I don't know if it's a psychological reason, or if it's really related to the pen, anyway, Zhang Yao insists that his technique and the credit of this pen are inseparable. So, it happened to be his turn that night, and after a night of spinning, and still feeling that it was not enough, he took the pen back to the dormitory, and prepared to walk around the dormitory for a while, including of course he wanted to show off in front of those people.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he sat on the edge of the bed without raising his head, nor was he tired, just kept turning, and finally, he was impatient, and some people were impatient.

"Zhang Yao, take this pen, do you want to write homework? When did you become so active" Xu Yan went back to the dormitory with him, but since he returned to the dormitory, he was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed. Now that he had washed up, the man remained motionless in that position.

"I'll learn a fart Xi, I'll learn I don't bring a book!" He didn't raise his head, as if he had some treasure in his hand, and stared at it for a moment.

"What are you doing with a pen, and you're still spinning and turning, don't you feel dazzled?" Well, it was he who was dazzled, but he didn't seem to want to look away, even if there were

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If possible, he also wanted to slow down and slow down the movements of his hands, and then see the mystery at a glance.

"Don't be dazzled, hey, I said, I don't want to learn, I want to learn to say it early" Zhang Yao finally stopped the movements in his hand, and then put down his cocked Erlang legs and stood up and continued, "I'll tell you, I think this is a one-size-fits-all way, I learned a trick, and I recently figured out a few tricks by myself." ”

"I just saw a trick" Xu Yan did not hesitate or mercilessly debunk Zhang Yao's lies.

"To learn or not to learn" bragging was stabbed, Zhang Yao not only did not feel embarrassed, he even smiled.

"Turn me around and take a look, I'll watch it a few more times, then I still need to teach" Xu Yan wanted to learn, but he didn't want to pull down his face when he saw his attitude.

"Tsk, tsk" For this person's behavior of dying to save face, Zhang Yao didn't see it once, and he didn't embarrass him, he immediately sat back on his bed again, and then his calves were not on his thighs, while padding his heels, while turning his hands as he wanted, it seemed that he really reached the point where the pen walked with his heart, and he didn't even need to look at it, and he could turn how he wanted.

After watching it for ten minutes, Zhang Yao asked, "How is it, have you seen it, I will go to wash up in a while!" ”

Xu Yan ignored him, and continued to look at the movements of his hands, as if he was a little unconvinced, obviously it looked very simple, but he hadn't been able to see the most critical step until now.

After a few more minutes, Zhang Yao finally got impatient, he casually threw the pen at Xu Yan, and then said, "Try it yourself, I'm going to write and wash up, and if I don't wash it, the lights will go out." ”

Xu Yan took the pen and followed his example, first holding it between his ring finger and middle finger, and then shaking it back and forth, but he couldn't turn the pen between his index and middle fingers. I tried for a long time but couldn't do it. Then he had to ask for help from someone else, "Hey, old cow, will you turn the pen?" Just like that, turn the pen from this position to this one. As he spoke, he demonstrated the action with his other hand.

Niu Jincheng immediately wanted to say no, but when he saw the pen, the two words immediately became "Where did this pen come from?" With a little excitement, he snatched the pen directly from his hand.

Looking at his actions, Xu Yan was a little stunned, and he asked in a daze, "What's wrong, isn't it just a pen?" ”

"Whose is this?" Niu Jincheng made up his mind, he also felt that he had just seemed too excited, and then explained, "I used to have a pen like this before, and then I lost it." ”

"Zhang Yao's, I took it from him." Hearing this, Xu Yan didn't say anything, he just wanted to get the pen back with his hands, and then continue to ponder. But before he could touch the pen, he hid behind him, and then he heard the man say, "This is mine." ”

"Damn, isn't it, isn't it just a pen? Is it necessary, lend me to play for a while, and I'll pay it back in a while. Xu Yan was a little angry, or he didn't expect this person to be so stingy.

Niu Jincheng glanced at him coldly, then didn't say anything, walked straight to the window, and then turned around and lay on the bed. In a place that others could not see, the hand holding the pen tightened, suddenly, sighed, and then kicked off the shoe, turned over, put the thing in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, it was only a few days, this piece was polished like this, and it was not the same as what he saw before.

Okay, this pen is the one he gave to Wang Xiaoshan at that time, although this is the most ordinary one in the school commissary, but when he saw a small piece of paint missing from the top of the pen, he knew who it was, but it was not his own hand, at the beginning

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After knowing that the mechanical pencil was damaged by Wang Xiaoshan's former tablemate, he was very scheming to make all her pens out of different flaws, of course, these were all made by him behind the man's back, and the flaws were also in a very inconspicuous position, the purpose, of course, was because she was a nostalgic person, and he didn't know which of those pens would be kept forever, in order to ensure that the last one left kept his traces, of course he had to cast a wide net!

But now, the pen he most wanted her to keep was easily put into someone else's hands, and it was ruined like this.

Holding the one, just when Niu Jincheng was about to fall asleep, a voice suddenly woke him up, "Old Niu, where is the pen?" The person who spoke was Zhang Yao, and apparently, he already knew from Xu Yan that the pen was in his hands.

But "what pen" Niu Jincheng pretended not to know, opened his eyes blankly, and looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know what he was crazy all of a sudden.

"It's the pen I took from Xu Yan, it's someone else's, and I have to return it to her tomorrow," Zhang Yao explained.

"Who do you want to give it back?" Niu Jincheng knows that he is an advisor.

"Wang Xiaoshan," Zhang Yao said.

Niu Jincheng sat up abruptly, and then said, "That's mine."

"No matter whose it is, I took it from Wang Xiaoshan, I will return it to her, if it is, I will go to her and ask for it" Zhang Yao felt that what he said was right, he didn't care whose it was, but who he took it from, he had to return it to whom.

"I'll tell her tomorrow" Holding the pen tightly, stunned not to give Zhang Yao a chance to snatch it. Then he continued, "Don't provoke her if you have something to do, she has to study hard." ”

It's okay not to say this, when Zhang Yao heard this, his heart seemed to be on fire, "I'm embarrassed to say that the person who shouldn't provoke her is the one who shouldn't provoke her, and when I sat with her in those days, I didn't look at what I did." Don't think he doesn't know why this person got up so early in those days, because in those days, as soon as Niu Jincheng left, he immediately got up, but he didn't enter the classroom, only looked at it from a distance, and then ran straight to the playground. Ran until the time he usually entered the classroom.

Niu Jincheng had nothing to say, and now that he thinks about it, he regrets it very much, so much so that now he has to avoid her, and even spread rumors with the girl he usually dislikes the most.

"Give it to me" Zhang Yao stretched out his hand again.

Niu Jincheng shook and clenched, his fingers loosened, and he clenched again, and finally, he took a deep breath, and then put the pen in Zhang Yao's hand, and said, "No matter what you want to do, or don't do anything, don't forget, she is different!" ”

"I have more than I have in my heart" sneered, Zhang Yao picked up the pen and walked away. He thought that he would not be the same as Niu Jincheng, he would not do anything, and he would not do anything, because he clearly knew in his heart that his path was different from that person's path, and they were too different from each other in terms of attitude towards learning.

Instead of doing something to satisfy his selfish desires, it is better to do nothing and let that person go the way she should go, he just needs to watch silently when he can see this person.

In fact, thinking about it, a boy like Zhang Yao is much more mature than a boy of the same age, he knows very well what he should be, and even in the future, he can expect that, more importantly, he has a responsibility for himself and others. Even though his behavior seems to be very unreliable, but after thinking about it carefully, he finds that these unreliable behaviors don't seem to involve anything.

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