Yang Ni seems to be in a good mood these days, she seems to be very active in classes and club activities, and the busy campus life makes her gradually blur the subtle feelings for Zheng Pei. Although she always felt that there seemed to be something reluctant to give up, Yang Ni believed that she had made the right choice.www.biquge.info

Right now, it was lunchtime, and Yang Ni took the initiative to take on the work of sorting out the registration materials for the campus debate competition. In the face of the praise of other club students, Yang Ni smiled shyly. Quietly in the club office, Yang Ni sorted out the messy registration forms into a stack, and then carefully sorted them out in stages in the order of filling in the forms.

"Hello! Is this the registration office for the debate tournament? A voice sounded in the doorway, tentatively mixed with a hint of hesitation.

Originally, it was already past the registration time in the morning, but Yang Ni still smiled and said, "Well, it's here, you can come in and fill out a registration form first." With that, Yang Ni took a blank form and handed it over, but when she saw the visitor's face, the fawn that had run away without a trace slammed into her heart again.

"Well, do you have to fill it up?" Zheng Pei was also stunned when he saw Yang Ni's face.

Neither of them spoke again, though they both turned their faces to the other side. But the moment their eyes met, it had already made the cheeks of the two people densely covered with red clouds. Yang Ni separated the registration forms that had been sorted out, sorted them out again, and then separated them again. She only felt that her heart was beating "all the way", and she didn't remember at all what order or standard she wanted to organize the documents, she was just scrambling to pack her things, and the paper of the registration form had been turned upside down by her.

Zheng Pei was trying to focus on the registration form, and he wanted to fill in his information as soon as possible. But he didn't know what was going on, as if this registration form was teasing him, picking out some blanks that needed to be written a lot of words. And what made Zheng Pei even more embarrassed was that there were only him and Yang Ni in this club office, and the fragrance of that memory lingered around him at the moment, and all the furniture and furnishings seemed to be whispering behind his back, watching this shy person steal fun.

Finally, it seems that after centuries, Zheng Pei finally filled out the registration form. However, he was not very satisfied, because the spaces were very large, there were few words, and because his handwriting was too ugly, crooked and almost like a schoolboy had written.

"I've got it written." Zheng Pei hesitated for a long time and still said something, but his tone was as monotonous as sawing wood.

"Oh, you just let it go." Yang Ni was still pretending to be busy and never looked back.

Zheng Pei pushed the registration form forward, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't have the courage to speak, so he turned around and left.

"Hey! You wait! Yang Ni's voice seemed to burst out of her throat suddenly, startling both herself and Zheng Pei. She quickly took out a manuscript paper from her schoolbag, handed it to Zheng Pei, and said, "These are the topics that may be used in the debate competition, you go back and prepare well." ”

Faced with this unexpected gift, Zheng Pei was stunned and at a loss. At this time, Mr. Zhang's voice sounded outside the door.

"Zheng Pei? Is it done? ”

"Well, it's over." Zheng Pei agreed. He took the paper, turned and left. But when he was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled at Yang Ni, and said, "Thank you." ”

Looking at the back of Zheng Pei leaving, Yang Ni was a little stunned. But it seems that another warm current slowly soaked her heart, inexplicably annoyed but inexplicably happy. She pursed her lips and smiled, and took the registration form filled out by Zheng Pei and looked at it again and again. Through the stiff font of the strokes, Yang Ni felt that Zheng Pei must have been extremely nervous just now. She picked up the pen and neatly filled the columns that Zheng Pei did not fill in, and then put the registration form on the first sheet of the stack of registration forms. Seeing the two people on it squeezing together in different fonts affectionately, Yang Ni's cheeks turned a little redder.