Everyone came to the bulletin board in charge of their respective responsibilities and started to work. This weekend, the campus of Lin University is full of paintings by the Propaganda Department.

An Zijie is helping to mix pigments. Mo Chengjun is thinking about what to paint.

"Qiqi, have you signed up for any competitions?" Ling Xingchen asked.

"I, I reported 800 meters." Lin Qi replied weakly.

"800 meters. Qiqi, weren't you most afraid of measuring 800 meters before? "Ling Xingchen

"My roommate Jiang Xiao is a member of the sports committee, and no one has signed up for this project, so I will apply for everything. And the final sports have to be tested, so you should practice in advance. "Lin Qi

"Then you'll have to start practicing. It's going to be a game in 10 days, so don't be exhausted and faint by then. "Mo Chengjun

"I know. I decided to participate on an ad hoc basis. And it's not like there's no time. Last week, I was in a hurry to write a novel, and then I had to submit a 10,000-word manuscript every Wednesday. I also ran in PE class. "Lin Qi.

"No, no. Qiqi, we have to practice if we don't have time. If the other events are good, the 800m will definitely have to be run. Exercising during physical education class is certainly not enough. "Ling Xingchen

"Yes, the stars are right." Mo Chengjun agreed. Now Mo Chengjun, what Xingchen says is what.

"Xingchen, I was about to ask you. Qiqi promised yesterday that she would start running in the evening, but no one supervised her, and I was not at ease, and she wouldn't let me quit my part-time job in the library. So, you have to supervise the supervision. ”

An Zijie said to Ling Xingchen while holding the color palette. Looking at the way he carefully adjusts the paint, he has a little bit of the temperament of a painter, and sure enough, he is a good-looking person, and there is no sense of disobedience in what he does.

"Yes, I'll run with Qiqi. I also had to run the 100-meter relay race, which happened to be working out together. "Ling Xingchen

"Xingchen, then I will accompany you, and Qiqi." Mo Chengjun

"It's up to you." Ling Xingchen

"Then Xingchen, I will hand over the perch to you." An Zijie

"Don't worry." Ling Xingchen

"Applejack, I found that you are so serious about this palette, it seems quite literary." Lin Qi took out his mobile phone and took a photo of An Zijie.

An Zijie was also very cooperative, and compared with him. Lin Qi nodded with satisfaction at the photo.

Some girls passing by were secretly looking at An Zijie. It seems that he is starting to covet his beauty again. Lin Qi has long been surprised.

"Amo, you can draw quickly, we can only color after you draw it." Ling Xingchen urged.

"You've been looking at me, I'm a little embarrassed to put pen to paper." Mo Chengjun

"Yo, Brother Jun is still embarrassed." An Zijie teased.

"Who has been watching you. Then you paint, and I will buy water with Qiqi. "Ling Xingchen.

"Can I apply for milk tea?" Mo Chengjun

"Yes. What to drink? "Ling Xingchen

"I'll drink whatever you drink." Mo Chengjun

"I will drink whatever Qiqi drinks." An Zijie

"Sample, learn from me." Mo Chengjun

Ling Xingchen and Lin Qi smiled.

"Then we'll go." Forest dwelling

"Hmm." The two boys nodded.

Taking advantage of the girls' efforts to buy milk tea, the two boys began to quarrel over the composition.

"You can't draw like that, can you?" An Zijie studied oil painting for a period of time when he was a child, as a hobby, and occasionally picked up a paintbrush during holidays.

"Then come on." Mo Chengjun was a little angry, and his art from elementary school to adulthood was questioned.

"I'm not professional." An Zijie

"Then you can adjust your color. Talking less affects my play. "Mo Chengjun

"I don't recognize anyone yet." An Zijie

Some of the girls passing by would always stop and glance at these two eye-catching boys when they saw them drawing.

"They're a good match." The sounds made by passers-by frightened An Zijie and Mo Chengjun.

The two boys had black lines on their faces.

"I heard you right. Did they misunderstand something? "Mo Chengjun

"Don't talk to me. It really is. "An Zijie

"Yo he, I'm the one who suffers." Mo Chengjun

The two of them were talking and chattering.

Lin Qi and Ling Xingchen were ordering milk tea in the milk tea shop in the West District.

"Two cups of taro puree." Lin Qi smiled politely.

"How much sugar do you want?" Little brother

"I'll think about it." Forest dwelling

"You can do it without sugar, you look much sweeter than milk tea." Milk tea brother, it seems that he should be a part-time student in a certain major.

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment. Is this teasing me with earthy love words?

Lin Qi still smiled politely: "Half sugar, thank you." ”

"You're so dirty!" Ling Xingchen couldn't help but complain. "I want two cups of uncle's milk tea, my seven-point sugar, I'm not sweet enough." Ling Xingchen then ordered milk tea.

"Aren't you all in this together?" The little brother was a little embarrassed, but he did start ordering, and his eyes fell on Lin Qi.

"Yes and no." Ling Xingchen and Lin Qi looked at each other.

"Okay, please wait." Little brother

The two men received the number, found a place to sit and wait.

The two of them chatted casually. The milk tea brother seemed to be secretly looking at Lin Qi.

"Qiqi, he seems to be looking at you." Ling Xingchen

"Is there one?" Lin Qi looked up, and the milk tea brother did not avoid his gaze, and continued to order.

"You're mistaken. People work so hard. "Lin Qi

Ling Xingchen smiled: "I guess you are the type he likes." However, I'm still a boy, and I like you too, gentle and gentle, cute and loving, and with a nice voice. ”

This rainbow fart was blown by Ling Xingchen, and Lin Qi was a little embarrassed.

"This fairy, I'm in a good mood today, and she began to praise me early in the morning. It's because of Amo. ”

"I thought it was amazing to be with him. He seemed to be more gentle and considerate than I expected. "Ling Xingchen

"Amo, this person, his mouth is a little broken. Everything else is fine. Let me tell you a funny story, when he was a freshman in high school, a girl from the next class gave him a gift and confessed to him. He was afraid of breaking people's hearts, so he came back and discussed with me for a long time. Then I didn't understand it at the time. ”

"Later." Ling Xingchen listened with relish.

Later, he reasoned with other girls. He came back and recounted the incident to me for almost an hour, and you can imagine how long that girl had been read. ”

"I think it's cute." Ling Xingchen

"Hopefully you'll feel that way when he nags you in the future. He was so verbose that he could even talk to my mother. "Lin Qi

"However, he seems to have said very little in front of me." Ling Xingchen

"For the sake of image. He likes you, so you have to keep an image. "Lin Qi

"Our number has arrived." Ling Xingchen looked at the number in his hand, and the two of them went to pick up the meal together.

"Qiqi, if you have time in the future, tell me more about him when he was a child." Ling Xingchen

"Okay. He's embarrassed. "Lin Qi

The two of them took the milk tea and prepared to go back to the propaganda board to continue their work. The milk tea brother looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and thought to himself: "Next time." The next time I meet her, I will ask her for WeChat. ”