"I said paint, my legs are so sore."

Lin Miaomiao sat on the stool in the Zhihua dormitory, she gently rubbed her legs, and her face was crying.

I haven't exercised for a long time, and all of a sudden I made a fuss just now, and her exercise is a bit too much, and I really feel a little sore at this time.

"I'm counting too."

Zhihua hammered his leg, and then waited for Lin Miaomiao's glance.

The two men quickly rubbed each other's legs.

"What's wrong with you two?"

Lin Yunsha came back, looking at the strange behavior of these two people, and frowned slightly.

These two people are really a bit weird.

"My legs are sore, I just played too hard."

Zhihua sighed and said.

"The two of them went on a date?"

Immediately, Zhihua asked again.

The other two people in the dormitory are all targeted.

"That's right, abuse dogs, I'm sure I'll post it on Moments again."

Lin Yunsha replied, and then made a drum in front of the table and used her own cosmetics.

Zhihua: "I'm used to it." ”

"I went to the library to study."

After drinking a glass of warm water, Lin Yunsha walked out with the book in her arms.

"Ask you Senior Song if you have time."

Lin Miaomiao's eyes gurgled around, and she looked at Zhihua with a smile.

Zhihua was a little puzzled: "What are you doing?" ”

"Let's study together, have you figured out the high math?"

Lin Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, feeling that she didn't know how to paint at all.

Of course, studying is an excuse, but meeting is real.

"Oooo

Zhihua's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to send a message to Song Nanqiao.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

The message sent out was like a stone sinking into the sea, and Zhihua gently bit his lip, his face was bitter melon-shaped.

"Miaomiao, do you think Senior Song will be annoyed by me and don't want to reply to my message?"

Zhihua felt a little uncomfortable, and she stared at her phone.

Harm, there was not a single reply from Song Nanqiao, and she suddenly felt that she was so difficult.

"It's just not going back."

Lin Miaomiao shook her head gently.

"But the king heard that a man who can't reply to your message in seconds just doesn't love you."

Zhihua fiddled with his mobile phone, a little depressed.

A lot of terriers say so.

"Stupid."

Lin Miaomiao stretched out her hand and flicked the door of Zhihua's brain.

"Knowing the painting, isn't you stupid?"

"A man who doesn't reply to your messages in seconds doesn't necessarily don't love you, on the contrary, the kind of man who replies to your messages in seconds is the most likely not to love you."

"If you think about it, he can reply to your messages in seconds, which means that he is always online and playing with his mobile phone all the time."

"Then the question is, he's online, why can't he take the initiative to send you a message?"

Lin Miaomiao stretched out her hand and rubbed Zhihua's head unceremoniously, and she analyzed it reasonably.

Like Song Nanqiao, it's actually quite normal to not be able to reply to messages in seconds.

He's busy with his business right now, and the company is just getting started, so it's weird to be able to get back in seconds, okay.

"It seems to be the same."

Zhihua was awakened in an instant, and she nodded knowingly.

It's in reason.

"Cosmetics or something, you can't do less, I have cosmetics in my dormitory, and I'll give them to you to practice."

"I'll buy it myself when I'm proficient."

Lin Miaomiao said slowly, and then her eyes kept rolling on Zhihua's face.

Zhihua nodded: "Oh, okay." ”

"Miaomiao, he sent me a message back, and he said he was free tomorrow."

The phone rang suddenly, Zhihua picked it up and looked at it, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

"Tut-tut, two-ha."

Lin Miaomiao glanced at the appearance of knowing that the painting was not promising, and sighed slightly.

It really is.

"Miaomiao, what do you think I will wear tomorrow?"

Zhihua spread out the skirts he bought today on the table and looked at Lin Miaomiao.

"Tomorrow is going to study, just wear it normally."

"You don't need to wear a skirt too much, just wear it once in a while."

Lin Miaomiao glanced at Zhihua, and she said slowly.

Once or twice a skirt once or twice can bring a sense of visual surprise to people, if you wear it every day, you won't have that good effect.

Zhihua: "Oh, okay then. ”

——

It's Professor Li's class again, and Zhihua came early, and chose a slightly back seat to sit down.

The students also came one after another, and Professor Li walked into the classroom, looked around the classroom, and nodded.

"Yes, someone's attendance has been pretty high lately."

Professor Li's gaze fell on Zhihua's body, and he saw Zhihua's figure accurately at a glance.

"Hahahaha."

The classroom was filled with laughter.

Zhihua was a little embarrassed at the moment.

She picked up the book and covered her face, in fact, she knew everything about it, and she didn't need to mention it too much.

For example, someone here is equivalent to knowing painting.

There is no need to mention names, everyone is already clear.

Zhihua said that he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Then Professor Li began to teach the class, Zhihua took a deep breath, took the book off, and then habitually glanced out the window.

She was stunned again, and she blinked softly.

Song Nanqiao was not very far away from her sitting, and at this moment Song Nanqiao was smiling at her.

, Song Nanqiao is also here???

Did Song Nanqiao also see her situation just now???

Zhihua instantly felt embarrassed and lost home, and she covered her face tightly.

Ahhh

If Song Nanqiao is not there, it's actually okay, really.

Because she's used to it for a long time.

But now Song Nanqiao is here, woo woo.

A class passed quickly, and when Zhihua was packing up his things, Professor Li and Song Nanqiao were talking at the door of the classroom.

The two of them talked happily, and it can be seen that Professor Li is very happy.

Knowing that the painting pestle is in place.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish talking to Professor Li."

Song Nanqiao's eyes soon saw Zhihua, and he nodded lightly towards Zhihua and said.

"Oh."

Zhihua deserved a special whisper, she stood aside, quietly waiting for Professor Li and Song Nanqiao to chat.

"I've been quite serious lately, I hope you can pass the end of the semester by yourself this time."

The two of them quickly finished chatting, and when Professor Li walked by Zhihua, he specially told Zhihua.

Of course, knowing painting can not fail the course, in fact, not because her foundation is good, but because Professor Li pulled her.

There is a saying that is particularly good, when you just pass the university exam, it is not because of how well you do, but because the professor pulls you along.

Zhihua is the one who was pulled by Professor Li.

"Okay, I'll try my best, thank you, Professor Li."

Zhihua said obediently, his eyes were full of sincerity.

As soon as Professor Li left, Zhihua couldn't help but want to make a grimace at him, but because of Song Nanqiao's presence, she held back.