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Jiang Qing shook his head, "Don't go."
She looked at Jiang Qing, her eyes calm and still, "He is my creditor."
Jiang Qing stopped and asked in surprise, "Creditor? You... owe him money?"
The girl nodded in acknowledgment, and Jiang Qing didn't say much. However, she was still dissatisfied as she watched the boy's back disappear. "Even if you owe him money, bullying is wrong."
Hearing this, Jiang Qing smiled gently: "It doesn't matter, I will return the money to him later, and everything will be over."
"Okay, how much do you owe him? If it's not much, I can help you out a little," Jiang Qing winked and smiled mischievously, "After all, I'm not a difficult creditor."
"But if it's too much, forget it," she said, turning her pockets inside out to reveal her clean trouser pockets, spreading her hands and jokingly saying, "The landlord's family is also short of food and urgently needs my mother's support."
Jiang Qing was touched by her cute words, and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you for your kindness, I can do it myself."
"Okay," Jiang Qing dragged out her voice in mock disappointment, then changed the subject, "By the way, are you free this weekend?"
Jiang Qing: "Hmm?"
"Aren't you an art student? Do you want to go relax with us this weekend? I know a park with beautiful scenery, perfect for sketching. Do you want to go?"
Jiang Qing pulled Jiang Qing's sleeve and said, "Come on, come on, let's go together."
Jiang Qing's body swayed slightly as she looked at the girl's bright, unclouded smile. The light in her eyes flickered as well. She said, "Okay."
On the weekend, Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan were waiting at the entrance of Aoki Park.
Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan boredly: "Have you observed anything quietly these past few days?"
Lin Nanyan took out a white baseball cap from his bag and put it on the girl's head with one hand. After carefully adjusting it and making sure that the shadow of the hat completely covered the girl's face, he let go of his hand.
"Jiang Qing, a student in Class 4, Grade 3, specializes in art. Her grades are in the upper middle of the class, and she just received her certificate from the Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts last week. Overall, with her grades, getting into the academy shouldn't be a problem, so Jiang Qing is now a candidate for the Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts."
"Wow," Jiang Qing's eyes sparkled. "Senior Jiang Qing is amazing! That's the Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts, one of the best art universities in the country. It's very difficult to get a certificate."
"Yes," Lin Nanyan continued, "She's a girl with a relatively weak presence in the class. According to classmates, Jiang Qing is a quiet person who doesn't like to communicate with others. She doesn't have any close friends and usually likes to be alone."
"Wait, are you talking about the same senior student I know?" Jiang Qing asked in disbelief. "She's obviously a very gentle and easy-going person."
Lin Nanyan nodded, "Indeed, she is like this in front of you."
"Is the person you are looking for unreliable? Or, is there something wrong with the way you are asking?" A big question mark popped up in Jiang Qing's head.
Lin Nanyan's brows were calm, and he did not refute, "Maybe."
"What little secrets are you two whispering about?" Suddenly, a familiar shout of joy came from a distance, interrupting their conversation.
The first thing Song Shuang saw when she approached was a man and a woman standing at the entrance of Qingmu Park, chatting together. She quickly pricked up her ears and eagerly leaned her head closer, "Let me listen too."
Jiang Qing turned around and pressed Song Shuang's stretched neck back, "If I continue to say bad things about you, you don't have to listen."
"Well, you've even learned to gossip about me." Song Shuang fiercely pinched Jiang Qing's cheeks with his hands and pulled them apart. The girl's face became flat under the ravages of his claws. "Tell me, what did you say about me?"
Jiang Qing urgently tried to save her face. She rubbed her red cheeks and said, "Of course I meant that you are good-looking, straightforward, and willing to help your friends. You are simply a perfect person among perfect people."
Song Shuang was delighted to hear this, and raised his chin higher and higher, "Yes, I am such a perfect person."
She glanced at Jiang Qing, almost saying, "Hurry up and tell me what other flattery you have. Don't be polite, just throw it at me as much as you can. I'm not afraid of the pain."
"It can be called—" Jiang Qing paused, turned around and ran behind Lin Nanyan, revealing half of her face and a belly full of bad intentions, "The most doomed person among the doomed."
"Ahhh, come out here, say what you said to me again." Song Shuang was almost furious. She rushed forward and chased Jiang Qing around in circles, vowing to catch this hateful best friend.
Lin Nanyan, who was surrounded by two people as a pillar, stood there expressionlessly, looking very calm. It seemed that he was used to being a pillar.
He raised his eyes to look at the person who was walking slowly towards him, "Hello, Brother Song Qing."
Song Qing nodded, completely unperturbed by the two noisy girls, and handed the thing in his hand to Lin Nanyan, "This is for you, drink it if you get thirsty on the way."
Lin Nan extended his hand to take it, "Thank you."
Song Qing's eyes swept over the girl who had caught Jiang Qing off guard and tickled her. At this moment, her face was full of smugness, and her smile was about to burst. He smiled, "Xiao Man is in my hands now. I'll pick her up after we're done."
"Okay." Lin Nanyan watched Song Qingyuan leave.
It seems that the two people have reached a new negotiation.
Brother Song Qing should have realized what Song Shuang wanted to do, but he just didn't know - he glanced at Song Shuang, wondering when she would be able to make Song Qing truly willing to let go.
"Hahaha, let me go, I was wrong." Jiang Qing laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and her face was almost tired from laughing.
"Hurry up and say I'm sorry." Song Shuang pressed on and refused to compromise.
Jiang Qing knelt down quickly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Finally, the gongs and drums between the two of them stopped playing. Jiang Qing, her face flushed from the intense exercise, asked Lin Nanyan, "Did Song Qingge come just now? I didn't even have time to say hello to him, so why did he leave? Isn't he going to climb the mountain with us?"
Song Shuang rolled her eyes when she heard that. She didn't want a follower following her. "He's dizzy and can't climb the mountain."
"Do you believe me when I tell you this?" Jiang Qing was speechless. "He graduated from a police academy, and I've never heard of anyone getting mountain sickness before."
"You made up the term yourself, right?"
"Oh, you're wrong. He's afraid of heights." Song Shuang quickly corrected himself.
Jiang Qing: “…”
Lin Nanyan watched the two of them angrily and bickering.
Ye Meiyan and Wang Huaqi met on the road. When they arrived at the park gate and were about to greet a few people, Chen Heng and Jiang Qing also came from the east and west respectively to meet them.
As soon as Jiang Qing turned the corner from the path, she saw a large group of people gathered at the park entrance. She paused slightly, her eyes immediately caught the most conspicuous girl in the crowd, and her hands tightened the drawing board strap on her shoulders.
The girl seemed to see her and waved to her enthusiastically, shouting something.
Jiang Qing didn't hear clearly, but her footsteps involuntarily took her place and she chose to move closer.
Chen Heng had long legs and walked fast, so he arrived before Jiang Qing. He looked at the girl who was waving enthusiastically at Jiang Qing and asked, "Didn't you see me? Why didn't you wave to me?"
Jiang Qing looked back at him curiously, wondering why he asked such a question with an obvious answer. "Today, you—don't seem to be the protagonist."
Chen Heng's casual voice sounded: "Oh, so you are deliberately letting today's protagonist realize our good intentions?" He deliberately added emphasis on "good intentions" to remind Jiang Qing to pay attention.
"That's not the case." Jiang Qing immediately stopped laughing. "Am I exaggerating?"
Lin Nanyan said, "Do what you want, she will be happy."
Chen Heng raised his eyebrows: "How do you know?"
Lin Nanyan didn't reply, but said, "She's coming."
Jiang Qing's eyes lit up, and she ran over to greet him, her dog hair flying everywhere with enthusiasm and joy.
"Don't you think Jiang Jiang is too servile?" Song Shuang raised the corners of her mouth high, and she secretly complained to the person next to her.
As soon as she said this, she realized something was wrong. It seemed that the person standing next to her was not Wang Huaqing, but Ye Meiyan.
Ye Meiyan looked at the girl in the distance, who was dancing with joy and talking in the distance, and replied calmly, "She does the same to you."
"Really?" Song Shuang scratched her chin. How come she didn't feel anything?
Ye Meiyan turned her head and said, "Maybe it's because you treat her the same way."
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What does this mean? It means that she and Jiang Jiang are just licking each other's boots.
Do they lick it? Probably not.
However, Song Shuang quickly figured it out. Licking is also a friendship between best friends, so it’s okay.
Only by licking each other seriously can you lick out the warmest and most passionate feelings.
That’s right!
Jiang Qing was led closer, and as he looked at the strangers opposite him, he gradually became confused.
There are so...so many people.
She knew that some of Jiang Qing’s good friends would be coming today, but she didn’t know that Jiang Qing had so many good friends. This was an incredible thing for her.
"Come on, let me introduce you. This is my deskmate Lin Nanyan, my deskmate in front of me who's sitting in the aisle, Wang Huaqiang, and my deskmate behind my deskmate behind my deskmate behind my deskmate, Chen Heng."
Jiang Qing was almost confused by Jiang Qing's series of tongue-twisters like "table, table, table", but she didn't show it and greeted everyone one by one.
Jiang Qing: "You knew the girls last time, Meiyan and Song Shuang."
Jiang Qing nodded: "Hello."
The pleasantries concluded. Jiang Qing looked at the scene with satisfaction, mentally ticking it off. It was their first meeting, their names exchanged, the unfamiliarity resolved, the first stage successfully completed.
She took out a crumpled ball of small chess pieces from her pocket, stretched them out, and tried to straighten them out for a long time but couldn't.
Ignoring such minor details, she waved her chess piece like a clown and gave a serious command: "Everyone, come together, gogogo!"
Qingmu Park is a national scenic spot with a clear plan. The front half is full of flowers, trees, pavilions and flowing water, while the back half is home to several tall mountains with clouds scattered above and swirling around them, and the scenery on the top of the mountain is looming.
As soon as you enter the park gate, you will see a wide road paved with pebbles that leads deep into the park. Various flowers grow on both sides of the road.
A white butterfly flapped its wings and landed on a colorful, plump flower. A group of young and energetic students passed by. The butterfly slowly flew up, then was attracted by the fragrance of the flowers and landed at a low altitude not far away.
Jiang Qing skillfully and naturally took out her phone from Lin Nanyan's pocket and unlocked it. She greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Come on, stand together, let's take a photo together."
With blue sky and white clouds behind her and layers of flower stamens in front of her, Jiang Qing felt that this place would be absolutely beautiful for taking portraits.
"Hey, you move a little to the left, Meiyan also move to the left, senior sister, you come forward, Chen Heng, raise your hands, yes, great, just like that", as soon as Jiang Qing observed the positions of everyone through the viewfinder, her occupational disease kicked in. She set up her mobile phone, adjusted the aperture, brightness, and light temperature, but no matter how she looked at it, the effect was not as good as with a camera.
"Are you okay? I'm almost freezing from laughing."
"Remember to shoot from the bottom up to make your legs look longer."
"The aperture is in the menu bar, and so is the time-lapse."
Jiang Qing: "Hey, stop talking, it'll be over in a minute."
She sprinted over and squeezed into the crowd, "Let's laugh together, three, two, one."
Click, the sound of a camera was heard.
The young and tender face is frozen, and sealed in the depths of time along with the beautiful youth.
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