I feel lonely
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"Aren't we treating together?" Jiang Qing asked doubtfully, covering her forehead.
Lin Nanyan: "Don't you want to invite him alone?"
"When did I say..."
"just."
Jiang Qing went over what she had said before, and it seemed that there was something wrong with her. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "I was discussing with you when we can invite them together. Besides, they are here to help me and the other girl, and it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to invite them separately."
Listening to the girl's well-reasoned voice, Lin Nanyan stopped talking, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.
Suddenly, everything around me became quiet.
For some reason, Jiang Qing felt a little uncomfortable.
"Didn't you say you would treat me first? Now you're angry again." She muttered softly.
Looking at the teacher who had already walked in from the podium, Jiang Qing immediately straightened her back without looking away, secretly bumped him with her shoulder, and compromised in a whisper: "Okay, I said something wrong, let's go together, okay?"
She hadn't heard anything from Lin Nanyue for a long time. She avoided the teacher's gaze and tilted her head slightly to look over. The boy had already immersed himself in his studies, scribbling something on the paper.
Jiang Qing: ...
The apology was a lonely one.
Forget it, she turned around and quickly took notes. She should just study and talk about it later if there is anything else. No one can stop her desire to study.
"I'm not angry."
After school, Lin Nanyan suddenly said something.
Jiang Qing stopped stuffing things into her schoolbag and turned around, wondering, "What?"
Jiang Qing, whose mind was full of knowledge points the whole afternoon, had already forgotten what happened before and didn't understand what he was talking about for a while.
"Here you go." Lin Nanyan didn't reply, but handed Jiang Qing a piece of paper and looked away.
Jiang Qing took it and glanced at the densely written words, then realized belatedly what Lin Nanyan's previous sentence was referring to.
She smiled brightly, folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket: "Okay, so you heard what I said, and you're still pretending."
"We are students. We must abide by the rules and listen carefully in class." Lin Nanyan said seriously.
"Oh," Jiang Qing nodded as if in agreement, then slowly pointed out his mistake, "So you're writing the menu in class?"
Lin Nanyan: "...Don't give it back to me."
Jiang Qing ran out with her schoolbag on her back, looking very proud. "What else can I do if I don't return it to you?"
Lin Nanyan, carrying his schoolbag, took a few steps with his long legs to catch up with the person in front and spoke slowly:
"I don't have to go to your house tonight."
He just watched the girl in front of him turn a corner quickly and smoothly, then turn back and walk side by side with him very smoothly, as if she had never been far away.
"My dad cooked so many dishes," the girl sighed, feeling heartbroken. "What a pity! I'm going to disappoint him tonight."
Lin Nanyan: ...
He glanced sideways: "Can't I go?"
Jiang Qing's lips curled up instantly. You little brat, you still want to control me.
After a few seconds of happiness, her face fell again.
It's so difficult for her. There are really many things she can't learn. She forgets a lot of the knowledge points after learning them, and then forgets to learn them again. She can do the homework, but she can't recognize it when the form is changed.
If she did it again, she would still be stupid.
If it is wrong, it is wrong; if it is impossible, it is still impossible.
She felt depressed when she thought of the large blank space on the test paper. Why couldn't she do it even after doing it so many times?
Over the years, I have only grown older but not smarter.
"Take your time."
Jiang Qing felt someone pressing against her shoulder from behind, and she knew who it was without turning around.
Along with the warm and firm strength came a voice above his head that was so gentle that it was bewitching.
He said, "I'm behind you."
Jiang Qing looked at the road under her feet. Large clouds rose on the horizon. Under the warm orange light, the whole world seemed to be covered with a soft veil.
The sky is pale blue, the ground is orange-red, and the road is straight.
She will never give up!
The orange light reflected on her face, revealing tiny hairs and outlining the girl's determined expression.
Jiang Qing is a person who never wastes time on internal friction. She was half discouraged and half depressed yesterday, but today she has recovered her energy and is working hard to memorize words.
Song Shuang secretly wanted to chat with Jiang Qing while the teacher was away during self-study class. When she turned around, she saw her best friend with her eyes closed, her lips moving silently, and she was extremely focused.
She opened her mouth in surprise, then turned to ask Lin Nanyan, "What's wrong with her? Is she possessed?"
Jiang Jiang's serious look was almost unrecognizable to her.
Lin Nanyan looked up: "No, she is practicing."
Song Shuang: ...It’s so cold that I dare not laugh.
"I can hear you."
Jiang Qing opened her eyes and looked at the two of them. She stated the facts: "We have a vocabulary dictation in the next class."
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"Really? How come I don't know?" Song Shuang quickly turned around and pulled out a wrinkled English book from a corner. She flipped through the book with a rustling sound: "Where is it? Which unit? I can't find it."
Jiang Qing: "Page 109, Units 15 and 16."
Song Shuang completely forgot what he was going to say and was completely focused on the dictation words. He turned around and started reciting them in a daze.
Seeing that Song Shuang had been fooled away, Jiang Qing was worried for a moment, wondering what method she could use to make her best friend progress with her.
How about we set up a study group and include Meiyan and the others as partners?
This thought only flashed through her mind, and Jiang Qing quickly began to recite words silently with her eyes closed.
The sound was so inaudible that if the distance was not very close, Lin Nanyan would not even be able to detect the girl's voice.
He listened intently, his head tilted to the side, staring at the girl's fair cheek for a long time.
It was not until Jiang Qing finished reciting a unit that her eyelashes trembled slightly and she seemed to be about to turn her head.
His gaze, like a startled butterfly, suddenly fell back on the white paper on the table, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.
Jiang Qing turned around and saw Lin Nanyan's calm and motionless posture, and couldn't help but admire him sincerely in her heart.
As expected, the academic genius is still the academic genius. He is not disturbed by external things at all and can sit still very still.
Her mother said she was like a nail buried under her butt, always moving around. If there was a nail under her butt, Jiang Qing believed that Lin Nanyan must have a weight hidden under his butt.
Solid, guaranteed.
After finally getting through the dictation, exchange, and grading by classmates, Song Shuang felt like a wilted vegetable, feeling depressed.
She turned around and met Jiang Qing's lively face. She suddenly remembered something and her eyes became bright.
"Jiang Jiang, there's an art exhibition at our school tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to go?"
Jiang Qing sorted out the wrong words and replied nonchalantly, "No."
What’s so good about the school’s art exhibition? If I had that much time, I might as well write a few more questions.
Song Shuang sighed in disappointment and slumped back down on the table. "I thought you'd want to go. Xiaona told me that the art exhibition we're holding this time features paintings by high school art students, including works by students who passed the preliminary entrance exam for university art academies."
Wait, Jiang Qing suddenly looked up.
Song Shuang continued: "You said you like photography recently, so I paid special attention to it. It turns out you don't like painting."
The main reason is that she thinks painting and photography are similar, both require producing beautiful pictures, so she pays special attention to information in this area.
But now it seems that Jiang Jiang's interests and hobbies are not developing in the direction of painting for the time being.
"Since you are not interested, I won't go either."
"No, I'll go." Jiang Qing's eyes lit up.
She remembered that a senior from the previous class seemed to have obtained a certificate from Dongmei. Dongmei was the school she most wanted to go to to study photography, and her most admired photography genius Zheng Yuan had studied there.
Although Zheng Yuan is not the top photographer in the country, he is her favorite idol.
Her photography style is unique: her snake series are eerie, whimsical, and romantic; her sunlight series are holy, warm, and ethereal; her flower series are passionate, gorgeous, and dreamy...
The colors are bold and unique. Her home still houses a collection of Zheng Yuan's works, but of course, it is not the home of this period.
Even though they are in two completely different fields now, Jiang Qing cannot ignore everything related to idols.
"Of course painting and photography are related. They both require the cultivation of aesthetic taste. I'm going there to find some inspiration. Come with me."
"?" Song Shuang quickly sat up straight, his spirits rising instantly. "Then let's go together."
She knew it! Her information is not useless!
The two made an appointment to go to an art exhibition together. When the time came, Song Shuang was waiting at the door.
Hearing the noise, she turned around and saw a large group of gourd brothers following Jiang Jiang.
Jiang Qing happily ran up to Song Shuang and said, "I told them I wanted to see the art exhibition, and they all became very interested and followed me."
Song Shuang looked at Lin Nanyan. Well, she assumed that this person was Jiang Jiang's pendant, which was not surprising.
Looking at Wang Huaqiang again, well, his appearance is not that surprising.
Ye Meiyan is also okay, after all, we have been friends for dinner.
But seeing Chen Heng who was so comfortable at the end, sisters, isn’t this a bit outrageous?
You know, the art exhibition opens at 2:40 pm. What does this time represent?
It means it’s time for class.
The art exhibition held in the senior year had nothing to do with them as sophomores, so naturally they would not be given a holiday.
so--
"Have you asked for leave?" she asked hopefully.
Jiang Qing shook her head: "No."
She wanted to ask for leave, but seeing the long line of people following her, she knew her own limitations and decided not to waste time.
Hearing this, Song Shuang frowned in pain.
It's over, the sky is falling.
The teacher looked back and saw that six people were missing from the class of thirty.
Not only did we lose two good students, but we also lost a fresh face.
Is this because he is afraid that the teacher didn't notice, or because he is afraid that he won't be furious?
Although - she didn't ask for leave.
But that's not what I thought. There are only two of us, so even if the teacher gets angry, it won't be too serious.
Who would have thought, alas, it was all because of her damn well-informed and charming side.
She reflected with deep sorrow.
Jiang Qing looked at Song Shuang's expression and stroked his hair: "It's okay, since we're here, the teacher is punishing us, so we should all be punished together."
The four most irresistible words, "Since you're here," once uttered, have extraordinary magic.
At this moment, Song Shuang thought calmly, yes, I'm here now.
Besides, what's wrong with her news being so attractive?
Well, she's not wrong.
Song Shuang: "It just started inside, you guys wait here, I'll ask the seniors for a few more tickets."
Although it was an art exhibition organized by the school, it was not held in the school. Instead, the tickets were distributed charity by the gallery that organized the art exhibition.
A separate area has been set up in the gallery for the exhibition of school works, while other places still display the gallery's own works.
The senior high school students participating in the art exhibition also had a considerable number of tickets. She had originally asked for two extra tickets to prevent any accidents, but now seeing that there were still two tickets short of the number of people, she had to seek help from her seniors.
A long group of people, who were only one step away from becoming the Calabash Brothers, stood by the gallery and watched people coming and going.
Suddenly seeing a familiar figure, Jiang Qing poked Lin Nanyan and asked in surprise, "Is that...?"
Lin Nanyan turned his head and looked in the direction Jiang Qing pointed.
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