The Tablemate She Is A And Valiant - Chapter 45
Jing Xing knew she was good-looking, in the crowd is also more eye-catching existence, but chasing him among those young girls more beautiful than her are also quite a lot, how the bias to this glutinous rice dumpling left a few patience?
The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
The second and third years of the third high school implement single and double week rotation system, each semester single week Saturday and Sunday, students in the classroom study, the double week Saturday and Sunday before the holiday break.
The first day of Saturday, Jing Xing did not come, Lin Qingyu originally thought he was not going to come this week, but unexpectedly on Sunday after the first period of morning study, Jing Xing appeared next to her desk.
Lin Qingyu was reading a novel, saw the hand that suddenly appeared in her field of vision, froze for a moment before looking up slowly: “Tablemate? You’re here.”
Jing Xing chewed on a lollipop and gave a hint.
She stood up and gave him a seat, her eyes fell back to the novel.
Because of the class wind selection tonight, the class was cleaned, the windows on both sides and the tiles on the floor, rubbed almost to reflect, but the blackboard at the back ……
Jing Xing: “……?”
His gaze paused there, from just now as soon as he entered the door he noticed this, just under the afterglow, he did not pay attention to see, now sat down, finally had the opportunity to observe this masterpiece from the hands of the master of which do not know.
It was a small, skeletal chicken with large wings and a curiously curved tail, and the shape of the concave shape of the countryside at the end of the last century.
Because the blackboard glued a layer of gold scale powder, so the whole chicken is like a lighted mob, all over the gold glitter, even the chicken head is also topped with a line of equally gold glitter thick version of chalk words – I love learning, learning makes me happy.
Jing Xing stared at the chicken for a while and came to a conclusion – it seems that the painter of this work should be the consciousness school.
Probably the artist wanted to use the roc to express the roc a day with the wind up, to shake straight up nine million miles of meaning, but unfortunately her painting work is not quite in place, the wings are spread, is the essence of the roc is not imitated to.
Jing Xing stared for a while, finally could not help but to voice: “This chicken ……”
Hearing Jing Xing’s puzzled voice, Lin Qingyu’s head lifted out of the novel: “Well?”
Jing Xing pointed to the blackboard at the back, very puzzled: “Why is such a big earth chicken drawn on this board?”
He didn’t come yesterday, did he miss something?
“……” Lin Qingyu slowly and methodically closed the novel, a pair of black and white eyes blinking without blinking at him.
Jing Xing: “?”
How do I feel that the aura of his little tablemate has gone down cold, Jing Xing carefully recalled his words just now, and did not say the wrong place, ah?
Lin Qingyu simply turned his body in his direction and asked warmly, “Were you just talking about the turkey?”
“Ah,” Jing Xing sensed that she seemed to care about this chicken, so he pondered and said in a different word, “I said it was this tide chicken.”
It’s not a chicken, it’s a tide.
Lin Qingyu corrected him with an expressionless face, “Phoenix.”
Jing Xing was even more puzzled, “Hmm?”
What phoenix?
Lin Qingyu pointed to the back of the blackboard newspaper and continued to affirm expressionlessly, “This is the phoenix, the phoenix of nirvana and rebirth.”
Jing Xing: “……”
Phoenix, phoenix?
