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Chapter 78 Hurt, at the tip of my heart

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    The three of them quarreled with red faces and looked at Jiang Shuo strangely.

    Liang Bozhou said: "Brother Shuo, this question is very serious, and the three of us are also discussing it."

    "Fuck off, just tell me if anyone is chasing you." Jiang Shuo didn't want to talk nonsense.

    Lu Wende replied: "The three of us all want to vote, but we can't vote for anyone."

    Jiang Shuo rolled his eyes at the three of them: "What a fool to vote. When you have a result, they will have been hooked away."

    'Then don't chase after me, I will treat you to a meal one day, which can be regarded as making up for it.  '

    "Brother Shuo, you don't want that local girl anymore." Liang Bozhou was very curious.

    Jiang Shuo waved his hand: "No, there is a buddy from Zhonghai University who has taken a fancy to Song Manning, and I have to help them."

    "Fuck! Traitor."

    "Brother Shuo, why are you such a person? The three of us worked so hard to go to our class to pull resources. You are good. You really want to dig the dam to let the fat water flow out."

    The three of them were indignant for a moment.

    Jiang Shuo raised his mouth and came: "Drink the wine, order the skewers casually, okay."

    The three of them suddenly fell silent.

    The attitude changed 180 degrees, and he quickly flattered him with a hippie smile.

    If Song Manning knew that he was sold by Jiang Shuo for a supper, he would probably vomit blood in anger.

    At this time, Li Xiaowei came over from there.

    Li Xiaowei is wearing a pair of jeans today, which perfectly outlines the proportions of her petite figure.

    Not very tall, about 1.62 meters, but the proportion of the body is very good, so it also looks very temperamental.

    When the four of them saw her coming, they quickly got up and stood up straight.

    Li Xiaowei looked at Jiang Shuo: "Jiang Shuo, the teacher of the Youth League Committee of the Student Union has contacted me."

    "Why don't you show up at the party tomorrow night?"

    Jiang Shuo was serious: "Reporting to the teacher, I can't understand Renhe's hairy."

    "He wanted me to sing "The Story of Spring", but I didn't do it."

    The voice was loud, causing many people over there to burst into laughter, and Qianqian looked at Jiang Shuo with her chin in her hands.

    But soon he lowered his head with a little low self-esteem.

    Li Xiaowei was embarrassed for a while: "Don't say that about him, he is also the vice chairman of the student union."

    "Don't be petty, you are the only one in our class who was selected for the show, and we expect you to win glory for our class."

    "Listen to me, go on to the rehearsal. The Youth League Committee teacher also said that no one can change your singing program."

    Jiang Shuo's ultimate goal is to get in touch with the head of the department, not such a teacher in charge of the Youth League Committee.

    Continue to refuse: "That can't be done."

    "I was insulted, I have my own principles."

    Li Xiaowei glanced at Jiang Shuo, and sighed at his stubborn look: "Think about it yourself."

    "Actually, this is really a very good opportunity for you."

    refers to the matter of entering the student union.

    Li Xiaowei really didn't understand what Jiang Shuo was thinking. Wouldn't it be good to be a student, and after graduation to find a job, the resume would be much better.

    After she left, another group of people came in front of them.

    This group of people belonged to the community.

    The student union and the club are two parts. The student union is responsible for assisting teachers in maintaining student discipline.

    The club is more like a hobby center.

    Many people in the student union want to join in, but the club is different, they need to recruit people themselves.

    So in the past few days, as long as they rest, there will always be various associations coming to recruit people.

    After hearing the introduction from the other party, it belongs to the Entrepreneurship Association.

    Jiang Shuo's mind suddenly opened up.

    I am not interested in studying society, but I can consider this club, especially the Entrepreneurship Association. There will always be some entrepreneurial resources in the school.

    Talk is better than nothing, no matter how bad it is, it is also a good reason to skip class.

    So I asked for a form, filled it out and handed it in.

    The scene was very lively, and many students in the class were actively consulting.

    Only Qianqian sat on the side and watched with low self-esteem.

    A student from a poor family does not have so much time, and all her time needs to be spent working.

    After Jiang Shuo handed in the form, he sat down on Qianqian's edge: "Are you thirsty, do you want me to buy water for you?"

     Qianqian shook her head obediently: "No, I'm not thirsty."

    "Are you thirsty?"

    Jiang Shuo smiled, picked up her large porcelain jar with a lot of paint on it, opened it and took a sip: "I'm thirsty."

    Qianqian was a little flustered: "That's what I drank."

    Jiang Shuo put down his cup: "I don't dislike it, why are you in such a hurry."

    "Yeah." Qianqian replied in a low voice.

    Jiang Shuo continued: "Tomorrow's party, do you want me to go up and sing?"

    Qianqian raised her unbelievably beautiful peach eyes: "I think, it sounds good."

    "The song of those flowers?"

    "Um."

    "That's fine, if you want to hear it, I'll go up and sing it to you."

    "Okay." Qianqian looked at the scar on Jiang Shuo's forehead. It was originally a scar, but the big man didn't care about these small injuries at all.

    So it broke a little bit.

    Very nervously picked up a band-aid and put it on Jiang Shuo.

    The two were very close to each other, and Jiang Shuo was intoxicated for a while by the unique girl Wen Xiang.

    Li Qian also has her exclusive scent on her body, the faint scent of soap, and the smell of the little wild cat is also hard to extricate herself from.

    The one on Qianqian has a sweet taste of the mountains and forests, two different styles.

    After putting the band-aid on Jiang Shuo, Qian Qian's face was very hot and he lowered his head.

    Don't dare to look at Jiang Shuo.

    Jiang Shuo saw that there were many new injuries on her arm, and his face immediately fell down: "Are you going to pick flowers on the mountain again?"

    Shocked, Qian Qian hurriedly tugged on the sleeves of her old school uniform that had been washed white.

    Covering the wound, trembling: "There are camellias on the mountain, very beautiful."

    Jiang Shuo asked her to plant flowers in that small yard. She thought Jiang Shuo liked flowers very much, so she tried her best to get some beautiful flowers and plants back.

    Where can I still care about the scars scratched by thorns.

    There are seven or eight wounds on her arm, and she is not willing to put a bandage on it.

    She was very concerned about the wound on Jiang Shuo's forehead, and always kept a few in her pocket. Whenever she saw Jiang Shuo, she would change it for Jiang Shuo.

    This annoyed Jiang Shuo very much.

    He stared at her and said, "And the Band-Aids?"

    "Yes." Afraid of being murdered by Jiang Shuo, he quickly took it out.

    Jiang Shuo took it with a stern face, and then grabbed her arm.

    Qianqian was in a hurry, and wanted to withdraw her hand quickly.

    "What are you doing, stick your wounds, don't move!"

    A few drops of tears rolled down Qianqian Taohua's eyes and melted on her old high school uniform.

    Very aggrieved and whispered: "Well, that's for you."

    "What are you giving me, don't move!"

    Regardless of how she resisted, Jiang Shuo clung tightly, sticking wounds one by one.

    After pasting, help her pull down the sleeve.

    "Starting tomorrow, don't go to the mountains to pick flowers anymore, you understand?"

    "Um."

    "Hmm, what, um! I'm telling you seriously, don't blame me for scolding you if you still go up the mountain."

    "What are you doing, you have cut so many places." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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