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Tong Chunxia was very embarrassed.
"Your speech is really ugly. What is not copied, isn't it knowledge sharing? You don't own the property rights to these knowledge, why are you so cautious?"
Duan Yanqiu flipped through the book without looking at her, "You have to be careful when dealing with people like you."
In spring and summer, it's like a cat whose hair has been blown up, "Me? What kind of person?"
"There are fallacies and heresies, and the logic is still very strong. It seems to be invulnerable, but it is completely untenable."
Chun Xia suddenly stopped being angry.
Damn it, why does cursing look like a compliment, and complimenting like a curse?
Chun Xia's tone was a little lower, "I really really want to have a good time with you."
"It seems that you really want to copy my homework."
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Very angry. Men are stinking shit.
Chun Xia explained word by word: "I really won't copy your homework."
"Then you swear."
"I won't send it."
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Just like that, Tong Chunxia and Duan Yanqiu somehow became tablemates.
There is one month left before the holiday.
One foot has entered the third year of high school.
But in Tong Chunxia's body, Duan Yanqiu couldn't see the slightest bit of tension. He felt that Tong Chunxia's biggest advantage was not his good looks, but his particularly strong psychological quality.
For example, now, everyone is studying quietly without running or jumping, only Tong Chunxia is still drawing cartoons in class.
Her books are piled high, and only a round head can be seen.
This world is her own paradise.
She is not good at reading, but she is very talented in painting.
Duan Yanqiu doesn't know where she learned how to draw, it's obviously simple with a few strokes, but she can quickly outline an expression.
He often saw her with her head down, holding a paintbrush in her hand, pushing away flowing lines on the snow-white drawing paper.
Each and every cartoon character jumps out onto the paper.
Tong Chunxia is really a strange person, sometimes he chatters a lot, but when he is painting, he is as quiet as an angel.
She is very good-looking, with a pair of big eyes and drooping eyes, which makes people feel inexplicably pitiful. The lips were thin and red, like cherries in early summer. The skin is very white, rosy, and looks very healthy.
She is like a Samoyed, a smiling angel.
Similarly, Tong Chunxia also felt that Duan Yanqiu was very strange.
To say that the least gregarious person in the class is Duan Yanqiu.
He never left his earphones, and put them on after class, looking like a stranger.
Who knows what unserious things he is listening to.
Once Chun Xia was really curious and asked him what he was listening to. So, Duan Yanqiu handed over an earphone, and when Chun Xia listened to it, the person inside was babbling in English, speaking fast and urgently, with a standard British accent, and she couldn't understand a word anyway.
There is neither Li Mei nor Han Meimei, nor even Li Hua who often writes letters. What kind of English is it?
Duan Yanqiu is sometimes too good to be boring.
More often, he is like a calm and restrained log.
Until one physical education class.
?Physical education class in high school is very boring, everyone warms up together, and then separates to act. The girls gathered in the canteen to buy snacks, and the boys played basketball.
Chun Xia saw a group of people surrounding the basketball court from a distance, bursting into cheers from time to time. She looked from afar and saw Duan Yanqiu.
Looking again, I saw Zhao Yu.
Only then did she know that Zhao Yu's physical education class was at the same time as theirs.
She squeezed into the circle with her female classmates, holding ice cream in her hand, licking it while watching the boys play basketball on the field.
Duan Yanqiu and Zhao Yu are very popular, attracting many girls to gather together.
On the sidelines of the basketball court, the girls in physical education classes surrounded by three floors inside and outside three floors, occasionally heard a scream like a crime scene.
Chun Xia picked out her ears and took a bite of the ice cream.
The ice cream has been in the sun for a while, and it will not melt.
Duan Yanqiu deserves to be Duan Yanqiu, in the midst of so many girls screaming, she can still be so calm.
Tsk tsk tsk, I really saw a big scene.
Zhao Yu and Duan Yanqiu grabbed a rebound, and the two had physical contact. Chunxia clearly felt that the atmosphere on the court had changed.
It seems that there are countless pink bubbles fluttering in the air.
The screams of the girls were a little more meaningful.
At this time, Chun Xia hadn't realized how thrilling the cartoons he drew were.
She heard girls screaming from around her.
——Ahhh, Zhao Yu is so handsome, they are a good match! !
——Look, look, look, hit it, hit it.
——Did Duan Yanqiu do it on purpose, ah, my God, they just glanced at each other! !
——This is like the scene in the cartoon "Toys in the Deep Cabinet". Zhao Yu was injured and was carried to the infirmary by Duan Yanqiu. Do you remember? ! !
——Remember, Duan Yanqiu also said, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to get hurt!"
Chunxia's mouthful of ice cream suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it up or down.
When did she write such a domineering president's line?
No matter what it sounds like, the more unpleasant it sounds.
And hasn't she already deleted it? Why has it been almost a month, and everyone is still discussing this?
Her comics are so popular?
Chunxia decided to stay away from this place.
Just as he was about to leave, he vaguely felt something flying across the air at a fast speed, and the basketball slammed into the face of several chattering girls with a "boom".
There was an exclamation from the crowd, and the few girls who had been discussing in full swing just now were frightened by the sudden change and stayed where they were.
And Chunxia was just a row behind them.
There was an instant silence in the whole stadium.
She saw Zhao Yu's face turned blue, and he walked over with a very ugly expression.
Perhaps they were too loud, and Zhao Yu heard them.
Zhao Yu was already at a disadvantage in the basketball game just now, and hearing those gossips in his ears, he has reached the verge of rage that he can't vent.
The boy was holding the basketball, and said fiercely to the girls in the front row: "Are you sick?"
The girls didn't know what happened, so they didn't answer the call.
"Are you out of your mind? Don't you feel ashamed?"
A girl finally came to her senses, blushing, and looked up at Zhao Yu, "Zhao Yu, what do you mean?"
Zhao Yu looked at them coldly and laughed, "Don't you know that homosexuality is a psychopath? Don't you girls feel ashamed to do this in broad daylight?"
There is always a kind of person in this world.
They are afraid that others will be different from them, and they feel that what is long-standing is the truth.
Instead of respecting the rights and interests of a small number of people, they eliminate that small number of people.
After eliminating a small number of different people, the truth is in his hands again.
And at that time, Chun Xia simply felt that what Zhao Yu said was wrong.
The girl stood up, blushing like a boiled shrimp, and seriously retorted word by word, "Homosexuals are not psychopaths, they are just different from us." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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