Qin An slept for noon and woke up after lunchtime to ask for it. Aimu gave him the lunch box.
Qin An was stunned. Isn’t he holding Aimu’s lunch box?
The plastic shell of the small orchid, the clean white insulation inner liner, the inside is some chicken nuggets and shredded potatoes, and the top layer is egg flower soup. Aimu often brings it to the home with an insulated lunch box. Such dishes are obviously not food in the canteen.
I called you for food, and then I remembered that you would definitely not wake up for a while. When you wake up and eat, the food was cold, so I ate it myself.Aimu said embarrassedly.
Oh, thank you.Qin An was indeed hungry and could not resist the temptation of delicious food. Aimu was kind and had nothing to be pretentious.
Seeing Qin An eating voraciously, the little spoon he often used and kept putting it into Qin An's mouth, Aimu couldn't help but blush, turned his head, and was inexplicably shy.
After school in the afternoon, Song Yinghao, the director of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union, was blocked in the classroom by Qin An.
Song Yinghao was still in the classroom after school because he wanted to revise a manuscript. He saw someone standing at the door, and the shadow fell slanted in the sunset. He squinted his eyes, dodged his eyes, and continued to do his own thing as if nothing had happened.
Minister Song, I am Qin An.Without formal words, Qin An always doesn't show that everyone knows me and introduces himself seriously, although he can be sure that Song Yinghao cannot not know him.
Oh, it's Qin An Ah, is there anything wrong?Song Yinghao pushed the small glasses on his nose, his cheeks were very dry and his forehead was raised high, and he saw Qin An walking over.The eyes were circling in their sockets.
I would like to ask Minister Song, I have no grudges and no grudges. Even if you look down on me, you will not provoke me like this... Who asked you to write the love letter?Qin An sat on the table next to Song Yinghao and stared into his eyes and said.
Song Yinghao laughed, his thin and sunken cheeks made his smile look a little cunning. What did you say? How could I write a love letter to you?I'm not a lunatic.
Qin An stared at Song Yinghao for a while. Song Yinghao was wearing a slightly smaller white shirt that looked rather trivial. The buttons on the collar were tightly tied, and some yellow sweat stains made people feel quite uncomfortable. The sleeves were the same. They were black trousers on their lower body and a pair of shiny leather shoes. His appearance reminded Qin An of those intellectuals who struggled in the poor era, but their image was more likely to make people feel disgusted... similar to those who molest elementary school girls.
Of course you won’t write a love letter to me. You borrowed my name to write to Aimu. Who asked you to do this?Qin An has no evidence.
But that is not very important. Song Yinghao does not have the ability to hide it from Qin An. The two of them have too different eyesight and thoughts, and Song Yinghao has revealed too many traces.
Qin An, I didn’t do it, and no one instructed me.Don't wrongly accuse me, I still have something to do, please don't disturb me.Song Yinghao said with a high pitch, his eyes swept over Qin Anna's obviously of good-grade clothes, pants and shoes, revealing a little jealousy.
Qin An took out a few old man's heads from his pocket.I'll give you 100, tell me.
Song Yinghao opened his eyes wide and looked at Qin An in disbelief. After all, there are very few times among students who use money to solve problems nakedly.
How about two hundred?Qin An took out another one.
Song Yinghao's eyes fell on the old man's head, and the two bills exuded great temptation. He couldn't help but rub his hands, and he could not take his eyes away.
three hundred.Qin'an increased the price again.
three hundred!
Qin An is really not ordinary rich. Song Yinghao's breathing is a little rapid. Three hundred Ah, which is their monthly living expenses. If he has these three hundred, he can even invite the new girl from the Propaganda Department... The girl named Sun Sun went to the small cafeteria for a few meals. Sun Sun was so beautiful, and it made people feel moved. He wrote several poems himself, and invited her to have a meal in a small cafeteria with good grades and good environment. Then he recited the poems he wrote to her. Will she look at herself with admiration and admiration?
But what if I betray that person?What will happen?Song Yinghao couldn't help but hesitate and could not choose.
Four hundred... Qin An continued to raise the bet.
Song Yinghao's hands were trembling a little, and he forced himself to stop snatching the money from Qin An's hand.
Five hundred... Tell me who told you to do this, and this five hundred yuan is yours.Qin An's voice was a little tempting, shaking the five old men's heads.
Song Yinghao held his breath and struggled.
Even if I say his name at this time, I won’t do anything, right?
As long as you don’t admit it, what can that person do to himself?
As long as you insist on it, Qin An guessed it himself?
However, Qin An seems to have a higher price.
At this time, Qin An held five old heads and stopped adding them. I counted down to five seconds, deducting one hundred per second.
5.Qin An counted after saying that and took away an old man's head.
Song Yinghao had not yet understood Qin An's meaning, and was a little stunned, thinking that he would add a few hundred to himself before he could say it.
4.Qin An’s time is definitely much shorter than the real second.
3.Qin An took away another old man's head, leaving only two left in his hand.
Peng Xixian!Song Yinghao finally realized that the number of old heads that had decreased made him feel so distressed that he was bleeding. The feeling of his own money being reduced one by one brought him far greater pressure than the number of increases one by one.
Qin An handed over the remaining two old heads to Song Yinghao, stopped talking nonsense, and left the classroom.
He just wanted this answer, and never thought about having sex with Song Yinghao for a while, or mocking Song Yinghao for losing more because of greed.
Qin An left the school and saw Aimu's long pink plaid skirt with his back against a sycamore tree covering his knees, and his slender white and tender calves at the school gate.
Thin black cotton socks wrapped around the ankles, and the small feet were stuffed into the white jogging shoes with tight shoelaces. Seeing Qin An, Aimu waved his hand and carried the schoolbag strap in both hands. Girls with plump breasts had this movement, otherwise the schoolbag strap would press the breasts under their ribs, not only making the breasts squeezed particularly eye-catching.
And it's not comfortable.
Why are you still here?Qin'an stopped.
Aimu walked over and squinted his eyes slightly. I could also go around and go home from here. I saw you going to the second-year high school teaching building after school. Have you been looking for Song Yinghao?
Qin An and Aimu walked side by side, looked around, Zhang Yue and Tong Guan did not follow, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Ah, and asked Song Yinghao, it was Peng Xixian's instructor.
Then what are you going to do?Qin An is not a person who can endure silently.He was not easy to bully at all, and Aimu felt that Qin An would definitely fight back.
Use the way of others to treat others.Let's wait and see, I don't have time to make this thing with him now, so I'm looking for a chance.The holiday is coming soon, and I am going home on National Day. I am going to Taoyuan County to attend Wang Hongqi's wedding, and then go back to school to be the Olympic competition selection exam. Sun Sun's birthday is coming. Only after finishing these things can I make time to take a look at him Peng Xixian.
At the fork in the road leading to Experimental Primary School and Aimu's house, Qin An and Aimu broke up. They had just walked across the road, but they looked at Aimu's mother Zhang Keyi standing across the road.He looked here with a cold face.
Aimu did not look at his mother, and left with her schoolbag in a brisk mood. Qin An walked straight over and saw that the skirt Zhang Keyi and his daughter were wearing were very similar.
The wind stirred her skirt, revealing her equally fair and slender calves.
Zhang Keyi is well maintained. When she reaches middle age, she is still very charming except for the wrinkles that cannot be concealed at the corners of her eyes. Especially her natural charm, it will definitely make people think about her. If she walks with Ai Mu, those middle-aged men in the agency who are used to talking about flowers must use the adjective of a mother-daughter flower.
Hello, aunt.Qin An was still very polite and stood in front of Zhang Keyi with his schoolbag on his back, but he did not show off his face because of Zhang Keyi's words holding a broom to chase him.
From your house?Zhang Keyi showed Qin An without a good look. He looked at his daughter leaving and asked coldly.
It's Ah.Is the aunt doing business here?Qin An already knew Aimu's mother's name, but he had never deliberately inquired about what the background of Aimu's family was.
He accidentally heard someone mention that Tong Guan's father had just taken office as the Party Secretary of the newly established Economic and Technological Development Zone in Louxing District. The Aimu family probably won't be bad, and their parents should also be about the same as Tong Guan's father Tong Hu.
Zhang Keyi did not answer Qin An’s question, but her face became even more ugly. Her daughter went around in a big circle with a boy from school. What does this mean?
Zhang Keyi couldn't help but worry. It seemed that this kid really had annoyed his daughter, and her daughter really didn't listen to her warnings, so she was already a little too close to Qin An.
Don’t bother Aimu anymore… The most important thing at your age is to learn to know?Zhang Keyi said seriously, after Aimu graduated from high school, I will send her to study abroad. You cannot be together. You are still too young, and these things are not what you are considering now!
I originally wanted to study abroad, but if I wanted to separate from my family, my parents would definitely not be willing to leave me so far. I would rather study in China honestly. Aunt Zhang, would you be willing to send Aimu abroad?Qin An advised kindly, Ah is not suitable to study in foreign universities. A girl with a generous personality and some keen on social interactions. If she goes to a university that is not too first-class abroad, many of them will live a life that our traditional domestic ideas will absolutely not accept. For example, changing a boyfriend a week, and being more keen on big-name football team quarterbacks. She is becoming more and more likely to accept all night long men and women, taking it indifferently, and finally integrating into... Foreign universities have very strong assimilation ability in this area, especially in the United States.
Aimu is very beautiful. From the perspective of Westerners, the line-like face is also very beautiful. Beautiful girls are naturally tempted by many beautiful girls. Aimu doesn’t seem to be a nerd who is pressing for professors’ pace and subjects in American universities. Qin An is not an exaggeration. Aimu is not Anshui, but just a pretty girl with some vanity. She does not have Anshui’s inherent elegance temperament, nor does she have the calm heart as calm as the ancient well.
Qin An was stunned. Isn’t he holding Aimu’s lunch box?
The plastic shell of the small orchid, the clean white insulation inner liner, the inside is some chicken nuggets and shredded potatoes, and the top layer is egg flower soup. Aimu often brings it to the home with an insulated lunch box. Such dishes are obviously not food in the canteen.
I called you for food, and then I remembered that you would definitely not wake up for a while. When you wake up and eat, the food was cold, so I ate it myself.Aimu said embarrassedly.
Oh, thank you.Qin An was indeed hungry and could not resist the temptation of delicious food. Aimu was kind and had nothing to be pretentious.
Seeing Qin An eating voraciously, the little spoon he often used and kept putting it into Qin An's mouth, Aimu couldn't help but blush, turned his head, and was inexplicably shy.
After school in the afternoon, Song Yinghao, the director of the Propaganda Department of the Student Union, was blocked in the classroom by Qin An.
Song Yinghao was still in the classroom after school because he wanted to revise a manuscript. He saw someone standing at the door, and the shadow fell slanted in the sunset. He squinted his eyes, dodged his eyes, and continued to do his own thing as if nothing had happened.
Minister Song, I am Qin An.Without formal words, Qin An always doesn't show that everyone knows me and introduces himself seriously, although he can be sure that Song Yinghao cannot not know him.
Oh, it's Qin An Ah, is there anything wrong?Song Yinghao pushed the small glasses on his nose, his cheeks were very dry and his forehead was raised high, and he saw Qin An walking over.The eyes were circling in their sockets.
I would like to ask Minister Song, I have no grudges and no grudges. Even if you look down on me, you will not provoke me like this... Who asked you to write the love letter?Qin An sat on the table next to Song Yinghao and stared into his eyes and said.
Song Yinghao laughed, his thin and sunken cheeks made his smile look a little cunning. What did you say? How could I write a love letter to you?I'm not a lunatic.
Qin An stared at Song Yinghao for a while. Song Yinghao was wearing a slightly smaller white shirt that looked rather trivial. The buttons on the collar were tightly tied, and some yellow sweat stains made people feel quite uncomfortable. The sleeves were the same. They were black trousers on their lower body and a pair of shiny leather shoes. His appearance reminded Qin An of those intellectuals who struggled in the poor era, but their image was more likely to make people feel disgusted... similar to those who molest elementary school girls.
Of course you won’t write a love letter to me. You borrowed my name to write to Aimu. Who asked you to do this?Qin An has no evidence.
But that is not very important. Song Yinghao does not have the ability to hide it from Qin An. The two of them have too different eyesight and thoughts, and Song Yinghao has revealed too many traces.
Qin An, I didn’t do it, and no one instructed me.Don't wrongly accuse me, I still have something to do, please don't disturb me.Song Yinghao said with a high pitch, his eyes swept over Qin Anna's obviously of good-grade clothes, pants and shoes, revealing a little jealousy.
Qin An took out a few old man's heads from his pocket.I'll give you 100, tell me.
Song Yinghao opened his eyes wide and looked at Qin An in disbelief. After all, there are very few times among students who use money to solve problems nakedly.
How about two hundred?Qin An took out another one.
Song Yinghao's eyes fell on the old man's head, and the two bills exuded great temptation. He couldn't help but rub his hands, and he could not take his eyes away.
three hundred.Qin'an increased the price again.
three hundred!
Qin An is really not ordinary rich. Song Yinghao's breathing is a little rapid. Three hundred Ah, which is their monthly living expenses. If he has these three hundred, he can even invite the new girl from the Propaganda Department... The girl named Sun Sun went to the small cafeteria for a few meals. Sun Sun was so beautiful, and it made people feel moved. He wrote several poems himself, and invited her to have a meal in a small cafeteria with good grades and good environment. Then he recited the poems he wrote to her. Will she look at herself with admiration and admiration?
But what if I betray that person?What will happen?Song Yinghao couldn't help but hesitate and could not choose.
Four hundred... Qin An continued to raise the bet.
Song Yinghao's hands were trembling a little, and he forced himself to stop snatching the money from Qin An's hand.
Five hundred... Tell me who told you to do this, and this five hundred yuan is yours.Qin An's voice was a little tempting, shaking the five old men's heads.
Song Yinghao held his breath and struggled.
Even if I say his name at this time, I won’t do anything, right?
As long as you don’t admit it, what can that person do to himself?
As long as you insist on it, Qin An guessed it himself?
However, Qin An seems to have a higher price.
At this time, Qin An held five old heads and stopped adding them. I counted down to five seconds, deducting one hundred per second.
5.Qin An counted after saying that and took away an old man's head.
Song Yinghao had not yet understood Qin An's meaning, and was a little stunned, thinking that he would add a few hundred to himself before he could say it.
4.Qin An’s time is definitely much shorter than the real second.
3.Qin An took away another old man's head, leaving only two left in his hand.
Peng Xixian!Song Yinghao finally realized that the number of old heads that had decreased made him feel so distressed that he was bleeding. The feeling of his own money being reduced one by one brought him far greater pressure than the number of increases one by one.
Qin An handed over the remaining two old heads to Song Yinghao, stopped talking nonsense, and left the classroom.
He just wanted this answer, and never thought about having sex with Song Yinghao for a while, or mocking Song Yinghao for losing more because of greed.
Qin An left the school and saw Aimu's long pink plaid skirt with his back against a sycamore tree covering his knees, and his slender white and tender calves at the school gate.
Thin black cotton socks wrapped around the ankles, and the small feet were stuffed into the white jogging shoes with tight shoelaces. Seeing Qin An, Aimu waved his hand and carried the schoolbag strap in both hands. Girls with plump breasts had this movement, otherwise the schoolbag strap would press the breasts under their ribs, not only making the breasts squeezed particularly eye-catching.
And it's not comfortable.
Why are you still here?Qin'an stopped.
Aimu walked over and squinted his eyes slightly. I could also go around and go home from here. I saw you going to the second-year high school teaching building after school. Have you been looking for Song Yinghao?
Qin An and Aimu walked side by side, looked around, Zhang Yue and Tong Guan did not follow, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Ah, and asked Song Yinghao, it was Peng Xixian's instructor.
Then what are you going to do?Qin An is not a person who can endure silently.He was not easy to bully at all, and Aimu felt that Qin An would definitely fight back.
Use the way of others to treat others.Let's wait and see, I don't have time to make this thing with him now, so I'm looking for a chance.The holiday is coming soon, and I am going home on National Day. I am going to Taoyuan County to attend Wang Hongqi's wedding, and then go back to school to be the Olympic competition selection exam. Sun Sun's birthday is coming. Only after finishing these things can I make time to take a look at him Peng Xixian.
At the fork in the road leading to Experimental Primary School and Aimu's house, Qin An and Aimu broke up. They had just walked across the road, but they looked at Aimu's mother Zhang Keyi standing across the road.He looked here with a cold face.
Aimu did not look at his mother, and left with her schoolbag in a brisk mood. Qin An walked straight over and saw that the skirt Zhang Keyi and his daughter were wearing were very similar.
The wind stirred her skirt, revealing her equally fair and slender calves.
Zhang Keyi is well maintained. When she reaches middle age, she is still very charming except for the wrinkles that cannot be concealed at the corners of her eyes. Especially her natural charm, it will definitely make people think about her. If she walks with Ai Mu, those middle-aged men in the agency who are used to talking about flowers must use the adjective of a mother-daughter flower.
Hello, aunt.Qin An was still very polite and stood in front of Zhang Keyi with his schoolbag on his back, but he did not show off his face because of Zhang Keyi's words holding a broom to chase him.
From your house?Zhang Keyi showed Qin An without a good look. He looked at his daughter leaving and asked coldly.
It's Ah.Is the aunt doing business here?Qin An already knew Aimu's mother's name, but he had never deliberately inquired about what the background of Aimu's family was.
He accidentally heard someone mention that Tong Guan's father had just taken office as the Party Secretary of the newly established Economic and Technological Development Zone in Louxing District. The Aimu family probably won't be bad, and their parents should also be about the same as Tong Guan's father Tong Hu.
Zhang Keyi did not answer Qin An’s question, but her face became even more ugly. Her daughter went around in a big circle with a boy from school. What does this mean?
Zhang Keyi couldn't help but worry. It seemed that this kid really had annoyed his daughter, and her daughter really didn't listen to her warnings, so she was already a little too close to Qin An.
Don’t bother Aimu anymore… The most important thing at your age is to learn to know?Zhang Keyi said seriously, after Aimu graduated from high school, I will send her to study abroad. You cannot be together. You are still too young, and these things are not what you are considering now!
I originally wanted to study abroad, but if I wanted to separate from my family, my parents would definitely not be willing to leave me so far. I would rather study in China honestly. Aunt Zhang, would you be willing to send Aimu abroad?Qin An advised kindly, Ah is not suitable to study in foreign universities. A girl with a generous personality and some keen on social interactions. If she goes to a university that is not too first-class abroad, many of them will live a life that our traditional domestic ideas will absolutely not accept. For example, changing a boyfriend a week, and being more keen on big-name football team quarterbacks. She is becoming more and more likely to accept all night long men and women, taking it indifferently, and finally integrating into... Foreign universities have very strong assimilation ability in this area, especially in the United States.
Aimu is very beautiful. From the perspective of Westerners, the line-like face is also very beautiful. Beautiful girls are naturally tempted by many beautiful girls. Aimu doesn’t seem to be a nerd who is pressing for professors’ pace and subjects in American universities. Qin An is not an exaggeration. Aimu is not Anshui, but just a pretty girl with some vanity. She does not have Anshui’s inherent elegance temperament, nor does she have the calm heart as calm as the ancient well.
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