Chapter 72 In-depth review

Every Monday, the school has a speech under the national flag, with school leaders or student representatives speaking on the podium.

What surprised Bi was that Ling Qingyuan, the president of the student union who was originally Yan, came late. It was not until the director repeatedly emphasized the style of students' early love that Ling Qingyuan walked up from the other side of the rostrum with his long legs.

The eyebrows and eyes are clear and calm. Even if there is a faint dizzy on his face, he can't find any panic at all. He stands in front of the microphone in an orderly manner

He was just a sophomore student who skipped the grade. In terms of age, he was just a short time after entering the first year of high school, but he just stood there and his aura was natural.

The words are out of the manuscript, mainly because the identity of the future generation mobilized and encouraged the upcoming college entrance examination for senior high school students. It was originally a very official manuscript, but he said it a little interesting. At the end of the words, with his clear and powerful pronunciation and tone, the meaning progressed layer by layer, inexplicably, people really felt the passion of burning their boats.

This made Ling Sinan think of the scene in ancient wartime generals inspiring morale to the soldiers before going to war, and he was like the general who toasted and listened to the sound of drums in the sky.

Thinking about this, Ling Sinan fantasized about Qingyuan wearing armor and swordsmanship, and couldn't help but be amused by his imagination.

What are you laughing at? Did you ask him to write a review?

The speech under the national flag has been disbanded, and everyone is on the way back to the classroom. Gu Ting's question made Ling Sinan unable to help but shudder for a moment

I...I forgot

After that incident happened on Saturday, she lived in that new apartment. Qingyuan prepared only a few pieces of clothes and a bunch of review materials for her (yes, there are many review materials). So Zhou Yue went out to buy some daily necessities and ingredients. Because she didn't have a mobile phone, she couldn't contact her younger brother at all. How could she remember asking him to write a review matter.

I'm going to the radio room for lunch break, you want me to be improvised. Gu Ting slapped his head

Sorry, I'll write your review later during class

What kind of review? The voice of a boy suddenly sounded behind him

Ling Sinan turned around and said, "Who else could it be if Qingyuan is not talking?"

Gu Ting glanced at him: Is it the harm of early love affair? Is it understand?

Not small, he said with a slight expression

??? Gu Ting didn't react for a moment: What's not small?

Everything is not small. He looked serious: If you don't understand, please ask my sister

Ling Sinan is already embarrassed

Gu Ting, who came back to his senses, rolled his eyes: Why don’t I want to hear at all, he leaned towards Ling Sinan and asked: If you are forced, wink at me, I will call the police for you.

Ling Qingyuan squeezed between the two: You think beautifully

Don't make trouble. The two male gods from the Sixth Middle School are wandering around her. She doesn't know how much hatred she has caused. I'm going to rush back and finish Gu Ting's review.

Is it the one to be broadcast at noon today? Ling Qingyuan raised his eyebrows

Um

I'll write

Hey? Ling Sinan didn't expect his younger brother to be so proactive

Ling Qingyuan seemed very responsible: Of course I should write it, after all, I was in love with you

... She is a little uncomfortable with being so straightforward in front of others

Damn, it's really the sour smell of love. Gu Ting slammed and raised the corners of his mouth and said: You have to review it more deeply

Ling Qingyuan also smiled: Don't worry, you will definitely write deeply

During lunch break, Ling Sinan finished the meal early and took the review letter to the school's radio station.

The radio station is located in Chengxin Building, where the auditorium is located. In addition to the auditorium, a quarter of the building is divided into two floors, and the radio station and several club activity rooms are all here.

When Ling Sinan came, the broadcaster at the radio station's current duty station was still debugging the equipment, asking her to wait a moment next to her first

Ling Sinan held the review letter in his hand, but didn't see Gu Ting, and had no cell phone to urge him, for fear that he would forget that this review was one of the conditions for exempting the warning from the teacher and Gu Ting. If he harmed others, he could not let others be punished, right?

Fortunately, not long after, Gu Ting knocked on the door of the radio station.

Where is the review letter? Gu Ting stretched out his hand to her

Ling Sinanwei was surprised: Hey?

...He won't give it to you, right?

I came over right after dinner, I thought he was looking for you...

As he was talking, the door was opened, and Ling Qingyuan walked in with a stack of paper sheets.

When he entered the door, his eyes and Gu Ting happened to collide with each other. Gu Ting's gaze moved down to the page he brought, his eyebrows twisted a little, probably meaning you are fucking teasing me

Ling Qingyuan chuckled, handed the paper page under his arm to him, pulled out a piece of paper in Gu Ting's panic look and stuffed it into his hand, then turned a wink at Ling Sinan, walked to Jiang Dongming, who was in charge of the radio today, put down the remaining files: next month's broadcast publicity arrangements

Jiang Dongming was flattered: Lord, you sent it here in person? He looked up to his face as if he had received the imperial edict.

Ling Qingyuan curled the corner of his mouth: Brother Dongming, don’t be too exaggerated in acting

He paused and looked back at Gu Ting about to examine the review letter he handed over, and couldn't help but ask: "The 'criticism meeting' has not started yet? Is it time?"

Jiang Dongming, who was asked, glanced at the clock, hurriedly called Ling Sinan and Gu Ting to sit down at the radio table next to him, and asked again: Which of you two will come first?

Ling Sinan was punished for the first time in his life for public review. He was nervous. Seeing that she couldn't let go, Gu Ting simply said: I'll do it first.

Jiang Dongming nodded and sat back aside. After driving the Mai, he made a brief explanation. It was probably that everyone knows that the school does not advocate early love. Last week, two students made mistakes and caused some storms. Today, the two students came to the radio station to review. I hope everyone can learn from it. Something, after saying that Gu Ting can start

Gu Ting picked up the manuscript in his hand and began to recite according to his subject.

The beginning is also ordinary, probably just reviewing the storm last week, and by the way, he explained that he was also a victim, and then he still had the old-fashioned official words. As a senior high school student, Biru should focus on his studies at the college entrance examination, and it is rigid and boring to recite, so he didn't feel at ease and kept reading it.

I know that as the successor of socialism, early love will corrupt my pure heart. At the same time, I should have a clear understanding of myself and put myself in the right position. I should not have any unrealistic thoughts about female classmates around me. After all, in my student days, I am not worthy of not studying hard and provoking trouble all day long... Gu Ting's voice became smaller and smaller, and he was cold and grim, and he was slashing at Ling Qingyuan, who was holding his arms and watching the show.

Ling Qingyuan smiled, and the cramped breath in his eyes was almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and he whispered to urge him: Don't stop Ah, deep, engrave, check, and ask

Gu Ting threw away the manuscript, lowered his head and cursed. Fuck, what else is there behind me. I swear that I will never approach Ling Sinan again in the future. He will be the successor of socialism, not in love or cause trouble, and devote himself to socialism. He really can't say anything like nonsense.

Ling Sinan, who had already heard something wrong, turned around and saw Ling Qingyuan facing away from them, with his head against the wall, and was hammering the wall and laughing so hard that he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and press his voice to him, Qingyuan, what are you doing?

Jiang Dongming, who was standing by, probably the first time he saw the student president's appearance, could not help but feel a little dazed. It took him a long time to realize that the radio was stuck and kept calling Gu Ting to continue.

Gu Ting picked up the microphone and approached: Actually, I don’t know what’s wrong with falling in love. In short, just study hard. I really tried my best to review it.

After saying that, he stood up and walked to Ling Qingyuan. However, the radio continued. He could only glar at him fiercely, turn around and walk out of the radio room.

The radio was interrupted in a hurry, and even the sound of cheering in the teaching building outside could be heard. Jiang Dongming quickly made a smooth move, inserted a short piece of music first, sat on the chair and looked at the siblings with his legs, and was still scared: Ling Sinan, you shouldn't have any trouble, right?

Ling Sinan waved at him with an awkward look on his face: No, my manuscript is normal, and it was not Gu Ting's fault just now, it was all...

Jiang Dongming is still waiting for her to say

... Ling Sinan felt that he shouldn't have added the following sentence. He couldn't say that Gu Ting's manuscript just now was written by his younger brother, right?

Once again, she glared at Ling Qingyuan beside her, and then responded awkwardly: It's all the system's fault.

Hahaha, Ling Qingyuan really laughed at the side this time so much that he had no image at all

Although Jiang Dongming also found it interesting, he didn't know why. Seeing that the always restrained student union president smiled like this, he couldn't help but ask: Is that... President himself today?

It's not me, I have something to burn paper. Ling Qingyuan stood up and pressed his mouth, calming down the twitching expression on his face.

The speechless Jiang Dongming readjusted the radio and asked Ling Sinan to prepare

Ling Sinan took a deep breath, and the girl's gentle voice slowly rang on the campus.

Not long after, Jiang Dongming opened the door and went out.

Ling Sinan's obscene glimpse of his younger brother standing beside her and leaning over to look at her manuscript

In addition to the review letter with black letters on white background, there are the cuffs of the white shirt. Two silver cufflinks are embedded on the clean and flat sleeves.

The young man's slender wrist was wrapped under his sleeves, his fingers were slender and white, his joints were clear, and his skin was so thin that he could see the light blue meridians. Under the color of the natural light in the room, the back of his hand seemed to be glowing a faint glow.

The graph paper for writing the review was too soft, so he picked up the pages of the review book to help her erect it so that she could read it easier.

The faint tea fragrance of clothes softener lingered at the tip of his nose. Ling Sinan thought about it, and his thoughts floated to him.

This tastes so disgusting

Especially in the ears, there is a uniform breathing sound of Ling Qingyuan

Fortunately, when I was reciting, there was a very light background music on the radio, which made her occasionally pause not too abrupt.

She slowly recited the manuscript, unable to control her attention, and raised her eyes from time to time, looking at Shangqingyuan's focused gaze

In the amber pupils, there is my own panic

The more I read my cheeks, the hotter it became, as if I was not chanting the book of reviews, or something shameful. Even though I read the book more slowly, my heart beats unusually agitated.

Don't look

She thought to herself, her eyes could not help but dodge

A tempting red on the cheek

The afternoon radio station, the soothing background music, the clear and peaceful tea fragrance, the undercurrent of the boy's affection, and...

A touch of coldness falling from thin lips

He closed his eyes lightly, his long eyebrows resting on her round skin, and trembled slightly as he breathed, sweeping across her pink cheeks again and again

The warm lips touched it, it was hot and cool, she couldn't tell it

Soft, wet, down like a down feather, sliding down along the face

Ling Sinan was stunned, and forgot to read the line of the manuscript in his hand.

He held her chair back, glanced at the paper page from the bottom of his head, pointed at one of the paragraphs, and quietly silenced the sound in her ear: Continue...

She was lying on the review again, and she couldn't help but smile in her ears

Early love can easily distract people's mind and destroy people's willpower

It's really right, she secretly whispers

For a senior high school student, he should naturally devote all his static energy to his studies and stay away from the poison of early love. Now our heart surname is not mature enough. At this age, we cannot really get to know the beauty of love...

Qingyuan's lips were unyielding, rubbing down along the lines of her cheeks. The warm breath from her lips made her feel numb and itchy like she was over the electricity.

He trembled with his kiss awkwardly

She raised her hand and pushed her, but she was pitiful. In the end, she turned into Yuying and refused, climbing onto his fierce clothes.

Will the breathing sound be too loud?

Is the radio station door closed?

Did I read the manuscript just now in the wrong way?

Thinking about whether there are any or not, Ling Sinan finally read the review book to the last line

So I sincerely reflect on myself and will not make such mistakes again. I hope that my classmates can also learn from them, stay away from the illusion of love, remember the duties of their students, study hard, and look forward to...

Before the sentence was finished, Ling Qingyuan suddenly opened the microphone with one hand and closed it with a familiar touch.

He pushed her back hard and kissed her lips