Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

When I took a shower at night, my shirt was taken off, and the bruises on my shoulders were made more ferocious by the porcelain white skin, and the area was slightly larger.

Yun Qian poked it disbelievingly, and then took a breath of cold air.

Serving the people cannot be told to the people she serves. It is not a good deal no matter how you look at it.

Forget it, who let it be her strategy mission?

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The next morning, Yun Qian came into the classroom with a bun in her mouth. Tang Yuan handed Yun Qian the green dumplings her mother had brought from home.

"Here, my mother made it herself. Let me bring it to you to try."

"Okay, it looks delicious. Thank you auntie for me."

"Have you finished writing your speech?"

"No, I don't have a clue." And she hasn't dealt with another contestant yet.

Tang Yuan didn't understand: "Do you really want to go with the big boss?"

When Yun Qian told her calmly yesterday, she almost jumped up in surprise.

"Yeah, can this be fake?"

"...You are a real warrior. If you say something, I don't think the boss will agree."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

"........."

Learn less Internet hot words.

Xie Heng came after ringing the bell for morning self-study. As soon as Yun Qian saw the person coming, he hurriedly picked up an English textbook and followed him.

She pulled up an empty stool at the back of the classroom, sat next to Xie Heng, and then placed the English book in front of Xie Heng and spread it out.

Xie Heng: "?"

"What are you going to do?"

The use of the word 'and' is very spiritual.

Yun Qian looked at him directly: "You are going to participate in the English speech contest with me. Are you excited? Are you happy?"

Xie Heng's expression turned cold: "Have I ever said that you are very idle?"

"Are we familiar?"

"Hmm...maybe?"

Xie Heng sneered, the mole in the corner of his eye looked ruthless, and closed the English book in front of him: "If you want to meddle in other people's affairs so much, you can become a community volunteer."

"I..." I didn't want to care about others.

"Class is over, go back to your seat."

Yun Qian became depressed, "Then...I'll ask you again tomorrow."

It means she won't give up.

The girl's stubbornness was written all over her face, making Xie Heng swallow everything she wanted to say.

Xie Heng didn't know why Yun Qian was so persistent. Did he want to get something from him?

He reached into the desk drawer to look for a book, and accidentally bumped into something. The sharp corners of the yogurt cover were carefully smoothed, and they didn't hurt his hands at all.

He hadn't eaten the bottle of yogurt yet, so he casually threw the girl's little thought into the corner of the drawer.

Something strange flashed through Xie Heng's heart, and it was hard to describe what it felt like.

Yun Qian was absent-minded when he came back. Tang Yuan was a little worried, so he reached out and patted Yun Qian's shoulder, and it happened to hit the big bruise.

Yun Qian hissed in pain.

"What's wrong? Did I hit it hard?"

Yun Qian shook his head, "No, I just accidentally knocked it here yesterday and it's just a bruise."

Tang Yuan felt distressed and was about to hold Yun Qian's sleeves, but Yun Qian took his hand and put it down.

"It's nothing. It'll be fine in a few days."

"Really? Then you usually apply some medicine to disperse the blood stasis or something."

Yun Qian agreed.

Although the other contestant has not yet finished, the manuscript for the competition is about to be prepared.

The questions in the preliminary round were drawn by lot, with one theme per class. The question Yun Qian drew was about Chinese clothing culture, which was relatively easy to talk about.

According to the original plot, what Wei Lin and the others drew should be about foreign customs. The content between the two is actually overlapping and can be used for comparison.

Generally used for comparison, there is always a higher or lower level.

Yun Qian has a strong desire to win and she wants to do better.

This desire to be better than the male and female protagonist drives Yun Qian to go to the English teacher after class every day these days to learn some professional terms and usage.

After school that day, Yun Qian took the English teacher to write a speech that she had been working on for a long time. She waited until everyone in the school was gone before she walked out of the teaching building.

"Yun Qian." Someone called her.

Yun Qian looked up when he heard the sound and saw Xie Heng standing in front, holding a basketball in his arm, the lazy expression on his face unchanged.

"Are you...waiting for me?" Yun Qian couldn't believe it.

"Come with me."

Yun Qian was afraid that it was not a good thing. Aren't words like 'Come with me' the opening theme of the school bully's troubles?

"We're at school now, you can't hit me."

Xie Heng laughed angrily: "Who wants to beat you? Who has ever beaten you?"

"You." Yun Qian blurted out.

Xie Heng stopped joking and his expression turned serious: "Did you beat up Yang Biao and the others?"

"Who is Yang Biao?" Yun Qian really didn't know.

"The social guy with the big blue dragon tattooed on his hand."

"Yeah...oh no."

Yun Qian changed her subject: "How can I, a girl, defeat them?"

Xie Heng looked at her: "Tell the truth."

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Yun Qian was defeated: "It's me."

The basketball was slammed to the ground by Xie Heng, and then bounced back to Xie Heng's hand.

The owner vented all his emotions on basketball.

"Do you know it's dangerous?"

"I know. I went there knowing what was going on. I told them not to complain."

The last sentence was much quieter.

"These are my own matters and I don't need you to take care of them in this way."

Hearing this, Yun Qian became angry: "Then I just don't want to see them say what's wrong with you? I want to fight myself, and I don't need you to care about it."

Xie Heng was stunned. It had been a long time since he heard someone favoring him. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be favored by others.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, unable to say the harsh words he had already drafted.

Xie Heng put down his hand and asked her, "Are you injured anywhere?"

"No, I have strong Chinese power." Yun Qian was still arrogant.

"I will help you fight back those people."

"........."

The school bully's way of solving problems is really simple and crude.

"No...actually I have a wish, can you help me fulfill it?"

Yun Qian boldly tested it.

"what?"

"My wish is that you can participate in the English speech contest with me."

"........."

Yun Qian is really persistent.

Xie Heng sighed inexplicably. After all, he owed Yun Qian a favor, and it would be unreasonable not to help.

"it is good."

After getting the affirmative answer, Yun Qian immediately jumped up happily: "You can't go back on your promise, once you say it, it's hard to keep it back!"

Xie Heng was surprised by how quickly the little girl changed her face, but seeing the happy look on Yun Qian's face, the depression in her heart for the past few days suddenly dissipated, and Xie Heng couldn't help but feel relaxed.

"Then let me show you the speech. My English teacher and I have been working on it for a long time."

The handwriting on the manuscript paper is delicate, and there are many corrections. It can be seen that it has been carefully written. At the end, the little girl signed her and Xie Heng's names, with a small heart behind the names.

Moreover, small expressions are drawn in the intervals between each paragraph, including happy, sad, numb, etc. You can almost see the author's psychological activities at that time from these expressions.

As vivid as Yun Qian himself.