Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

On the snow-white booklet were vivid paintings of ancient figures, with fluttering clothes and wide collars and sleeves, looking free and ethereal. The overwhelming aura seemed to pull him back to the past many years ago, and his eyes were filled with shock.

This is a good portrait. Can it win an award?

"What's that expression on your face? How beautiful is this painting?" Qiao Ran leaned sideways to block the figure in the painting and looked at Chen Xun who was peeking out. "And sit still. What are you doing?"

What's so good about it? Besides, good-looking is something that only an eye-catching person like you can see? Reaching out and pushing away Chen Xun's head, Chen Xun glanced at Qiao Ran thoughtfully.

We are all classmates, what's wrong with taking a look? Besides, who are you to classmate Shen? Thinking in his heart, he sat back.

An idea came to his mind, but disappeared in an instant. After all, he had no say.

"Hey, what do you think we should do with the Mid-Autumn Festival Party?" Chen Xun poked Qiao Ran beside him and put the blackboard behind him.

"You are the squad leader and you have the final say." Qiao Ran moved his arm away.

"Tsk." This was strange. I just thought that Qiao Ran was in a bad mood today, so I didn't think too much about it.

Time passed quickly, and after class, several people gathered together to make a draft for the blackboard newspaper. Fang Hui was in charge of drawing, carefully sketching the draft, while He Shasha was tidying it up with a ruler.

Zhao Hua found an excuse not to go to training. He was fiddling with pencils and oil pastels, breaking the tip of the pen and stepping on the drawing paper. He was an example of someone who could do anything he wanted.

Menling's hand holding the brush trembled, and he rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner as he watched Fang Hui saving the broken oil crayon.

On the other side, Jiuli was reading a thick English book, tapping her fingertips on the table from time to time, waiting to go home.

"Why don't you go to training? Aren't there a lot of girls watching you?" Fang Hui had a wry smile on her face. It was already such a late hour and she was still here making trouble. Was Zhao Hua doing this on purpose?

"If you guys were to go and see me, I would definitely go. Those girls are particularly boring. In our team, ahem, let's not talk about this." Zhao Hua waved his hand, "I will be careful."

"What's wrong with the girls in our school?" What is boring? Is this too much? Doorbell akimbo.

As he spoke, he shook the brush in his hand with a bit of anger. Zhao Hua's expression froze instantly. His vest!

"Ah! I just wore these Nikes not long ago!" He looked down at the ink spots on the vest, feeling angry and resentful.

"I didn't do it on purpose? Should I wash it for you?" Doorbell touched her nose guiltily. It was really her who did it.

"Go and wash it off quickly. This mark is hard to wash out. How about I add a few more strokes for you?" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Ran said quickly. This time he must get rid of him, otherwise...

It will probably take them three days to finish this blackboard newspaper!

Zhao Hua nodded, then glared at the doorbell fiercely and trotted towards the men's restroom.

Fang Hui, who had packed up her oil pastels, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She was afraid that this person was not here to help, but to cause trouble for her.

"Don't worry, just concentrate on your painting. I'll watch the door later and make sure he doesn't get the chance to come in and disturb you again. If it doesn't work, I have another plan." Chen Xun saw Fang Hui's helpless expression, but his voice was affirmative.

Fang Hui lowered her head and smiled. Her usually gentle eyes swept across Chen Xun. She tidied herself up and started working on the blackboard newspaper again.

By the evening, after the efforts of several people, they had only completed a draft, and there was still a large blank space.

"Wake up, it's time for us to go home." Qiao Ran put on his schoolbag and came to Jiuli, his tone very gentle.

"Yeah," Jiuli opened her eyes, put the English book in her schoolbag, and followed Qiao Ran away.

"You don't have to wait for me next time," Qiao Ran's ears turned slightly red as they walked on the road. He didn't dare to look at Jiuli beside him.

"I understand." Jiuli paused and agreed.

As he was speaking, Qiao Ran suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and for a moment even his voice became a little hoarse.

"Go home tonight, take your medicine and go to bed early." After getting off the car, Jiuli stood at the door, looked at Qiao Ran, and said.

Go to bed early? Qiao Ran, who had been coughing, suddenly returned to normal. I don’t know what he was thinking about, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"I will take good care of myself." His voice became lowered, and his footsteps were visibly filled with joy.

Not until Jiuli walked in and the lights upstairs went out did Qiao Ran turn around and walk towards his home.

He frowned tightly while taking the medicine, it was so bitter. What he hated most was taking bitter medicine, it was his lifelong enemy!

There was no progress on the blackboard newspaper the next day. The only people who could really help Fang Hui were Menling and Chen Xun. Between these two people, Chen Xun was just a by-product, after all, Chen Xun was the class monitor and had other things to do.

On the afternoon of the third day, Zhao Hua had to attend training, Menling had to go home, and He Shasha only stayed until six in the afternoon because she had something to do.

Qiao Ran and Jiuli went home after school because they had a cold.

In the end, only Fang Hui and Chen Xun were left busy.

As soon as Qiao Ran got out of the car, he held onto the tree at the door and vomited violently. His fair face was all red. Jiuli raised her hand and placed it on Qiao Ran's forehead. The temperature was so hot that it was almost hot enough to burn an egg.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Qiao Ran said sullenly. He tried to turn his head away to avoid the cold hand on his forehead, but he couldn't help but move closer and squinted his eyes.

He sighed in comfort, but was sober for a moment.

"Where are your house keys?" You must be confused, right?

"In the schoolbag." Half of his body was leaning on Jiuli, with his eyes seemingly unable to open, he was very well-behaved.

He took the key and opened the door swiftly, then helped Qiao Ran in. This was his first time coming to the Qiao family, except when he was a child.

The entry-level wardrobe, in classic wood color, and the awards on the wall silently demonstrate the owner's excellence.

There were all kinds of electrical appliances in the corner. He helped Qiao Ran sit on the sofa, poured a glass of water from the thermos, and then saw the malted milk on the side. He remembered that he had to eat something before taking the medicine.

Qiao Ran was lying on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable and kept complaining about the heat. But when he saw the busy figure, a shadow of a person seemed to appear in his heart silently.

The love of youth may be just a fleeting glimpse, or the touching feeling at that moment. At least now it is the light he wants to catch.

"Come, drink it and take the medicine." Jiuli handed the malted milk to Qiao Ran's mouth. Her tone was fierce but sounded very nice.

"Thank you." He drank the malted milk right away, resisted the urge to vomit, took the capsule and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Take a good rest today. I'll ask for leave for you tomorrow." After seeing Qiao Ran finish taking the medicine, "I'll go back first."

"Don't go." Qiao Ran reached out and grabbed Jiuli's sleeve, but then realized something was wrong and let go. "Will you come over tomorrow?"

Because of a cold, his breath sounded weak but full of anticipation.

"Here, I'll give you some homework and some knowledge points." Jiuli chuckled, "You have to get better soon."