Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

"What don't I like about you?" Jiuli laughed unhappily, "You should pay attention to the road when you ride your bike. If you fall off my bike, I will never forgive you."

"I got it, don't worry." Qiao Ran deliberately let go of one hand, rode for a while, and then held the handlebars with both hands.

The location of Malatang is not far from the school and closer to Lin Jiamo's home, which is a complete novelty for students.

It is still very cheap at that time, only about ten yuan is enough, which is enough for a boy to eat.

A few people were enjoying their meal here, while the research institute over there was under complete martial law. A group of gray-haired old men and women were reading a pile of information, and they were whispering to each other.

The painting was so clear that they had the illusion that they could draw it with their hands. Although they had not conducted any experiments, they could still tell from their vision that these paintings were real, and they didn't know who had done them.

Everywhere started to act according to the blueprint, and the assembly was completed in just a few months, which was at least thirty years ahead of now. They were even more eager to know who was responsible for it.

Having drunk some wine last night, Qiao Ran felt a little unsteady when riding his bike the next day, and he almost fell asleep while sitting in the classroom.

"I'm drunk," Qiao Ran stretched out his hand to Jiuli seriously, "I need you to hold my hand to make me feel better."

"The teacher will be here soon. You can hold her hand after class." Jiuli said, but she extended her hand, "Here."

"I knew you were the best," Qiao Ran held Jiuli's hand with satisfaction, lay on the table and fell asleep soon after.

The teacher on the stage just glanced at him and then looked away. It was understandable that a good student would do this occasionally, but if his grades dropped, he would be scolded like a dog or change his surname to Qiao!

As the day of the grand celebration draws closer, the school decided to take a look at it themselves, discover any problems in advance and rectify them in advance.

During the afternoon physical education class, more than 300 students from six classes danced gracefully, which was very spectacular to watch from a distance.

"Not bad, not bad. It seems that you have put in a lot of effort. The leader of Class 1 is very capable." The moral education director praised.

Hou Li lowered her head humbly, agreeing in her heart that what he said was right. This was all her credit. She was sure to get the first place. It should also be her turn to be the three-good teacher this semester, right?

"You didn't drink much. Did you get heatstroke?" After dancing a few rounds, Jiuli stopped and walked to the middle of the team.

While asking, he reached out and touched Qiao Ran's forehead. Qiao Ran's face suddenly turned red and he stuttered.

"Maybe," Qiao Ran glanced at the eyes around him, "Don't do that, there are too many people looking at you."

"I'm going to ask the teacher for medicine. Do you want to drink something cold?" Jiuli withdrew her hand and pressed Qiao Ran under the shade of the tree.

"Okay, I'll wait for you here," Qiao Ran rubbed his temples, looked at the sun, and felt a little dizzy.

"I'll be back soon." Jiuli turned around, walked beside Chen Xun and whispered a few words, then left the main group.

"Qiao Ran has heatstroke. I'll take care of him," Chen Xun subconsciously explained when he saw Fang Hui coming over. Although he liked to see Fang Hui looking awkward the most, it was best to make it clear.

This is the knowledge he learned from Qiao Ran, that problems should be resolved on the same day, otherwise it will easily drag on and become a big deal. What's more, Fang Hui is a sensitive person, so what if she can't explain it clearly?

"Heatstroke?" Fang Hui subconsciously looked Chen Xun up and down, "Are you okay? Do you want to take medicine?"

"I'm fine. Do you think I'll be treated like this if I get heatstroke someday? Will you go find the teacher?" Chen Xun blinked with a wicked smile and leaned next to Fang Hui to talk.

"Look, don't be so close, everyone is watching." Fang Hui moved a little uncomfortably, but with a smile in her eyes.

After a few words, Jiuli came back with medicine and warm water, and the two sat in the corner to chat. After Qiao Ran took the medicine, he drank the ice water, his face was rosy and beautiful.

"I'm much better now. Shall we go back to the classroom first?" After calming down a little, Qiao Ran stood up, his voice sounding strange.

"Okay," Jiuli stretched out her hand and interlocked her fingers with Qiao Ran.

"I want to keep walking with you like this." Qiao Ran suddenly spoke, then lowered his head, as if he didn't say it himself.

"Yes," the curve of Jiuli's mouth became bigger and bigger.

"That's good. Remember not to leave me." Qiao Ran, who was sick, had a strong sense of dependence. Anyone with eyes could tell that Jiuli and Qiao Ran were together.

So much so that no one came to hand Qiao Ran a love letter anymore.

The grand celebration kicked off on October 1st, two months after Jiuli delivered the blueprints to the research institute.

At 4:30 p.m., everyone went to school to receive instructions from the principal, vice principal and moral education director. Their bold and high-spirited words and the aura of "no one else but me" made the blood boil in the audience.

Zhuque Street was under complete martial law, and everyone was walking. Red flags with dragon and phoenix patterns hung on both sides, rustling in the wind.

"Just chat with them. I'll take it." Qiao Ran, who had just returned from being told a few words by Hou Li, walked beside Jiuli and took the bag from her hand. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much, and I'm thirsty." Jiuli shook her hand skillfully, leaving two red marks on her white fingers.

"Let me blow on it for you?" Qiao Ran took out a bottle of soda water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Jiuli, "Drink some water first to calm down."

"No need to blow, there are too many people here." Jiuli lowered her head.

Qiao Ran nodded with a smile, then glared at Chen Xun who was chatting with a boy. Doesn’t this guy know how to be caring?

"It hurts so much, it's so heavy." Lin Jiamo's voice timely woke up Chen Xun who was chatting with someone.

"I'll do it, you go chat with that person." Zhao Hua quickly caught the message, stepped out from the front and took the bag.

"Are you tired too?" Chen Xun reacted belatedly and took Fang Hui's bag with a bit of apology. He felt the weight in his hand and felt even more guilty. "Drink some water."

"Not tired, I'm fine." Fang Hui said quickly with annoyance in her eyes. Should she learn from Jiuli?

When Qiao Ran wasn’t here, I carried her around like she was playing with me, but now that she’s here, she’s so weak that she can’t take care of herself. Will this be better?

They hadn't chatted for a few words when Hou Li in front started calling Chen Xun and Qiao Ran to count the number of people. The reason was simple: they were almost there. The dancing location in F was on Zhuque Street, close to the square to welcome foreign guests, which was already a very good position.

The group dance started at 8 o'clock in the evening, but all the schools that had performance tasks were ready. The principal notified each class one by one, asking them to sit in their seats and not run around.

"The toilet is right next to it. Those rectangular water covers are the toilets. Chen Xun and Qiao Ran, keep a close eye on them. If one is lost, there won't be enough time to find him. Be quiet."

"Yes." Chen Xun agreed quickly, sat beside and talked to Fang Hui, looking at the busy square with passion.