Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

A new guild "Feihe European Union" was established in this way.

Xing Wenbo directly added the content of guild recruiting in the main post of Duan Tianya, turning the guild post into a recruiting post, and added a passionate recruiting phrase——We are a group born with a heavy fate The team we are going to take is a difficult and dangerous road full of thorns, let us rise in desperation and explode in the counterattack!Don't be afraid of the long road ahead, just fight for blood!Kang Mang, the next Chosen One is you!

Wen He: "..."

Celebrities don't say dark words, he wants to quit.This kind of rustic love story can only be written by science students.

Wen He's disgust was too obvious, Xing Wenbo looked at him, "Why don't I give you the pen, so you can write it?"

"No." Wen He said.How could his Taotao talent be used in such a strange place.

I don't know whether it's because the melons are too delicious or because of the power of the second grader. The advertising effect of the post is top-notch. By the time the two of them went offline that evening, the guild was already full.

Although the upper limit of the first-level guild is only 20 people.

In the blink of an eye, the second week of his senior year in high school, Xing Wenbo had no more balls to play at night, and suddenly lost one of his daily activities, making him feel very bored.Xiao Liang failed to take a firm stand, and was dragged down by several sophomores. He wanted to harm Xing Wenbo, but Xing Wenbo held up the two sets of mock papers issued today with a high-spirited face, and handed them to Xiao Liang. He waved it gently, "Didn't you say treat last time, just in time, bring me black pepper beef fried rice."

Xiao Liang stared, "You are a traitor and you still want to make money, why don't you go to heaven?"

"Slightly spicy, no green onions." Xing Wenbo said.

Xiao Liang: "..." Brother, your face is off.

Just after school in the afternoon, it was the peak time for the cafeteria. Xing Wenbo spent the past two years playing ball, but now... he can only study by himself.

Senior high school students are the treasure of the school. The senior high school teaching building was newly built a few years ago with excellent equipment. Each floor has an extra study room, which is convenient for teachers to attend classes during evening self-study, and the teachers’ offices are all concentrated in another office building. building.

The classroom was a bit noisy, and several boys were yelling that they were not used to it when they were in the third year of high school, and they had to prescribe a pesticide to suppress the shock.Xing Wenbo picked up a few reference books, took the simulation volume, and left the classroom door.

Walking all the way to the stairs, Xing Wenbo hesitated for a moment, and instead of continuing, he went up the stairs.

This went up to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor is much quieter than the first floor, and most of the students have left.The structure of each floor is the same, Xing Wenbo went straight to the study room.

There was no one in the study room.But there is a pile of documents on the table in the farthest corner.

Xing Wenbo walked over, put his things down casually, and saw a notebook with a familiar cover next to the pile of documents.

It was a plain gray notebook.Xing Wenbo didn't think much about it, and picked it up subconsciously.

Before he could make any further movements, footsteps sounded behind him.

Xing Wenbo turned his head and met Wen He who came in through the door.

Wen He looked at him, then at the notebook in his hand.

Xing Wenbo put down the notebook, "I didn't peek."

Wen He: "...Oh."

His expression was very calm, the same kind of calm that he showed to the whole world every day. Xing Wenbo looked at him for a long time, but he didn't see the slightest bit of sullenness.

It seemed that what Xing Wenbo did just now had nothing to do with him.

He really didn't mind, what Xing Wenbo took was just his study notes, without a single original sentence, and the pile of materials were all learning materials, no matter whether it was Xing Wenbo or someone else, even if they searched over and over, they couldn't find any privacy.

It is impossible to write a diary in a diary, after all, whoever writes a diary is a serious person.

"You..." Xing Wenbo couldn't help but speak.

"Ok?"

"Why is it so different from the Internet." Xing Wenbo said.

Look at this person in front of him, he is completely an emotional killer, and that little... that river god who died with him yesterday on Duantianya, is it really the same person?

Wen He thought about it, and then thought about it, but couldn't think of a reason.

He couldn't solve this problem.

Xing Wenbo had no intention of pressing Wen He. He put his things on another table across a narrow aisle, sat down, stretched his long legs under the table, spread out the mock roll, and lifted the cap of the pen, skillfully Turning the pen around a few times, glanced at the first question, and ticked option B.

Wen He stood still for a while, looking at him.

Xing Wenbo did several multiple-choice questions in a row, then looked up at him, "What's wrong, are you overwhelmed by the light of the master of science?"

Wen He: "... Isn't there a self-study room on the first floor?"

It's not that he monopolizes this study room, but that there are almost no people in it during this time period, so he deliberately staggers the meal time with others to try to keep it quiet.

"I have too many fans, which affects my study," Xing Wenbo said, "I will borrow your site to use it."

It was the first time Wen He saw such a shameless and righteous person in real life.

Wen He returned to his seat silently, sat down, spread out a book and the gray notebook, and concentrated on writing again.

The pen made a rustling sound as it slid across the paper, and it was cool comfortably with the late summer evening wind.

Xing Wenbo has always been a person with strong self-control and concentration, but the rustling sound tickled his ears to his heart, and he lost his mind unconsciously.

He was thinking that he hadn't told the truth just now, at least not the whole truth.

He actually peeked at it.two years ago.After accidentally hurting Wen He on the court, he ran Class 11 very frequently for the next few days. Once, he went to the study room to find Wen He, but Wen He was not there.

Xing Wenbo didn't do it on purpose either. He was obsessed with martial arts culture since he was a child, and he attached great importance to the character of a chivalrous man. He must be upright when he walks in the rivers and lakes.

But he accidentally knocked Wen He's notebook at the corner of the table to the ground. The notebook was flipped open in the air, with the pages facing down, and it slapped against the ground.

When Xing Wenbo picked it up, he happened to see a page full of writing. The typesetting was clean and neat, and the handwriting was strong and flying.

Xing Wenbo's own handwriting is not bad, but Wen He's handwriting is really good-looking, which has surpassed the ordinary meaning of good-looking. It has a temperament that can't be forgotten once seen, which is obviously cultivated through years of practice.Xing Wenbo clearly remembered one of the poems on the page: When drunk, I don’t know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams.

Inexplicably, I remembered it for two years.

Xing Wenbo turned his head and looked at Wen He's profile.With a concentrated demeanor and a beautiful silhouette, she was illuminated by the setting sun.His youth has always been vigorous and unscrupulous, but the boy opposite made him feel quiet and soft that he had never imagined.

Wen He suddenly raised his head, caught his gaze, and asked "what are you doing" with his eyes.

Xing Wenbo was cunning, and almost blurted out: "You still say you are not Wenqing?"

Wen He's daily trajectory is also very regular. Every evening, after school and before eating, it is time to take notes.Wen He is the only person in this era who is still writing reading notes in such a serious manner in the entire W high school.

But Wen He didn't like people calling him Wenqing.Expressing feelings is called lyricism, and insisting on expressing feelings that are not there is called hypocrisy.I don't know when, most of the literary youth who flaunt poetry and distant places belong to the latter.

Of course Xing Wenbo knew that this was Wen He's point.He did it on purpose.Last weekend, what he remembered most was not the battle of Duantianya, but the moment when Wen He summoned the elf to beat him up when he disagreed.

Inexplicably...cute.The kind of cute who is coquettish.

Xing Wenbo was really curious, if it was in reality, face to face, what would Wen He do when he was provoked?

If Xiao Liang was to be replaced, he probably kicked him right away.

Wen He was startled, and he was stuck.

what to do?He won't know this question either!

Xing Wenbo thought that even if he smashed a piece of eraser at him, he would groan in cooperation, but Wen He seemed to be down, and froze there, not moving for a long time.

After a while, he said in a muffled voice: "...I am not Wenqing."

Xing Wenbo was taken aback, Wen He's combat strength fluctuated, and he was so pitiful all of a sudden, his sense of guilt was instantly full, and he couldn't help but continue to attack.

What the hell, Wen He cheated outside the arena, so he couldn't play.

Xing Wenbo stopped teasing Wen He, and the two went about their own business.When Xing Wenbo had almost finished swiping a paper, the screen of the phone suddenly turned on.

Xiao Liang: What about people?

Xiao Liang: Get out and get your meal

Xing Wenbo: The study room on the fifth floor, thank you

Xiao Liang: Bo, you've grown bloated recently

Xiao Liang: Did brother love you too much?

Xing Wenbo: Can you speak well?

Xiao Liang: I’m in Hong Kong with you, there are still a group of hungry wolves in your class, they are already drooling over your fried rice

Xiao Liang: If you don’t come again, I won’t be responsible

"Damn." Xing Wenbo got up quickly, Wen He was startled by him, and looked at him blankly, Xing Wenbo quickly retracted the more intense words behind, and rushed out in three steps and two steps.

The paper he was writing was picked up by the master's gust of wind and swished to the ground.Wen He glanced down, bent down and picked it up for him.

When Xing Wenbo came back with the meal, Wen He was getting up with the documents and going out.Seeing Xing Wenbo come back, Wen He stopped, hesitant to speak.

"What?" Xing Wenbo asked after returning to the table and putting down the lunch box.

Wen He pointed to his English mock paper, "Your paper has a few mistakes."

"Huh?" Xing Wenbo grabbed the test paper, "Where?"

Wen He stretched out his index finger, and quickly clicked on several places, "This, this, and this." As he spoke, he turned the page and stroked lightly on the half-written composition, "Grammar is wrong. .”

Xing Wenbo followed Wen He's fingertips to look at them one by one, without Wen He's further explanation, he understood as soon as he said it.

He also memorized the phrase collocation used in the composition, but it was just a momentary omission.

But what catches people's attention more is Wen He's hand. The fingers are very long, the joints are distinct, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the back of the thin hand is white and shiny, with blue blood vessels criss-crossing under the skin Staggered, looming.

The first joint of the middle finger of the right hand still has a callus from long-term writing, which seems out of place with such hands, but it is logical.

After Wen He finished these few sentences, there was no more to say, and he planned to retire with his own information in hand.

"Hello." Xing Wenbo stopped him.

Wen He turned his head.

"Look at you just now, tears are coming from the corner of your mouth." Xing Wenbo mentioned the box of fragrant fried rice, "Have you half?"

The literati are noble, how can they be eaten by the lament?Wen He was about to sternly refuse, but his stomach answered before him.

"Goo-"

Wen He: "..."

It's embarrassing.

No way, it's too tempting.Not only is the evil beef fried rice tempting, but the few 10 minutes that can be saved to go back to the dining hall are even more tempting.

The lofty Wen He was finally defeated by the Law of True Fragrance.