An epic confrontation between white lotus and green tea

Zhen Qingning lay on her stomach and closed her eyes in despair.

What kind of luck is this.

No, it should be, what kind of brain is this.

I even dare to comment with my real name when I read posts in class.

What should we do now?Zhen Qingning frantically turned her head, and stiffly raised her hand that was placed in the table hole.

Just as she was about to look up, she saw a sapphire blue mobile phone on the other side of the table hole.

The traveler in the desert sees the lake.

The captain who couldn't find his way in the sea saw the lighthouse.

After struggling half my life to climb to the half-hill slope, I found the cableway exhausted.

Zhen Qingning thought about the bad things Qiu Nianming said about herself behind her back, and gritted her teeth—stop being a human being!

She put her mobile phone in the table hole, picked up the royal blue mobile phone, and handed it to the head teacher.

Qiu Nianming suffocated for a while.

The homeroom teacher looked at Zhen Qingning suspiciously: "This isn't your phone, is it?"

Zhen Qingning held the mobile phone with one hand, and pushed her mobile phone in the table hole with the other hand.He didn't speak, just looked at the head teacher pitifully with his eyes.

The homeroom teacher watched Zhen Qingning nervously swipe her index finger back and forth behind the phone, and finally stopped at the place where the fingerprint was unlocked.

The phone is on.

Zhen Qingning looked at the phone in surprise, as if she didn't know how it could be unlocked.

The homeroom teacher finally confirmed that the phone belonged to Zhen Qingning, he sneered, the light reflected from his glasses, and so did his bald scalp.He pulled the phone away: "Playing with the phone in the self-study class, a thousand-word review."

Qiu Nianming watched the class teacher put the phone into his pocket, and felt as if he was going to lose his breath.

But, that... That's my cell phone!

Qiu Nianming sat down on the seat, put the cup on the table, and looked at Zhen Qingning without saying a word.

Xu Yunge put Zhen Qingning's cup back on her table, stroked her hair, and said sympathetically, "My condolences."

Qiu Nianming was expressionless.

At night, Qiu Nianming lay under the covers and played with Zhen Qingning's mobile phone.

She looked at the locked screen and put her finger on the fingerprint lock.

The screen is locked.

Looking at this completely different interface from his own, Qiu Nianming didn't know where to start.

Back when she and Zhen Qingning were plastic sisters, each other's mobile phones could be unlocked with each other's fingerprints.

At that time, the two of them put their phones together, and they all used the same screensaver and wallpaper phone case, and they often couldn't tell which one belonged to them.

Qiu Nianming sighed quietly.

Unexpectedly, after a year, his fingerprints have not been deleted.

The head of the dormitory was filling out the form at the dormitory downstairs, and when he came back, he saw Qiu Nianming lying on the bed playing with the mobile phone with the exaggerated Pikachu mobile phone case.

The owner of the mobile phone was squatting beside Qiu Nianming's bed, washing clothes.

The head of the dormitory paused on her way back to the dormitory, and she called Zhen Qingning a little confused: "Baby, are you alright?"

Zhen Qingning reached out and rubbed the tip of her nose, leaving a small piece of soapy foam on her nose. She raised her head: "What's wrong? Why don't you come in?"

The head of the dormitory tentatively stepped in and asked Zhen Qingning, "How did you do your laundry today? Is it your clothes?"

Zhen Qingning glanced blankly at the head of the dormitory, holding the soap scum on the tip of her nose.

Qiu Nianming looked into her eyes, clenched the phone in his hand, and looked straight at Zhen Qingning.

The light from the ceiling shone down, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes.The bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a little soap foam on the tip of the nose. The foam has disappeared and remains on the nose like white spots.The mouth is red and moist, and it is slightly pursed, and the jaw line is smooth and smooth.

Qiu Nianming scratched the rough frosted phone case under her hands with her fingernails, and felt that her mouth was a little dry, so she bit her lower lip and swallowed dryly.

Zhen Qingning took a while to understand what the dormitory director said just now, she nodded: "Yes."

The head of the dormitory looked at Zhen Qingning and then at Qiu Nianming, a little terrified: "What's going on?"

Zhen Qingning pitifully threw the sleeves of her clothes into the basin, wanting to speak.

Qiu Nianming took the first step, and said gently with a smile: "Zhen Qingning was found by the teacher playing with her mobile phone in class, and she actually handed over my mobile phone to take the blame...Maybe she thought I didn't use a mobile phone at ordinary times. But I still have a conscience. I heard that I If you want to use it, lend me your phone."

This kind of statement that is usually true and usually false is the most vicious. Zhen Qingning simply didn't explain that she offered to play with Qiu Nianming's mobile phone, but instead said: "It's just... I think it's a trivial matter, beautiful woman Qiu is so magnanimous , I thought you wouldn't be angry at first... If you are angry, just tell me, and I will try my best to make it up. You won't argue with me, will you?"

Qiu Nianming smiled subtly: "It's okay, I'm not angry, and... you, it's really unnecessary."

Zhen Qingning has known her for two years, and she thinks she still has a tacit understanding with her.

——Do you think that if you take the initiative to silence your voice, I don't know that you are calling me heartless?

She smiled and gave Qiu Nianming a sharp look.

Qiu Nianming turned his back to her, and began to fiddle with the mobile phone in his hand.After fiddling with it for a while, I didn't know what to do. On the contrary, QQ and WeChat kept sending messages. Qiu Nianming ignored these messages and thought for a long time to learn the software to recite words.

After reading a few, the attack of the news became more violent.

Qiu Nianming was so annoyed that he clicked on one to take a look.

This one glance was enough for Qiu Nianming to feel suffocated - do these people know what their notes on Zhen Qingning's place are?

The golden retriever of the 1.8-meter school basketball team, the big-eyed little milk dog in the liberal arts class, the tall chemistry class representative of the seventh class, the super super white little fairy boy, the science boss with no Chinese but a hundred... And there is... Qiu Nianming from the seventh class The fetus, Qiu Nianming's male girlfriend in class nine, the one who ate with Qiu Nianming during the Chinese New Year, the one who likes Qiu Nianming, and the fish fry who was rejected by Qiu Nianming.

Good guy.

They are all tools.

Qiu Nianming felt that she should feel pity, but she flipped the phone a few times, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

Until she found herself among Zhen Qingning's friends - Bai Lianhua, a top-notch actress, an old expert in fish fry breeding.

The smile on Qiu Nianming's mouth suddenly disappeared.

Forget it, I am also an old tool man, a tool man who specializes in cultivating fish fry for her to expand the sea area.

Qiu Nianming was disheartened, and exited all the interfaces he opened, deleted all the traces of his playing, and handed the phone to Zhen Qingning, and said coldly: "Take it away, and I will hand in the review tomorrow, and put Redeem my phone."

Zhen Qingning looked at the phone in a daze, not knowing why she was suddenly angry.

The next day, Zhen Qingning began to write the review early in the morning. She was angry at herself for her misfortune and mourned her indisputability. She deeply reviewed her bad behavior of not studying in self-study class but playing with her mobile phone.

Originally, she was in a state of being beaten up all day today, but after the results of the last monthly exam came back, she began to be in a trance and lost her mind.

Ding Jiangting also came over to check the grades. Seeing that she was absent-minded, he asked with concern: "What's the matter? Your grades are good this time, top ten in the class."

"I..." Zhen Qingning couldn't believe it: "My math is only [-] this time?"

"One hundred and two?" Ding Jiangting comforted her: "I am only one hundred and two."

"Are you one hundred and twelve?" Zhen Qingning asked Ding Jiangting worriedly.

"...120 six." Ding Jiangting bowed his head a little embarrassed.

"Rounding up, you are one hundred and thirteen!" Zhen Qingning said loudly, "Don't talk to me, you took the test ten points more than me."

This is not right, and Ding Jiangting didn't know why he suddenly scored ten points more than her in the test. He tried hard to recall where the mistake started.

"No," Zhen Qingning shook her head, "120 four."

Ding Jiangting turned his head to look at Zhen Qingning: "Isn't this pretty good?"

"Where is it good?" Zhen Qingning said excitedly: "I will take one hundred and two rounds, and you will take one hundred and three. You are ten points more than me! That's ten points!"

You deserve it for your poor math... Ding Jiangting tried hard not to be distracted by Zhen Qingning, he hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he said: "Although I'm not very good at math, I also know that rounding up, you can't do it like this." ah."

Zhen Qingning didn't speak.

"Think about it this way," Ding Jiangting considered his tone: "120 minus 120 is two. Rounding up, it is zero. The two of us took the same test."

"Although I'm not good at math, I also know that rounding is not the way to go." Zhen Qingning hesitated to speak, but continued.

Ding Jiangting looked at Zhen Qingning: "I don't know how to say it, let me give you a smirk."

Zhen Qingning took her self-criticism and looked decisively at the mimosa that the teacher didn't know was placed at the door of the office. She reached out and fiddled with the leaves of the mimosa, and decided to give it a go.

Maybe if I lay on the ground holding the head teacher's leg and cry for a while, and then roll over, the head teacher will show kindness and give me the phone?

And in two days it will be three days off from work, the teacher can always accommodate... right?

Zhen Qingning was thinking about something in her heart, and her hands gradually became lighter and heavier.

The head of the grade group walked up and down the corridor holding a water cup to wash the cup and wash his hands. He looked at Zhen Qingning several times, but Zhen Qingning was just in a daze.

The director shook the water off his hands and coughed: "It's fine to touch, but you don't want to..."

When he made a sound suddenly, Zhen Qingning was startled, and his subordinates stretched out to protect themselves.

The cylinder in his hand swept over all the leaves of Mimosa. Mimosa didn't know if it was because she poked too much, and the response was slow. It took a while to shrink all the leaves shyly and timidly.

The director's sentence "Don't try too hard." It all rotted in his mouth.

Zhen Qingning looked at the pot of mimosa in embarrassment, and forced a dry smile to the director's expressionless face: "Haha, it's not that shy, haha..."

Director: "...you won't be ashamed once you get familiar with it."

no no no!Listen to my explanation! With tears in her eyes, Zhen Qingning opened her mouth to explain, but after thinking about it, she realized that she had nothing to explain—it was her own fault!

Fortunately, the director didn't say much. Zhen Qingning stammered and explained that she was looking for a teacher, and quickly slipped into the head teacher's office.

Came here twice a month...it was horrible.

Zhen Qingning carefully looked at the head teacher, seeing that he was still staring at the computer screen to make the form, so she put her review on the desk as quietly as possible, and whispered flatteringly: "Teacher..."

The head teacher took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and looked away from the computer screen.He picked up Zhen Qingning's review, glanced at it, and nodded: "Well, it's pretty good."

Zhen Qingning peeled off her face and made an inch of it: "Then, teacher, my mobile phone...can you return it to me?"

The head teacher didn't look at her, but put down the review and went back to the computer, asking indifferently, "What was your math score last time?"

"One hundred and fourteen."

"What about this time?"

"One hundred and two." Zhen Qingning was so ashamed, her shamelessness came back, she was so ashamed that she wished she could lie down on the spot and really hug the teacher's leg and cry that she didn't do it on purpose.

That's it, you still want a cell phone? "The head teacher finally took a look at Zhen Qingning.

Zhen Qingning didn't dare to take a big breath, for fear that the head teacher would find a reason to attack: "Don't think about it."

But... It's not my thought, it's Qiu Nianming's!

There was Qiu Nianming after the head teacher.

Zhen Qingning was in a dilemma, so she bit the bullet and went back to the classroom.

——On the way, I found that the director had already carried Mimosa back.

Zhen Qingning covered her face with tears, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

In class, Qiu Nianming had to make things difficult for her: "Where's my cell phone?"

Zhen Qingning rummaged through it, and took out her mobile phone from the drawer: "I thought you wouldn't be angry, but you seem to be angry anyway..." Zhen Qingning handed the mobile phone to Qiu Nianming: "Then, it is Yours."

Qiu Nianming looked at her and took the mobile phone from her hand.

The mobile phone was put in Qiu Nianming's hands, and Qiu Nianming took it.

But why is she still holding her hand?

Is she going to hit herself?

Zhen Qingning was terrified, her scalp was numb, she felt that her hair was going to explode, just like the mop in the dormitory that sticks a lot of hair every day.She pretended to be calm and comforted herself that Qiu Nianming would not do such an outrageous thing in public.

She is a gentle and harmless little white flower, even if she thinks about it, she can't do it herself, she should ask someone else to do it - that's even more terrifying!

Zhen Qingning was worried, and carefully tried to take her hand out of Qiu Nianming's.

She's quite strong... Zhen Qingning withdrew her hands little by little while looking at Qiu Nianming's face.

she didn't move...

All that's left is the fingertips.

ah!She turned around!

Zhen Qingning held her breath.

Qiu Nianming wrapped her hand completely: "Why did you take it away?"

Zhen Qingning took a deep breath and wanted to speak out and reprimand Qiu Nianming for being petty and fussy.

However, Qiu Nianming let go of his hands, and said with a little bit of trepidation, "Didn't you say it's mine?"