Pretend to be nice

The school time is always fast, and the end of the term is coming in a blink of an eye. Li Qinghe took his mobile phone and carefully identified the number at the door of the lecture hall before walking in.

She will come early, there are still a few golden seats left in the back row, but she has no choice but to go to the front without squinting.

There are only three people sitting in the first row, Mu Ziheng, Changchun, Wu Xiao, one of the reasons why Changchun's status as the top student cannot be shaken, even the most boring Ma Zhe will sit in the middle of the first row shake.

The good-for-nothing Mu Ziheng and the three wanted to drag her into the back row countless times, but they were shocked by her eagerness to study under her black-rimmed glasses and chose to join the first row. It's not that Mu Ziheng, who is not a college student, fails every semester.

Li Qinghe sat down naturally. This class is He Bi's special class. At the end of each semester, freshmen, first, second, and junior students will be called to the lecture theater to release the end-of-term videos of each group in public. Everyone will score together and count. Do the marks for the final exam.

After waiting for a while, small piles of students arrived in the classroom scatteredly. There were only a few students in the major of A University. The lecture theater looked a little empty.

Most people like to sign up for groups. Freshmen, first, second, and third years seem to be in a group without any rules, but in fact they all gather together secretly. Freshmen shrank in the back row, and sophomores came first because of Changchun. The reason for sitting in the front row was that the people in the back sat in the front again. The junior didn't have the slightest desire to show, and sat down in the corner at the far side, looking like a salted fish.

He Bi stood on the podium and circled around, frowning and asked them to sit forward, so everyone was forced to squeeze into the front row in the middle, but there were still only four people in the first row, Li Qinghe.

The university advocates freedom, not to mention the privately arranged small classes that do not count as credits. Knowing the problems of this group of students, He Bi frowned and was reluctantly satisfied. He stroked his beard and walked to the side to open the multimedia.

Because it was not a regular class and the winter vacation was approaching, the students were not bound by the usual class, chatting scatteredly, and the sophomores and juniors even brought milk tea, drinking it loudly.

The people in the row behind patted Li Qinghe on the shoulder, and Li Qinghe responded to their enthusiasm with his lazily sideways arms resting on the back of the chair.

It's not that they haven't seen each other for almost a month, which makes them so excited, but that Li Qinghe has the eternal number one title in He Bi's class. The college students have the core values ​​of socialism in their hearts, and they resolutely practice praying to God and worshiping Buddha. It's feudal. Superstition, to be precise, means that science cannot explain everything, and everything is possible.

At the end of each semester, we must work hard and seek the Buddha at the same time. The strict behavior of worshiping the Buddha is performed on Li Qinghe, the eternal number one.

Li Qinghe watched in silence as they clasped their hands reverently, chanting words, and there was a brother behind him holding three pens.

Li Qinghe: "......".

Chang Chun suddenly reached out and touched Li Qinghe's head.

Li Qinghe slapped away mercilessly, his eyes filled with domineering black/Brother Dao's viciousness of "Don't give me a reasonable explanation, your body will appear in the Yellow River."

Chang Chun sneered: "I heard that touching the Buddha's head will increase your luck."

Li Qinghe: "..."

So Mu Ziheng and Wu Xiao put their hands together quietly.

"... I don't know whether luck is added or not, but when I score later, I will resolutely write zero."

"Qinghe!" This was Wu Xiao's dormitory head's old mother who was in disbelief and condemned.

"Son, you can't treat Dad like this!" This is Mu Ziheng's heartache for Aiko's going astray.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," this is the only one who made sincere and painful confession.

The outstretched hands in the back row retracted silently. The zero score is not a threat of nothingness. Yes, the sophomore seniors also want to save face.

"Drink milk tea, drink milk tea", the boy at the back in the fourth row passed forward four cups of milk tea.

The milk tea was handed out row by row, and Mu Ziheng quickly took it and said thank you.

The girls' dormitory was a bit far from the street with the milk tea shop. Mu Ziheng and the others thought the distance was too far, so they asked the boys they had a good relationship to help bring four cups.

How many people will share the milk tea, He Yu asked each grade to send a representative to come up to draw lots, and the order of each grade to play the video will be determined according to the order of the draw.

The order of the lottery is junior, junior, senior, and sophomore. He Yun frowned. The best order is one to three or three to one, junior and freshman. The contrast is too obvious. It broke the heart of a freshman.

But as it turned out, He Bi raised his eyes to where the first-year student was, stroked his beard, and left it at that.

The U disk belonging to the third year was opened, and He Bi did not set any rules for team formation. There is no problem with a group of one person or a group of ten people, but generally speaking, everyone will form a group of two or three people, up to four people It is more efficient to complete the work in a limited time.

The number of juniors is currently the largest, divided into four groups.

He Bi, who was trying to create an atmosphere, smiled and let the students below like the group name if they want to watch it first, and the group whose voice is the loudest will play the video of that group first.

Everyone understands the principle that it is easy to score high in the back, and there is no room for shouting at other people's videos.

However, how could the video quality of a group of juniors be so low, and the voice of exclamation came from time to time.

After each video was played and the students finished scoring, He Yu explained the video to everyone, and one of the group's videos was also praised by him.

Mu Ziheng rubbed his hands and asked in a low voice, "Have they entered the finals yet?"

Li Qinghe, who was immersed in the video, said casually: "Almost."

Mu Ziheng smiled slyly, and asked again: "What about me?"

Chang Chun and the two also quietly pricked up their ears, and the expressions of the three of them were unanimously flattering.

Li Qinghe came back to his senses, and joked in a low voice: "Want to go through the back door?"

"No, no, how is it possible? Let's forget about the back door. We just want to know if we can get in through this door?"

Chang Chun and the two didn't hide anymore, and looked at her with burning eyes.

It turned out that they only came out two days ago, and originally planned to tell them, but they didn't find a suitable opportunity. Now they took the initiative to ask, and Li Qinghe said directly without procrastination: "Go in."

The three of them maintained their rationality but couldn't bear their excitement. They cheered with suppressed voices, and clapped their hands silently.

Li Qinghe drank milk tea and continued to watch the video, feeling very nourished.

Now it's the turn of the freshman's video. There is a video of the outstanding third party in the front. A group of freshman's expressions are a little apprehensive, and they don't dare to speak. They are the quietest in a classroom.

Li Qinghe drank milk tea calmly.

He Bian made a joke to ease the atmosphere before letting the students start shouting.

The tradition of University A is that one class leads one class, and now the third year will bring Li Qinghe and the others, so the relationship is quite good, but the freshman is a little strange, I only know Li Qinghe, so I smile and call her name.

Needless to say, the sophomores laughed and called Eternal Number One.

Freshman yelled the loudest, yelling Li Qinghe tacitly as if organized, one after another, very neat.

The juniors, juniors and sophomores felt that the atmosphere was not right. Their voices gradually disappeared from small to small. They looked at each other one after another and then turned to the freshman. The atmosphere became tense.

He Bian raised his hand and pressed it, the voice continued, as if he would not stop until he opened Li Qinghe's folder.

Mu Ziheng's eyes were full of anger, but when she was about to stand up, she was held down by Li Qinghe's hand on her shoulder. She turned her head and wanted to call Li Qinghe anxiously.

Li Qinghe shook his head, she was originally born sharp, with overly indifferent eyebrows and clear jawline, completely different from the gentleness and softness of ordinary girls, and she also has light amber eyes that are very frightening at first glance, Since she was a child, she has the ability to avoid children, but now she pursed her lips, her eyes were full of anger, and her cold and hard aura became more obvious.

Mu Ziheng hadn't seen him like this for a long time. Although he and Li Qinghe grew up together, he always felt that he didn't understand Li Qinghe. He was born in a wealthy family, but his parents loved him, but he looked depressed and precocious.

When he was in high school, he suddenly rebelled. Everyone in the school knew Li Qinghe, who refused to obey the discipline and was unruly in the first year of high school.

He even disappeared directly later, and disappeared after a while, saying that he was in the prairie, and came back after skipping class for almost half a year, like a stupid child who is against the whole world.

But since returning to Tibet and living in Lin Gu’an’s house, I don’t know whether the Buddha washed away her worries or was gradually softened by Teacher Lin’s pampering. The gloomy eyebrows and eyes of the once rebellious child often have a smile , the whole person softened completely, and in front of Lin Gu'an, he would show a gentleness that he had never had before.

Mu Ziheng looked at her, and felt that he saw Li Qinghe in high school, opened his mouth, and leaned back on the chair in a hurry.

Bang!

The atmosphere froze, and the classroom was silent.