Being plotted against

Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

Being plotted against

Shen Qing froze in shock and subconsciously glanced at the squad leader's reaction.

As expected, her face immediately darkened, but she could only reluctantly pick up the note and leave.

Shen Qing opened the sketchbook that was almost to the end and drew circles unconsciously. When he came to his senses, the outline of the character's face had been sketched on the page.

The mole at the end of her eye burned her eyes, and she glanced guiltily at Xie Mingchao aside.

He was so immersed in studying that he didn't notice what she drew.

She used the fastest hand speed in her life to expand her face step by step, and drew the male protagonist of her comic series.

Shen Qing secretly cursed herself for being worthless for drawing Xie Mingchao's face unconsciously.

It must be that the words he just said were too ambiguous, which made her think something wrong.

Unexpectedly, the last page of her sketchbook ended with Xie Mingchao's face.

Shen Qing wrote today's date at the end and solemnly closed the sketchbook.

She made quite a movement, and Xie Mingchao looked sideways.

"I finished a book in one semester..."

Shen Qing could already imagine what hurtful words he was going to say in the second half of his sentence, so he added for him: "It's very leisurely, right?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and his mole jumped in response to his movements.

She thought of the painting just now, and her face felt hot for no reason.

"No professional art student has as much time as you to finish a sketchbook in one semester."

Shen Qing corrected: "It's one semester and one month."

Xie Mingchao lowered his eyes and said, "No difference."

She pretended to be angry: "You are an insult to the results of my painting!"

"Feel sorry."

Gong Xiaoxiao is right, as long as a person apologizes quickly enough, scolding will not be able to catch up with him.

Shen Qing frowned and looked at him, "You always think that I say thank you too much, but you also say sorry a lot. You can't have double standards as a person."

Xie Mingchao was silent for a long time, then responded slowly: "I understand."

He was extraordinarily calm and well-behaved today. Shen Qing looked at the sky. It was sunny and there was no sign of the weather changing.

"You are so weird today."

"How can I not be weird?" Xie Mingchao lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "Do you like to be called a pervert or a gangster?"

She shook her head angrily: "Then forget it."

After the monitor counted the votes, he wrote the top three on the blackboard.

[First place: Snow White]

[Second place: Thunderstorm]

[Third place: Romeo and Juliet]

"I didn't realize that people in our class really like fairy tales," Shen Qing sighed, "I'm probably going to lose the election."

"It turns out that my extra vote is useful," Xie Mingchao looked at the numbers after the ranking. There were only three poor votes, "but I am surprised that someone besides you would choose this story."

Shen Qing's eyes were full of admiration: "Yes, you are as discerning as me!"

Tang Duan, who was three tables away from them, looked back. When he saw Shen Qing's satisfied expression on the usually indifferent expression, he felt that everything he had done was worth it.

He just stopped the monitor when she passed by and asked Shen Qing what drama she had written.

The monitor opened her note impatiently: "See for yourself."

"Okay, thank you monitor."

So he also wrote the same play title as Shen Qing.

The squad leader took it with disdain, "I really don't know what everyone sees in her. Even Xie Mingchao is willing to accommodate her."

Tang Duan's excitement was extinguished in an instant, and then he thought in despair that he had no chance since he didn't dare to directly reveal that the love letter was written to Shen Qing last time. What's more, Yun was still beside her. The dreams of thousands of girls cannot be compared to mine.

But I am satisfied if I can do something for her in my own modest way.

Under the witness of everyone, the squad leader put the three slips of paper into the lottery box, shook it, and pulled out one paper.

Shen Qing held her breath and concentrated, nervously clenching her sleeves.

Xie Mingchao sneered: "You have always been lucky, there is no need to worry about this."

"You don't understand. Nervousness is a sense of ritual. I'm just expressing it symbolically."

As she said this, her teeth were actually trembling slightly.

The monitor opened the note with a look of disgust on his face.

"The selected ones are - Romeo and Juliet."

The class was silent for a moment and fell into a burst of discussion.

"Isn't it unlucky to stage such a tragic play on the school anniversary?"

"Then there are still people who choose Thunderstorm. Isn't that also a tragedy?"

"But after all, it is a selected text in the textbook, or a famous national drama. Isn't it reasonable to be selected?"

"Obviously the atmosphere of Snow Princess is more joyful, but HE."

"It's better to respect the result and pray that you can get the role."

Shen Qing's breathing stopped for a moment, and she pushed Xie Mingchao's elbow in disbelief.

"Did you hear that?"

The words he wrote were pushed crookedly, leaving a blur of ink.

Perhaps she was so excited that she even forgot the three chapters of their agreement.

Xie Mingchao was not angry and replied in a gentle voice: "I heard it, it's as expected."

Shen Qing dreamed longingly: "Even if I can't choose to perform, I will die without regrets if I can see the complete performance."

"There is no need to regard such a simple thing as a last wish."

I knew he wouldn't say anything comforting, and he had obviously said before that she would live a long life.

After the performance program of Class 9 is finalized, the next step is to select the characters.

The class leader asked other class cadres for their opinions. One was to draw lots to select roles, and the other was to elect by popular vote.

To be fair, I chose the first method in the end.

The drawing time is set for the first period of evening self-study.

Shen Qing went to the bookstore after school in the afternoon and bought the original book, planning to review it during the lottery in the evening.

When I returned to the classroom, a random dessert was already placed on my seat.

Only then did she remember that Xie Mingchao had promised a dessert every week.

He was not in his position now. Shen Qing planned to wait for him to come back before thanking him, so he opened it and ate it first.

When Xie Mingchao came in with a bag of desserts and saw her eating heartily, he frowned.

"Why didn't I see you when I was waiting in line?"

"Didn't you buy it?" Shen Qing looked down at the half-eaten tiramisu and chewed it twice hesitantly, "Then why..."

"How dare you eat things of unknown origin?" Xie Mingchao immediately took the fork away from her hand, packed the unfinished desserts on the table and threw them into the bag, "Aren't you afraid that someone might put something in there?"

Shen Qing looked at the dessert that was taken away heartbrokenly, with a grimace on her face, "If I hadn't thought you brought it to me, I wouldn't have opened it and eaten it."

He stopped as he was about to throw away the trash, and turned half sideways to look at her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you to the infirmary."

"No one should be so vicious..."

As soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, she felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen, which made her face wrinkle up in pain.

"Oops, I was really plotted."
Chapter completed!