The self-proclaimed Lin Yi is now tortured by the final exam. After entering January, the teachers and students of Linzhong automatically switched to exam preparation mode.
Needless to mention the homework and exercise books, "Five Three", "Key and Difficult Points", and "The King and the Queen" are all played in turn, and the papers are handed out as if they are free of charge.
Even if it really costs nothing, wasting paper like this is not environmentally friendly, teacher!
The consumption was so great that the black pen in Lin's pen bag ran out of ink, and he had to go to the small bookstore after the third period to restock.
The store is only half the size of a classroom, with no obstructions and a completely unobstructed view.
So as soon as Lin entered the door, he saw an acquaintance.
It was Feng Wenqian. She was standing in front of the printer in the small bookstore and fiddling with it.
After she helped with the essay at the beginning of the semester, Lin Yi and her changed from strangers who didn't say hello when they met to ordinary classmates who would say hello when they met.
The two people met their eyes, nodded and said nothing.
Boys are very purposeful when shopping and usually don't wander around. Lin kept running towards the area in the back where various colored pens are displayed.
When he returned to the counter, he found Feng Wenqian still standing in front of the printer, helpless. He looked over and spread his hands helplessly.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yi walked over and asked.
"It seems that the paper is jammed. Let's wait until Auntie comes back to check." She was a little embarrassed.
Lin Yi glanced back and saw that there were several people lined up at the counter. I was afraid it wasn't that fast, so he went up and opened the cover: "Let me take a look."
Feng Wenqian was startled: "Be careful, don't break it."
When he was in high school, Lin Yi thought that copiers were some kind of high-end precision equipment, mainly because they looked big.
However, after work, solving small problems such as paper jams by yourself is simply a necessity for workers to survive, not to mention that this machine is not that delicate.
The display screen actually showed the location of the paper jam, and Feng Wenqian could understand it, but she didn't dare to take action.
Lin Yi didn't have so many scruples, he just followed the prompts to find the corresponding position, pulled out the paper, and then closed the cover again.
I also took a photo like I did with an old TV set with a snowflake screen.
"Woooo..."
Sure enough, the copier resumed work quickly and spit out a few sheets of materials that Feng Wenqian originally copied. She looked at Lin Yi approvingly:
"I didn't expect you to have such a skill."
Lin Yi did not reach out to take it without her permission, but he asked casually:
"What did you copy?"
She raised a few freshly baked A4 papers in her hand and said: "For the essay for this exam, Teacher Shao asked me to make a copy and post it in the back of the classroom as a model essay."
Well, this is an artistic young woman, so writing a sample essay is of course commonplace.
The two went to the counter to check out together, with Feng Wenqian in front. Soon it was her turn. The aunt in the small bookstore opened the printing paper and silently counted the number of sheets:
"Eight cents."
Feng Wenqian took out a red hundred-dollar bill from her pocket, and her aunt was a little confused:
"Don't have any change?"
"No." She shook her head.
The aunt looked back, she didn't want to ask for the money, it was troublesome.
This boy and this girl just made a copy machine together, so they seem to know each other.
"I have it, I'll pay for it."
Lin Yi took a half-step forward in time and put the two pens he was holding on the table, "Let's count these two together."
Feng Wenqian didn't refuse. She picked up the copy of the sample essay and took a step back, waiting for Lin Yi to finish settling the bill before walking out together.
"I'll give it back to you next time I have change." She offered.
"No, do you still have to pay back the 80 cents?" Lin Yi thought it was a bit funny.
He and Feng Wenqian met twice in the bookstore. The first time he borrowed two hundred without any money, and the second time Feng Wenqian had no change and he paid eight cents on her behalf.
Calculated this way, they have always had a "pure financial relationship".
Lin Yi didn't say this joke out loud. The so-called sense of propriety is the way to choose a conversation based on the person he's talking to. He's not familiar enough with her yet.
Feng Wenqian didn't force it, but after returning to the classroom, she took a magazine-like pamphlet to Lin Yi.
"Peach and Plum" is a school magazine published by Linzhong Literary Society.
He turned to the first page and saw the words "Deputy Editor: Feng Wenqian".
By the way, she is also the vice president of the literary club.
"This book is given to you." Feng Wenqian smiled and clapped her hands, indicating that we did not owe each other.
"Thanks, I still earned it."
Because there are printing costs, the school magazine is also sold for a fee in the school. Lin Yi doesn't remember the specific price, but it is definitely more than 80 cents.
"There is a poem written by me in this issue. You can read it."
She lowered her head slightly, then turned and left.
Lin read the catalog from beginning to end, but could not find any works signed by the author Feng Wenqian, because they all used pseudonyms.
What bad habit?
Lin Yi stuffed it into the drawer casually.
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"Welcome to the Voice of Linzhong..."
At noon, the radio station was carrying out its own song request business again. Gu Caiwei, Lin Yi, and Lao Xiong were walking from the classroom to the cafeteria.
Gu Caiwei and Zhang Jiaqi made an appointment to meet at the entrance of the cafeteria, but she had to go with them today.
She stretched out a white finger and said in an interrogating tone: "What did Feng Wenqian give you this morning?"
Lin Yi was speechless, why did it sound so much like Cha Gang: "I borrowed 80 cents from her in a small bookstore, and she said she could use the book "Peach and Plum" to pay off the debt."
There was nothing wrong in my mind, so I naturally answered happily.
Gu Caiwei curled her lips. She was actually not that worried. She just found an excuse:
"Let's just believe you."
The old bear next to him was covering his mouth and laughing, not knowing what thoughts were running in his mind.
Lin Yi quickly counterattacked and decided to provoke him: "Where is your classmate Jiang Zixuan? Why didn't you call us together?"
As expected, he became a little unnatural: "The monitor said it's the end of the semester, so you should review carefully and don't waste too much time eating."
"Hmph, is it a waste of time to eat, or a waste of time to eat with you?"
Lin Yi hurts people with his words without mercy and has high morale.
It's a pity that Lao Xiong was afraid that Gu Caiwei would catch the clue, so he simply put up his no-fight card and put his hand on his chest to express that he was hurt.
Still wanting to see my jokes, Lin Yi sneered.
At this time, the radio had already begun to broadcast the news of the day: "...Gates started a four-day official visit last night..."
The temperature is very low today, with light snow falling.
When Lin heard the sound, he raised his head and looked to the west at the distant sky. He knew that a majestic dragon was rising into the sky in that direction.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Caiwei asked suspiciously.
"Look, the handkerchief!"
Lin Yi made a funny sound and pointed to the sky pretending to be panicked.
This is a little trick they used to tease each other when they were in their first year of high school. In addition to this version, there are also other derivatives:
"Look, flying saucer!"
"Look, UFO!"
Okay, that's very childish.
Gu Caiwei and Lao Xiong looked in the direction of his finger. Of course, there was nothing there, and they didn't understand what he was up to.
Gu Caiwei looked down the sky and found that it was in the direction of the canteen. It could only be summed up as:
"Maybe you're crazy from hunger..."
Lin Yi's mood instantly became cheerful.
In 2011, a new era is coming to us in great strides!