Lin Qin knew that if He Bailu was sleeping, he could kiss her.
It shouldn't be a big problem.
Even if it is discovered.
It should be out in fifteen days at most.
Looking at that moving face, Lin Qin finally gave up the idea.
After all, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
When the time comes, I will be fair and aboveboard, dear.
So he tried to shout: "Sister Lu?"
At this time, He Bailu was not completely asleep.
She was indeed a little sleepy.
But her consciousness is still there.
It wasn't until Lin Qin called him that He Bailu slowly woke up.
She looked at the TV and then asked, "Is the movie over?"
"Yes." Lin Qin nodded: "I think you want to sleep, how about you go to bed early."
"good."
He Bailu stood up and straightened her back slightly.
She then looked at Lin Qin and said, "Then I'm going to bed. Do you still want to watch TV?"
"I won't watch anymore."
"Okay, let's go to bed early. Good night."
"Good night."
After the two said good night to each other, Lin Qin also returned to his room.
I took my clothes and walked into the bathroom to wash up.
He Bailu on the other side was doing the same thing.
After this night of mutual company, she had gained a lot of impression points on this young younger brother and tenant.
【Maybe he can become a good friend.】
This was He Bailu's thought before going to bed.
As for Lin Qin, of course he is more than just friends.
If you are friends, you can't do anything else.
[If you continue to contact her slowly and get into her heart, you will still have plenty of time anyway.]
At this time, Lin Qin's psychological activities were...
Early the next morning, Lin Qin woke up early.
When he opened the door, he found that He Bailu had not come out.
She probably went to bed too late last night, so she was probably still sleeping.
After Lin Qin washed up, he went downstairs and bought some breakfast.
Before leaving, he sent a message to He Bailu.
Lin Qin: [Sister Lu, I just went to have breakfast and bought it for you. Breakfast is on the table. I bought some corn dumplings. I don’t know if you like them, haha.]
As for He Bailu, he couldn't act like he went out of his way to sell breakfast for her.
It must be done by the way.
Everything is done casually.
Only in this way can He Bailu feel no pressure in his heart.
Only in this way can we truly enter her heart.
Not long after, Lin Qin returned to the dormitory.
The three roommates in the dormitory are still sleeping.
Lin Qin turned on the computer and took a look at yesterday's stock market.
Although many stocks are in the green state, the Moutai I bought has risen a bit.
The unit price has increased from 75 yuan to 84 yuan.
The market conditions these days have also allowed Lin Qin to make a small amount of money.
But this is not enough, because Lin Qin must raise 40,000 yuan within a month.
Although the bidding fee for that store is only 20,000 yuan, but the rent is one deposit and two deposits, it is nearly 30,000 yuan here.
The remaining 10,000 was used to decorate and purchase milk tea equipment.
Now, plus the money in stocks, and if I sell all the snacks I bought this month, I should have about 20,000 yuan on hand.
It is still 10,000 short of the minimum target of 30,000.
"I have to think of a way to make some money."
Lin Qin started to think.
Just when he was thinking of ideas, Xiao Qiuting sent a message.
Xiao Qiuting: [Why hasn’t the three-line love letter contest been announced yet?]
After Lin Qin saw it, he smiled knowingly.
He also quickly replied: [Don’t worry, there must be a lot of people participating.]
It can be said that his current focus is only on three things.
Xiao Qiuting, He Bailu and Go Qian.
As for studies, as long as you don't fail the class, that's fine.
He doesn't expect to get a national scholarship or a postgraduate guarantee.
After a while, Xiao Qiuting sent another message: [Are you free today and Sunday?]
Lin Qin: [What’s wrong? I’m free.]
Xiao Qiuting: [I want to have a dormitory party, haha. My roommates want to go out and play in Huguang Garden next door. Do you want to invite your roommates to join us? 】
Lin Qin: [Let me ask.]
Then he looked up at the other three roommates.
Listen to them snore louder than the other.
Lin Qin asked: "Haidong, Shanpeng, Pingzai, are you going to Huguang Garden?"
Huo Haidong was still asleep, not waking up at all, still snoring.
Liu Shanpeng turned around and said, "Who is going to Huguang Garden so early in the morning? I won't go."
"There is a girl, do you want to go?"
"Bang bang bang!"
As soon as Lin Qin finished speaking, Huo Haidong and Liu Shanpeng immediately got up from the bed.
Chen Ping was also awakened by the battle.
I saw Huo Haidong excitedly holding his hands on the bed and asking happily: "There are girls?! How many people are there?"
"They are Qiuting's roommates. The four of them want to go to Huguang Garden to play. Do you want to go together?" Lin Qin explained.
Huo Haidong immediately nodded, exposed his tongue, and smiled brightly.
Liu Shanpeng was a little embarrassed: "Oh, I already have a girlfriend, isn't this not good?"
"I asked you to go to the park, but I didn't ask you to pick up girls. We are here to absorb the fresh air!" Huo Haidong said righteously.
After saying that, he looked at Chen Ping: "Pingzi, you have to go to me! You kid, you are so rude when you see a girl, you are scared to death, what is there to be afraid of!"
Chen Ping said: "Okay."
When Liu Shanpeng saw that everyone was going, he waved his hand: "Okay, then I'll go too. Oh, it's true. I said I wanted to sleep. You are the most active when you hear about girls."
Ten minutes later, Liu Shanpeng stood at the door of the dormitory and urged: "Can you hurry up! Girls are waiting impatiently!"
"Who the hell just said that we are the most positive?! What a bastard!"
Finally, the four people in the dormitory went out amidst laughter and laughter.
On the other side, all members of the Literary and Literary Affairs Department of the Student Union were holding a meeting in the classroom.
I saw the director of the Literary and Literary Affairs Department standing on the podium and saying to everyone: "Today we will select the best three works from these more than three hundred letters as the top three in our three-line love letter competition.
."
"You rate these more than 300 pieces of work one by one, and then average the scores and arrange them from high scores to low scores. If we encounter those with a big difference in scores, we will take them out to appreciate them separately. We are like changing the college entrance examination essays.
any questions?"
"no problem."
"Okay, let's start grading the works now!"
For the next hour, all ten members of the Literary and Literary Federation Department looked at the computer seriously.
They were all looking at the entries in the Three Lines Love Letter Contest.
The number of works this time is very large, more than 300 letters.
However, the quality of many three-line love letters varies.
These include some basics of "I love you, you love me."
The students from the Literary and Art Department also scored quickly, and they made more than half of their progress in no time.
Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly according to the development of things.
A classmate who calculated average scores discovered the clue.
That is work No. 174, and there is a large score difference.
He immediately looked at the minister and said: "Minister, we have a work here with a relatively large difference."
The director of the Literary and Literary Affairs Department was a little surprised after hearing this.
Because they had already held a three-line love letter contest last year, they should be very confident about the appreciation of the works this time. Why would there be works with such a big difference?
So he walked over and asked, "Which one?"
"This is it."
The member pointed at the computer and said: "In our group, one person scored ten points, one scored three points, one scored nine points, and one scored five points."
After others heard this, they also looked at the computer.
They were also curious about which work it was.
The minister was looking at the computer seriously at this time.
She is a girl who likes to read some literary works on weekdays.
The original intention of creating this event is to create a literary atmosphere for everyone.
When she saw the work on the computer, she couldn't help but read:
"The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me.
I fell on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky.
And you were thinking of me."
After the minister finished reading, other students also had an impression.
"I think I scored three points on this one."
"I gave it a five."
"I think it's just average, not too amazing."
But one of the classmates argued hard: "No, no, no, if you read it carefully, it will have great meaning."
"What does this mean?"
"How could the crab be peeling off my shell?"
"I feel like I'm writing a bit nonsense."
The minister said nothing at this time, and she thought carefully.
Not long after, she started laughing: "This work is probably going to be number one."
"Ah? Are these three poems really that powerful, Minister?"
"I didn't feel it."
"Me too."
The minister then analyzed them one by one: "You may not understand it at first glance. When you read it a second time, it is probably still blurry. In fact, I am the same, but when you read it a few more times, you will suddenly understand.
, I feel it’s incredible.”
As she said that, she asked her classmates to project the computer screen on the podium, and everyone was watching it.
"This poem actually has three levels of meaning. The first level is that the crabs are really peeling my shell, the notebook is really writing about me, and I am really falling on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky, and you are really thinking too.
I."
The minister held a laser pointer and drew on the screen: "Everyone should know what this means, right?"
"Yes."
"We know this."
The members all nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's read the second layer of meaning." The minister continued: "The second layer, reverse all these, I am peeling the crab shell, I am writing a notebook, the maple leaf snowflakes all over the sky are falling on me, and
I miss you."
"Fuck!"
"Can this still happen?"
"in turn?"
"awesome!"
At this time, the students in the classroom were also surprised.
Seeing that they were all so surprised, the minister continued: "As for the third level, from a practical point of view, these are impossible. The crab cannot peel my shell, the notebook cannot write about me, and I cannot
Even if the snowflakes fall on the maple leaves, you can’t be thinking of me.”
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
At this moment, everyone in the classroom was saying shit.
Use the vulgar language to express the most sincere feelings.
On the other side, Lin Qin naturally didn't know that his poem had been publicly analyzed.
He was happily watching Xiao Qiuting and the others walking in his direction.
Unexpectedly, this time it was not Xiao Qiuting who was excited, but Su Yu, her roommate next to her, who kept shouting after seeing her: "Great poet! I have met a great poet!"
As soon as these words came out, Huo Haidong and the others became puzzled.
Their eyes seemed to say: Good guy, you hooked up with a little sister again?! Otherwise, why would she call you a wet person?
