"For the sake of you being my best friend, I can show it to you... If you want, I can also generously make a copy for you as a souvenir." Mengkui said and generously took a copy from her bag.
Get out your sketchbook.
Jing Jiaren had no choice but to take it and take a look.
It was after class and there were many people coming and going.
Jing Jiaren leaned on the handrail beside the stairs and turned over...
The man's face was handsome and broad, with a high nose bridge and a slight curve. He looked like a Nazi officer from an old movie, full of impressive and profound heroic spirit.
His eyes are the most beautiful part, with thick and curly upper eyelashes, distinct lower eyelashes, thick eyebrows and thin lips.
On his neck, a Western-style Chinese concentric lock added a touch of mystery to him.
Opening another page, his right hand casually supported his chin, with clear knuckles, aristocratic elegance, and an unruly and evil aura.
It was just a sketch, but the man's gaze was so sharp that it could penetrate...
Jing Jiaren stared carefully for a few times, as if there was a strong force pulling her.
His hands suddenly loosened, and the sketchbook fell to the ground.
Mengkui picked it up hurriedly and patted the dust on it: "What's wrong with you?"
Jing Jiaren's heart was beating violently. She pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing."
Strange, this is a very strange feeling...
It was as if Ximen Longting's eyes were filled with electricity and struck her heart.
"You won't also fall in love with Ximen Longting at first sight, right?" Meng Kui said with a funny face, "We are good friends, I can share it with you... This way we will have more common interests."
Jing Jiaren shook her head: "No, I suddenly felt a little dizzy."
"Uh... you feel uncomfortable?"
Suddenly, a large handful of flowers crowded into the field of vision of the two women. There was a man standing in front of them, looking embarrassed: "You are Jing Jiaren from the violin class, right?"
"..."
"I think this bouquet of tulips suits you very well...my name is..."
"Mengkui, let's go." Jing Jiaren calmly pushed aside the bouquet of flowers. Before the other party could introduce her, she pulled the stunned Mengkui downstairs, leaving the boy holding a large bouquet of flowers.
He stood on the spot with a bewildered expression.
"Beauty, this is already... one, two, thirdly, four!" Meng Kui held the sketchbook in one hand and counted exaggeratedly with the other, "The fourth one, in a short period of time, this is the fourth one I have confessed to you.
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"..."
"Do you want it to be so popular..." Meng Kui looked envious, "Is the price of even Ice Beauty so high?"
Jing Jiaren sighed deeply. This office building is full of various cram schools...
Most of the people who come here to study are teenagers and girls between the ages of 18-22.
Jing Jiaren wanted to say, those boys were too immature to her, were they all little brothers?
"Beauty, do you really not like Ximen Longting?"
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, then replied calmly: "Yes."
"He can't even catch your eye. It's hopeless. What type do you like?"
What type do you like...
Jing Jiaren frowned, and the painting that immediately appeared in her mind was crazy.
Does she also want to join the ranks of nymphos? She is already 26 this year, don't be so unrealistic?