"Your major is very good, all scores are above 90%. You have read a lot of books, right?" Zhang Tingting said enviously.
Xin Yi said:
"Don't you have any in your class? Our class collected mineral water bottles and homework papers in the summer. The money we bought was used to recharge class fees. Every once in a while, we would buy magazines related to majors. The magazines on the podium, every student
You can watch them all.”
"Your class is really good." Zhang Tingting said.
Xin Yi smiled and said:
"It is the class committee members who are more responsible. This is all done by the class committee members."
The classmates in the class were not happy, but she really felt that the class committee members were all trying their best.
"Alas, our class is not good. The class committee members are all for themselves and are very selfish. Just choose any probationary party member. Based on merit, the class committee members appear. They are only thinking about themselves..." Zhang Tingting kept breaking the news.
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Xin Yi smiled unnaturally. It was not her class's business. What should she say?
If the students in the next class heard it, they might not know what to say to her.
"Take the book." Xin Yi said, "I'm going to draw a picture."
This was actually driving people away. Zhang Tingting knew it, but she pretended not to know and kept reading Xin Yi's homework.
For their professional courses, the total final grade is calculated in proportion to the usual grade and the final exam grade. Therefore, the quality of the homework handed in every week is very important. Therefore, their homework also has excellent works.
Seeing that Zhang Tingting refused to leave, Xin Yi left by herself:
"I'm going to the toilet, will you go?"
"I'm not going, you go ahead, I'm going back to our classroom." Zhang Tingting said quickly.
Xin Yi nodded and went to the toilet.
Zhang Tingting saw Xin Yi leaving. When she took the textbook, she also took away Xin Yi's highest-scoring homework and stuffed the remaining homework into the desk box.
When Xin Yi came back, she was relieved to see that Zhang Tingting was finally gone.
It's not that she doesn't want to interact with people, but that she really wants to draw. This thing is very annoying. If she distracts her energy even a little bit, she will make mistakes. She doesn't want to redraw, which is very time-consuming.
Zhang Tingting and the others' last course this semester was furniture design, and they happened to encounter a domestic furniture competition.
Their teacher asked all the students in the class to submit their homework to participate in the competition. This competition is relatively valuable in China. If you can win a prize, or be shortlisted, this will be the capital to choose a good company after graduation.
Zhang Tingting actually wanted to see Xin Yi's work early on, just to learn from it, but she felt that she had changed it, and the original beauty was gone.
Zhang Tingting took Xin Yi's design assignment and designed a chair. It is a one-piece chair with no unnecessary arcs and lines. It is particularly simple and grand.
This concept of one-piece molding actually already exists, but Xinyi has applied it more deeply, with streamlined design, the lines have already won.
In addition to the shape, the size, material, and color of the chair are clearly marked on the drawing, as well as the texture and touch of the chair are predicted. This design is quite complete.
Zhang Tingting had no way to create a second creation on such a perfect work, so in the end, she made a copy and entered it in the competition.
In fact, at this time, Zhang Tingting just had the mentality of completing her homework and did not think about getting any prize at all.
This competition has such high gold content, can school students win it? So Zhang Tingting has no scruples.
As soon as Xin Yi buried her head, time passed.
At noon, the classmates in the classroom left one after another, but Xin Yi was still working hard.
When she raised her eyes, she was very frightened.
His rapidly dilated pupils looked straight at the front of the table, his eyes motionless, his mouth slightly open.
After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses:
"Why did you come in?"
Who would have thought that Tang Jinteng would walk in? This is a school, and this is her professional teacher!
Xin Yi's first reaction was fear, because students might come into the classroom at any time.
Subconsciously, I still reject the relationship with Tang Jinteng, thinking it is shameful and don't want anyone to know about it.
Xin Yi was a little anxious. She quickly put all her pens on the table and covered her homework with a piece of drawing paper. She was so afraid of being seen that she didn't even do her homework, which showed how resistant she was.
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Tang Jinteng's eyes gradually turned cold. He originally came in to ask her to go out to eat, but seeing how focused she was, he didn't say anything.
Tang Jinteng is a workaholic, and he understands Xin Yi's reluctance to move as soon as he sits down.
But when she found him now, it was beyond all his expectations. There was no joy, no touch, not even the slightest smile.
But fear! Panic!
What is she afraid of? She doesn't want people to know about his existence.
At this moment, Tang Jinteng's heart was filled with unknown fire. He knew this little beast too well. How could he not know what she was thinking?
Afraid that people would find out? Did he make it difficult for her to take action or something?
"Let's go out. Well, it's time for lunch. Let me go with you to eat." Xin Yi said anxiously, reaching out to grab Tang Jinteng's clothes.
Her lips were a little dry, her eyes were floating unnaturally, and her whole person showed a state of impatience.
Tang Jinteng's eyes were as cold as ice, falling on her face.
Xin Yi retracted her hand, took a breath, lowered her head, bit her lip, and stopped talking.
But after all, I don’t want to stay in the classroom anymore. Someone will come in at any time.
"I'm hungry, Tang Jinteng." He mustered up the courage to speak out again, but after looking at him, he quickly turned away.
Tang Jinteng gave her a big palm with a cold face.
Xin Yi glanced at it, hesitated, then held it, then buried her head and left.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the classroom, Zhang Tingting walked over and shouted from afar:
"Xin Yi, Xin Yi, let's go eat..."
Xin Yi was so frightened that she jerked her hand back, then hid it behind her back, took two quick steps towards Zhang Tingting and said:
"I've already eaten. You can go and eat by yourself. I have something else to do and I have to leave first."
Zhang Tingting glanced at the tall man behind Xin Yi. That man's presence was too strong. How could he be ignored after Xin Yi deliberately covered it up?
"Who is that?" Zhang Tingting asked directly.
"He, my uncle..." Xin Yi muttered a few words, and then quickly said something else loudly:
"You haven't eaten yet, go and eat quickly. I'm going home, so go to the cafeteria." He said while pushing Zhang Tingting.
Zhang Tingting blocked Xin Yi and said, "I'm not in a hurry..."
While the two were fighting, Tang Jinteng came over. Zhang Tingting hurriedly said hello:
"Hello, uncle, I am Xin Yi's classmate. We live in the same dormitory."
There was a "boom" in Xin Yi's mind. She didn't expect that her words were exposed on the spot. She didn't dare to look at Tang Jinteng at all. She was so panicked that she almost wanted to hit the wall.
