Shen Qinghe poked Wen Jingjing who was watching the show with his hand: "Just now another young lady was deceived by Yinhe."
Wen Jingjing took off her headphones and was stunned: "Another one?"
"Hmm, I think he is not only a scumbag, he also likes to make money."
Wen Jingjing sat up and listened to her words, while Chen Anzhi, who was on the opposite floor, also stretched out his ears.
"I was playing a game just now and I asked him why he didn't turn on the mic? He said his phone was stuck and dropped frames." Shen Qinghe paused and said, "I asked him to change his phone."
Chen Anzhi clicked his tongue and marveled: "A cunning and cunning man."
"Indeed." Wen Jingjing glanced at her phone. It was an online editing form sent by the squad leader. The content was about the registration form for the sports meeting at the end of the month.
Thinking of the people I met frequently these days: "Remember to fill in the form in the group. The squad leader and Nancy have gotten very close recently."
"How did they meet?"
"I don't know. The monitor takes good care of her and often runs behind her."
Shen Qinghe glanced at the form. The sports events were all similar, and the overall quality was divided into freshman and sophomore years, which she had completed.
This will most likely be the last sports meet in her life. It would be unjustifiable not to participate. She needs to keep some souvenirs.
After the 200-meter dash, fill in your name.
Chen Anzhi was also filling out the form and laughed out loud: "Shen Qinghe, are you sure you want to quote 200 meters?"
Shen Qinghe, who was being cued, was confused: "What's wrong?"
"You forgot that when you ran 100 meters in your freshman year, your opponents ran two meters before you started running."
At that time, the campus reporter happened to take the photo and posted it on the school’s official account.
This dark history has been with her for a whole year, so much so that the first thing someone said when they saw her was:
You are that elementary school girl who started two beats too late.
Shen Qinghe threw a stuffed toy over and became angry, so he got out of bed and ran to her bed, bullying and ravaging her.
"Sister, I was wrong. Your cell phone... there is a message on your cell phone. I kid you not, the screen is on."
Shen Qinghe returned to his bed.
Berry Jam sent a message: Friendly reminder, Yinhe likes others to call him brother.
ha?
What hobby?
When he called me brother before, didn't he make himself more normal?
Duplicity picks on men.
Alipay received 10,000 yuan.
It was transferred by Wei Shu.
I made a phone call: "Mom, why do you want to make money for me? I still have enough!"
"I'm not transferring it to you. Yao Yao has just entered college. I'm afraid that the little money his parents gave him won't be enough for him."
Shen Qinghe: "Then transfer it to him!"
"Don't your school use Alipay? I don't have Alipay, remember to transfer it to someone else."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qinghe stayed at the transfer interface for half a moment and reluctantly lost 3,000.
It’s hard to explain why I was caught by Wei Shu after this.
After thinking about it, I changed it to 1000.
If you are discovered, you can also explain it by saying that you lost one zero.
——
The professor had just announced that get out of class was over, and the monitor stood up: "Students who are participating in the sports meeting, please stay and get your number plate to see what time your competition is."
The squad leader put the sports meeting schedule and number plates on the multimedia.
A lot of people gathered in front, scrambling to grab the schedule, and the numbers were turned over in a mess.
"Don't lose your number plate."
After everyone had almost dispersed, Shen Qinghe walked slowly to the front and looked for the number plate.
The monitor was about to speak but stopped.
Wen Jingjing has a pretty good relationship with the squad leader, and she is very carefree: "Don't be so nagging, just tell me if you have anything to do."
"When the teacher put the tables together, he made a mistake, which caused some changes in Shen Qinghe's project."
"What's the change?" Wen Jingjing hated that he stopped mid-sentence.
"See for yourself!"
Wen Jingjing grabbed the schedule and looked for events with Shen Qinghe's number.
At the end, his face changed slightly: "Is there any mistake? 1500 meters and shot put?"
After saying that, he squeezed Shen Qinghe's thin arm: "With her little strength, it's good if she doesn't hit her feet."
Shen Qinghe lay on his back: "Look down on me?"
"You struggled to lift the shot put in high school and almost hit your heel. Have you forgotten?"
Shen Qinghe covered her mouth and faked a smile: "Okay, don't say any more."
Wen Jingjing took off her hand: "Can't you change it?"
The monitor shook his head: "We can't change it. If we change it, the entire school will have to reprint the schedule and change the related event list."
"This 1,500 meters is going to cost her life? Even running 100 meters is slower than others."
Shen Qinghe had a good receptive ability and quickly digested the matter, pulling the reluctant Wen Jingjing away.
——
There are many classes in universities, and the performance in sports competitions is usually organized according to departments.
When there were no classes in the evening, the head of the department summoned the electronic information system to the playground for a meeting, and the freshmen and sophomores arrived at the playground as quickly as possible.
Looking at the crowd of boys, I get worried. It’s not easy to choose 20 good-looking girls!
Junior year is long overdue.
Shen Qinghe majors in digital media technology and also belongs to the Department of Electronic Information. There are quite a lot of girls in their major.
Only then did the department chair see some hope.
The etiquette teacher and the dance teacher wandered among the students, selecting candidates for the phalanx.
Those who are not selected will leave first.
Shen Qinghe took advantage of the chaos and tried to run away, but was caught by the dance teacher.
"Still want to run?"
We didn't catch her at the last spring sports meeting, and nothing could be done to let her escape this time.
"How dare I!"
Shen Qinghe looked at his roommates for help, but they all disappeared.
The teacher grabbed her wrist and pulled her to pick someone with her.
The etiquette teacher earnestly persuaded a boy: "There are credits for participating in this, and it will be helpful to you in the future."
"unnecessary."
The boy pursed his lips slightly, and his whole face looked indifferent.
Only those fox eyes are particularly attractive.
The figure is also in good shape.
The etiquette teacher was not willing to let him go at all.
The dance teacher selection was almost complete, but he found that the etiquette teacher was still in a stalemate with the boys, so he pulled Shen Qinghe over.
The boy noticed someone approaching, turned his gaze, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared briefly.
"Xiao Zhang, I see you've been here for a long time, what happened?"
"he……"
Before Teacher Xiao Zhang finished speaking, Jiang Yao interrupted: "I'm participating."
The change in attitude makes it difficult to prevent mistakes.
"Why?"
The teacher briefly explained the training time and tasks, and established a WeChat group face to face.
"Disband."
Shen Qinghe had just taken a few steps when someone grabbed him by the collar.
He stumbled, his body leaning back due to inertia.
I thought of Jiang Yao's voice diagonally above, with a casual tone: "Protect me?"
The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and people passing by looked at them with shocked eyes.
What kind of tiger and wolf words is this?
Shen Qinghe turned his head as if frightened and met those cold and clean eyes.
Is this kid so short of money? How can he be so depraved?
Heartbroken.
I can only reluctantly give up my love.
In full view of everyone, Shen Qinghe took out his mobile phone and started operating it.
Alipay received 9,000 yuan.
The onlookers swallowed their saliva.
Sister, look at me, I can do it too!
The atmosphere was eerily quiet, and Jiang Yao laughed angrily: "Are you really planning to support me?"