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Chapter Fourteen Little Lark

Throw yourself into your arms?

Shen Qinghe rolled his eyes and jumped out of the car, not forgetting to tease him in turn: "You have a good figure, remember to maintain it."

The tricycle parked at the place where the class was training, and the students cheered and gathered around.

There are mostly boys in the computer science department, and there are a few tall and tall junior students who make Shen Qinghe, who is 1.68 meters tall, extremely petite.

Standing on the nearby steps, Shen Qinghe cleared his throat: "I am your class assistant, and I brought this water for you. If you have any questions this semester, you can ask me."

After a second thought, he added: "Of course, except for homework."

"Senior sister, you are even more beautiful than in the video!" The boy took a bottle of water and did not forget to flatter him.

"Sister, your necklace looks great with this dress. I want to connect it." The girl held her hand and whispered.

Shen Qinghe gradually lost himself in the praise, and his happiness was visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Yao raised his tongue to his cheek, his tone was not very friendly, and he reminded him seriously: "Gather, the instructor is coming."

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and everyone returned to their respective positions, waiting for the instructor.

Seeing that they were training, Shen Qinghe felt bored and wanted to go back to the dormitory to play games live.

He clasped his slender fingers on his wrist and looked back at Jiang Yao in confusion.

"Don't leave, take pictures for us." Jiang Yao's expression didn't change, "Director Wei asked me to take pictures, you know I don't take pictures of people."

Those beautiful and charming fox eyes looked down at her, and their eyelashes cast a shadow on her face. As if she thought of something, she curved her lips, forced a smile, and lowered her voice: "Senior sister, you are the best.

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She didn't want to agree, but he called her senior!

Shen Qinghe pressed forward and pretended to be reluctant to speak: "But senior sister is very busy!"

His index and middle fingers came together and touched her forehead: "Miss, don't push yourself too far."

When the instructor came, Jiang Yao threw her cell phone into her arms and said in a clear and cold voice: "Password is your birthday."

Birthday?

There was a slight movement in my heart, and a hint of unnoticeable anticipation and excitement arose.

Tried it for birthdays.

The password is incorrect, please re-enter it.

So what on earth was she expecting?!

Shen Qinghe stood in a place that would not disturb their training, holding up his mobile phone to record videos for them.

The instructor demonstrated the movements carefully in front, while the junior students listened and studied carefully.

His eyes fell on Jiang Yao involuntarily. His cold white complexion stood out among the team. In his memory, Jiang Yao played ball all year round and never got tanned.

He was wearing a camouflage uniform, with his shirt tucked into his trousers, and his posture was not as slouchy as before, but rather long and straight.

The camera's focal length is enlarged little by little, and Jiang Yao's jawline is clearly visible. When not smiling, those fox eyes look indifferent and blurred, with a strong sense of distance.

Even she herself didn't realize that most of the videos and photos she took were of Jiang cuisine.

"Stand in military position for 20 minutes and report when you move." The instructor's voice was sonorous and powerful. "Perform well. Our company will sing with other companies in the evening."

The lights in the playground were dim and she could barely see. The instructor walked up to her. Shen Qinghe put away his cell phone and greeted politely: "Hello, instructor."

The instructor, who has been exposed to the scorching sun all year round, has dark skin and a mouth of snow-white teeth when he smiles.

I think of the dark and windy night when the instructor was walking on the road and when he smiled, he could only see his big white teeth floating in the air.

Shen Qinghe smiled and rolled his eyes.

The instructor was infected by her smile, giggled unconsciously, and quietly approached her.

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted——

"Report! Instructor, move." The voice was slow but loud.

"Move." The instructor was unhappy that his intention was interrupted.

Lu Jinbai saw from the corner of his eye that he hadn't moved and muttered in a low voice: "What?"

For a while, Lu Jinbai didn't hear his reply. He turned his head slightly to look at him, saw him staring over there, and followed his gaze.

The instructor talked to Sister Qinghe, mostly the instructor spoke, and Sister Qinghe nodded in response. The distance between them became closer and closer, gradually exceeding the safe social distance.

Sister Qinghe moved one step, and he followed suit.

This is not okay! Some instructors will deceive young girls about their feelings. We cannot let sister Qinghe be deceived. That silly elder sister is the most innocent.

Jiang Yao must have thought so too!

He followed suit, his voice a little excited, for fear that the instructor would approach Shen Qinghe again: "Report! Instructor, move."

"move!"

For more than ten minutes, Jiang Yao and Lu Jinbai picked the right moment and called for a report whenever the instructor wanted to make the next move.

The instructor, who was repeatedly interrupted to flirt with girls, was very impatient and walked back to the team: "You two, get out of the queue and do 20 push-ups."

Jiang Yao and Lu Jinbai walked out of the queue without saying a word, doing push-ups while counting.

Shen Qinghe knew that they were helping him, but he still felt a little gloating about his misfortune. He squatted down and raised his cell phone to take pictures.

The camera stopped taking the picture until everything was completely dark.

"The time is up, let's go and play songs with the third company now, turn right and walk together."

The girls walked in front, and the instructor took the lead.

Shen Qinghe quietly followed the end of the team and walked between Jiang Yao and Lu Jinbai with a smile: "Thank you two lovely brothers."

"Yes, everyone has the responsibility to protect sister." Lu Jinbai scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Jiang Yao didn't speak, feeling a little irritable.

The dim night hid his hot sight.

"Senior sister, you are so good-looking and can sing well too!" The boy in front slowed down and turned back to talk to her.

"That's for sure, I'll give you the nickname Xiao Bailing." Shen Qinghe boasted that he never made drafts and just spoke out.

"Ah."

With a faint laugh, she subconsciously looked at Jiang Yao next to her and fell into his smiling eyes.

My little face suddenly collapsed, how could I forget that he was there!

Others thought she was joking when she sang out of tune. Only Jiang Yao knew otherwise. He was the only one who had heard her sing.

At that time, the adults in both families were busy and often left their two and a half-year-old children at home. They were forced to depend on each other.

Jiang Yao is the young master of the family. In the first few years, his parents were always by his side, and he could do whatever he wanted, so naturally he couldn't do anything.

Similarly, Shen Qinghe, as an only child, did not know how to do any housework. She was very worried about her extra brother. She could not even take care of him, so she had to take care of him.

Taking advantage of his age, Shen Qinghe often tricked him into learning to do housework and cook.

One dark and windy night, Jiang Yao ran pitifully to Shen Qinghe's room: "Sister, I can't sleep."

"What should we do?" Shen Qinghe has no experience in taking care of children.

"My mother used to sing to coax me to sleep. Can my sister coax me to sleep?" Jiang Yao hugged the toy, curled her lips, and was about to cry.

Shen Qinghe thought that she had coerced and induced him to do so much work. At this time, if he couldn't satisfy even a small request, it would be very inhumane.

Returning to his room with him, Jiang Yao lay on the bed obediently and closed his eyes.

Shen Qinghe tucked him in and patted him gently: "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

After a while, Jiang Yao suddenly opened his eyes, filled with tears.

Seeing Shen Qinghe feel distressed, he asked softly: "What's wrong? Brother."

His voice was a bit nasal and waxy: "Sister, can you stop singing? I'm scared."


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