Chapter 21: Boy selected by dance shoes

In this way, the campus culture festival that made Lin Xingchen's worst look back finally passed. At first, she was worried about being recognized when she was walking on the road.
"Wow, look, she's the one who jumped off her shoes while dancing!"
"Really? I seem to have heard that she once dragged the floor too slippery. She slipped the office teacher several times in a row!"
But it turned out that no one recognized her on the road, and this embarrassing incident that he paid special attention to was buried under test papers after time.
So, people will always be ugly about themselves in public, but in fact most people just smile, because people always pay more attention to themselves than others. Therefore, it is just my own feeling to be ugly or brilliant. Even in the eyes of some people, the foolish self is more lovely.
In short, forget the good, forget the wonderful, no one remembers croaking.
"Stars, stars, you are happy!" Just as Lin Xingchen was ready to pack up his schoolbag and escape home, Luo Qinge ran over with two certificates.
"Are you ... happy?" Lin Xingchen's face was black.
"Do you remember your previous performance at the campus culture festival?"
"I ... I don't remember! I don't know anything!"
Luo Qinge didn't let Lin Xingchen want to bury his head in the sand: "Look, your certificate."
"Award?"
Lin Xingchen looked up and saw his name on the certificate of "Best Popular Actress" and "Excellent Performer".
Is this a blessing by misfortune?
"Thank you Qin Ge." Lin Xingchen tried to hold back a smile, thinking that as long as the two certificates were taken home and hidden, no one would ever think of acting as a village lady in that stage play, kicking while dancing ballet. The showman who lost his shoes.
"Hey, don't thank me, I'm not sure what good things are waiting for you."
When seeing Luo Qinge comforting himself, the expression on his face was a bit sad, Lin Xingchen asked with concern: "Qin Ge, is your side still going well?"
Hearing Lin Xingchen ’s concern, Luo Qinge could n’t hold his face any longer, and the violent elder sister in the eyes of boys usually turned into a melancholic literary girl:
Actually, I was so nervous at the time. In the crowd, I did n’t see where their class sat ... "
"Poof ..." Lin Xingchen couldn't help laughing.
"Hello, did you laugh at me?" Luo Qinge's fist was gripped with anger, and Lin Xingchen had a strong desire to survive and quickly came back: "But he must have seen you sitting underneath, radiant and charming. You. "
Luo Qinge tweaked shyly, as if he had imagined the boy sitting down and looking at him with a full smile.
"In that case, I decided to approach him in the oldest but most direct way next." Luo Qinge folded his hands together, his eyes full of piety and longing, "A beautiful poem with a greeting card shows my admiration. . "
Hey, isn't this just love poems? This, this, is this a little too bold?
"Then ... how are you going to act?"
Luo Qinge frowned, and said seriously: "First buy a best-looking greeting card and envelope, and then prepare a light perfume that can kill a sports straight man, and finally, I will use beautiful handwriting and pleasant text The deep heart is passed on romantically. I have already prepared the first two things, the last one, not at all. "
Luo Qinge looked at Lin Xingchen's eyes for a little more meaning for help. "However, I remember that there was a great God who was sent to our school by the composition contest ..."
Lin Xingchen took a deep breath: "I understand, plastic sisters don't need to be polite. The content of the greeting card is wrapped in me. Early today after school, I will go to the library to find some inspiration."
"Hey, milk tea and hot and sour powder are ready for you."
In the library, Lin Xingchen stepped into the sea of ​​modern poetry. It was not until the first time today that I seriously looked at the library of Yiling Middle School that she knew that the collection and environment here were so satisfactory.
Should we be able to solve the materials and drafts today?
Looking at the collection of poems line by line, Lin Xingchen's gaze finally fell on a hardcover book at the top of the bookshelf.
"Time is very sweet with you" ...... Well, it should be very suitable for inspiring the writing of love poems, but how can it feel out of reach?
The rings on the bus, the windows of the mathematics office, and the pennants behind the classroom have left too much shadow on Lin Xingchen. Lin Xingchen learned the appearance of Lu Yibai turning over the wall, moved his muscles, and then rolled up his sleeves to stare at the poem collection.
The girl pushed her tiptoes hard, and when she found that her fingertips could touch the bottom of the poem collection, the lovely little face showed a longing for surprise. But soon, she was upset again, because she found that only when she jumped up, she could barely dial out the poem collection with her fingertips.
Hurry, it's hurry, take advantage of no one to see the poem collection!
Finally, the poem collection fell off, but its heavy body fell too fast, too suddenly, and suddenly, smashed towards Lin Xingchen's head.
bad! Lin Xingchen uttered a desperate heart, then squatted down and hugged his head.
A few seconds passed, not only did the head and hands not feel pain, but even the heavy poetry collection seemed to be brought into the world of different dimensions, completely gone.
Eh? what 's wrong?
"You are Lin Xingchen?" A lazy voice came over, "Finally caught you, hee hee."
Grab it, grab it? Lin Xingchen looked up in horror and saw a tall boy looking down at him with a smile on his face. In his broad palm, it was the collection of poems that almost hit Lin Xingchen's head.
"Classmates, I ... I don't seem to know you, but thank you for the thing you just did."
The boy handed the poem collection to Lin Xingchen and said in a mysterious tone: "Of course you don't know me, but we are destined to meet, and you have owed me right from the beginning, right?"
That's right, but it always sounds weird.
Lin Xingchen looked at it carefully. His bright and clear eyes, with a bad smile, even two thick eyebrows also showed soft ripples, and the short broken hair made his line feel more full. Face.
This boy was handsome and handsome, and he was not much worse than Lu Yibai, the peak of Yan Ling Middle School. Even for the little girl who favors the wandering school, the free, uninhibited and slightly handsome temperament of his body is extremely lethal.
But Lin Xingchen is not the little girls who are guilty of every day. In the words of Lu Yibai, she hasn't even reached her adolescence. So for this kind of thing, if you can't solve it with one smirk, then use two.
"How about I invite you to eat and drink soy milk? The soy milk at the entrance of the school, a dollar a cup, is super delicious."
"Don't think you can cross the border." The boy stooped and leaned in front of Lin Xingchen. "Do you remember the dancing shoes that were jumped by you at the cultural festival?"
Hearing the dance shoes, Lin Xingchen's throat was like a big radish stuffed.
"It hit me!"
"Ah! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
The boy stopped Lin Xingchen, who bowed and apologized like a woodpecker, and then pointed to his left chest: "It hit here, and ..."
Lin Xingchen saw that his shoes had hit other people's hearts and couldn't help but sweat.
And he still has heart disease?
"And the smell of your shoes is a bit big! I thought I picked up a hydrangea, but I didn't expect that I would fold it for a few years!"
"How ... how is it possible? After washing my feet every night ... cough, in short, absolutely impossible!"
"Oh? Really?" The boy smiled. "Remember my name, Zhang Haotian, and I would like to ask you to do me a favor."
"What's busy?" Lin Xingchen leaned against the bookshelf tremblingly, and for a moment he felt that the man in front of him was a little stern.