Vol 5 Chapter 40: 040 she is Qin Yun (second more)

Chapter 40 040 She Is Qin Yun
Qin Yue is very popular in school.
Maverick, just squeezed her into a lieutenant colonel flower.
Qin Hui looks good, not only in Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School, but also in the surrounding schools, Experimental Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, and Vocational High School.
Schools posted it everywhere, sneaking photos of Qin Qiao's high-viscosity photos. Even so, there were smoky praises about the beauty of the world.
Qin Yu used to say that she didn't like anyone paying too much attention to her, but now those people are going to discuss Qin Yue one by one, and even the school name has been taken out, but her mood is not good.
You say, what is Qin Hui doing for her?
She doesn't study well, she still fights, and she has a bad work style. Some of these bad students don't leave her alone.
Qin language is very clear about the progress of the report of Class Nine. She only came to Nie Fei last night, and Nie Fei had no time to draw anything.
Almost everyone in Class 9 had his head on his side, or leaned on the desk and looked back.
The smile on Qin Yu ’s mouth had n’t had time to expand. When she saw the contents of the rear panel, she was dismayed and her feet were nailed in place.
The people behind laughed and wanted to ask her why she didn't leave, and her eyes widened when she touched the bulletin screen.
Xu Yaoguang went to the student council early in the morning and convened the ministers of various departments for a meeting, and then inspected each class.
Yesterday, he was in a hurry, without seeing the complete process, only to see Qin Yun painted two very lively Q version characters, one of which was colored.
He didn't see the full version until now.
Lin Siran divided the poster into four parts, copied two poems, and a few high school senior inspirational quotes, leaving a blank space in the middle, which is the countdown to the college entrance examination.
The remaining four blank spaces, each with a q version of a character.
There are four in total, looking from right to left.
The first is a white shirt and black slacks, hair is shredded, and a pair of good-looking eyes, a little blush.
The second was wearing a T-shirt, holding a microphone and looking far away.
The third was wearing a padded jacket with a bandage on his arm.
The fourth is a punk outfit, with overhead skylights.
Like growth history.
The most shocking thing is that the entire blackboard has been painted as a stage effect. The various chalks exactly depict the spotlight. All the famous poems and characters are perfectly embedded in it.
In the bottom row, there are countless little white figures, probably only one finger high, holding the lamp.
Even though there was a glimpse of surprise yesterday, Xu Yaoguang was still shocked by this grand scene.
The student union was silent collectively, and no one was silent.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! His debut was the last concert costume!"
"Blow my words! Baby too! Handsome !!!!"
"Crazy! I'm going to nine classes! I'm going to nine classes!"
The nationality of the past is absolutely the top three in the entertainment industry.
The sound outside is endless.
Almost all came out to take photos with their mobile phones, tweeted them, and posted them in school.
"Nie Fei, you turned out to be a hidden leader! Disrespect and disrespect! I didn't find it before, but you are my goddess from today!" Nie Fei of Class 9 was also surrounded.
Nie Fei made a report in the Student Union last night, and she just entered the class. She was dumbfounded: "No, no, no ... I was in the student union last night, you ... you ask Siran and Qin Yan ..."
These people went around Qin Yuan and Lin Siran again.
Qin Yue was lazily crouching on the table, flipping through a book, she was always in a bad mood when she got up in the morning.
The look on his pretty face was cold.
The ninth class knew her temper, and no one dared to ask her anything, but it didn't prevent these people from mentioning Qin Hui sentence by sentence.
Qin Yu saw Qiao Sheng kick off the chair and sit on the seat of Qin Yue's front table, with his head on his side, as if asking Qin Yue what.
"No choice, no fault at all." The Minister of Life waved his hand, and the first one was very fresh.
Qin Yu glanced at Xu Yaoguang again, and saw that he also bowed his head, and wrote it very seriously, her hand holding the pen tightened.
"Qin language, you are too powerful," the director of the living department gave Qin Yu a thumbs up. "How do you know that the board of the ninth class is very good, and you still want to see the ninth class?"
Qin language: "..." his face was completely green.

Class 9 is really noisy.
Qin Wei put on his headphones expressionlessly, his eyebrows tightened.
What's going on with this group of students.
She was wearing a school uniform, and her white and transparent face was lifted slightly, as if looking out the window, the irritability at the bottom of her eyes burst out, determined to soar into the sky.
"Oh," Lin Siran held his heart until the director came to manage the order, and reluctantly pulled his eyes out of the poster on the back. She looked at Qin Yan, "Who is this and who painted it?" Who is it ?! "
Lin Siran retrieved the reason of her own brain powder. She looked at Qin Yun and stopped talking.
"I don't know." Qin Yun lay on the table impatiently.
Lin Siran whispered "Oh" and then said, "Well, you didn't do any papers last night."
She was very attentive and took the papers to Qin Yue to copy.
Qin Yue got up again, holding a pen in his left hand, copying the paper, his eyes narrowed, his eyes cold and his expression irritable.
Class 9 is also famous for this matter.
Few people endorsed it seriously, all watching the direction of Lin Siran and Qin Yue, whispering.
Xu Yaoguang was flipping through English books, and everyone around was discussing who painted it. He couldn't help looking at Qin Yue. The other side was silent and indifferent. He wrote with his pen in his left hand and wrote very slowly.
but……
Xu Yaoguang gave a hand, and he remembered very well that she used her right hand last night.
Early morning classes are short.
There are many people in the ninth class. Xu Yaoguang went out to buy breakfast earlier. Qiao Sheng looked at Qin Hui lying on the table. He seemed to be noisy and covered his head with a school uniform.
He touched his nose and went out with Xu Yaoguang.
After early reading, there were more people coming to class nine, and the crowded corridors couldn't squeeze any more.
Either discussing the bulletin board of class nine, or discussing who painted it.
Qin Yu waiting for them downstairs, she glanced at Qiao Sheng walking beside Xu Yaoguang, but Qiao Sheng didn't look at her, just talking to Xu Yaoguang.
"I don't know who it is," Qiao whispered, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled and cursed: "She always sleeps and ignores me. I blindly gave her a jar of sugar."
Xu Yaoguang was silent. He had always been indifferent. Few people knew what he was doing at home, and he looked down on nothing.
At this moment Qiao Sheng raised Qin Hui, but he raised his eyebrows.
Qin Yu stood aside and pursed her lips, both of her reactions were in her eyes.
She pretended to be relaxed: "This person is very powerful, it should not be our school, otherwise no one will come out to claim it."
That poster did not have to be picked, Qin Yu couldn't say it was unsightly with conscience.
"The painter is a student in our school." Xu Yaoguang suddenly said.
Qiao Sheng was surprised by Qin Yu and looked at him: "...?"
Xu Yaoguang's eyes were complicated: "She is Qin Yuan."
(End of this chapter)