MTL - Please Have a Cup of Green Tea-Chapter 4 Charming little toffee is actually green tea flavor (4)

The last session of the afternoon was a class meeting with the theme of patriotism.

The head teacher drooled on the podium, scolded Fang Qiu, and finally concluded with "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man. We should inherit the aspirations of our predecessors and establish a new style of the times." All relieved.

Bi Ming sat upright and looked at the teacher on the podium with bright eyes, and his little hands clapped.

The teenager who usually sleeps on the desk as soon as he is in class is propping up his elbows, looking sideways at the little girl's plain white hands, and his palms are so red that he can't help frowning.

"Fool."

The sound was not loud, but when Bi Ming heard it next to him, he turned his head to look at him absent-mindedly propped up on the table, and couldn't help but give him a disapproving look.

Pei Jingshuo narrowed his eyes and sneered.

Still a grumpy little fool.

The eyebrows of the two of them tugged at each other for a while, and the head teacher's voice broke the delicate atmosphere—

"Now our theme class of 'promoting patriotism and striving to be a promising youth' has officially started! First of all, the first link is poetry reading, let's welcome the first reciter to come on stage—"

"Ruan Xiaoan!"

The classroom suddenly burst into warm applause, mixed with a few strange screams.

As a newcomer for the first time, Bi Ming seems to be soft and deceitful these two days, but in fact, he has stole the limelight. Not only was he appointed as the new class representative in the mathematics class because he solved the super-syllabus problem, but he also won the award that no one in the class dared to do. The "special favor" of the provocative boss.

Didn't you see that they had just abandoned the childhood sweetheart who was chasing after him and sat next to this transfer student?

The girl didn't seem to realize that she had become a topical figure in the class. After hearing the call of the head teacher, she stood up and walked directly to the podium.

I saw that she was wearing a loose school uniform, her delicate and slender body was standing still in front of the podium, her eyes were looking down like a deer, like a magnet with its own gravitational force, instantly pulling everyone's attention.

"It's an honor to stand here and share with you a patriotic poem that I love very much." Her back was straight, her snowy face showed a shallow blush, and her whole body exuded a dazzling light, "It's Ai Qing's "I Love This Land"."

Yin Han smiled coldly, thinking that Bi Ming, a good student who was both famous and professional, was too fake, but someone must eat this set.

She thought about it, then glanced sideways—

Sure enough, Pei Jingshuo, who had never been able to keep up his spirits except fighting and clubbing, was now staring at the podium, or the people on the podium.

"If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat. "

The moment she spoke, Bi Ming's voice instantly shocked the whole class, including the head teacher.

How to describe it?

It is usually such a soft and soft voice, but at this moment, it is as eloquent as the purest announcer. Every word is full of rich and moving emotions, making people feel the undercurrent of the still flowing waves.

As a national award winner in the media department, a holder of the first grade in Mandarin, and an excellent intern in a TV station, Bi Ming's own pronunciation skills and recitation methods have indeed caused a dimensional blow to these high school kids.

…

"—and then I died,

Even the feathers rot in the ground. "

The girl paused here, her expression controlled very softly and mournfully, as if it was the bird who was deeply attached to this land.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much..."

The classroom was silent.

After a few seconds, the applause roared, and this time everyone who applauded was from the heart, not to deal with the teacher.

"Damn it!" Ran Le clapped his hands and looked back at Pei Jingshuo with emotion, "What kind of immortal reciting is this, buddy, your eyes are really good!"

"It's definitely the level of participating in the competition," Ran Le's deskmate was a student bully, shaking his head at this time, "If Ruan Xiaoan was there last semester, our class would have won the championship of the school's red poetry recitation competition."

The head teacher next to Bi Ming also kept applauding at this time, and his mouth was almost unable to close. You know, he taught the language.

The head teacher's mind has already begun to plan what recitation competitions will be held this semester.

Pei Jingshuo paid no attention to the chatter of his friend, only the shy and proud smile in Bi Ming's eyes.

Standing on the podium and reciting poetry aloud, she looked very different from the quiet and soft voice she usually had.

But he still couldn't take his eyes off.

She was like a shining star, shining brightly in his eyes.

On the handsome and deep face of the young man, there was a soft look that he had not noticed yet, like a sharp blade gathering its edge, leaving only a silent bluntness.

Yin Han looked at him without blinking, his teeth rattled, but his eyes turned red little by little.

She doesn't understand, how could this happen?

After being reborn, does she want her to be a witness to Pei Jingshuo and this woman again?

And why is Ruan Xiaoan different from the previous life?

In her impression, Ruan Xiaoan was always quiet and cowardly, and she was silent when she was angry. How could she have such a high-profile style?

Yin Han couldn't help but wonder if his rebirth had caused a butterfly storm.

***

The so-called high-grade green tea is often cultivated in both color and art, and it kills people without a sound.

In Bi Ming's view, the effort to become a high-grade green tea is ten times or a hundred times more than ordinary people can't catch up with.

Appearance is only the most basic, and it is difficult to insist on self-disciplined exercise and diet control for several years.

Expensive and proper medical aesthetics are also needed to remove all the defects from all over the body.

Then be well-read, and have enough knowledge that you won't be intimidated by the fact that you don't have anything in your belly when you're talking to anyone.

Then there is the excellent education and resume, because the platform will decide the quality of the fish to be caught. The more excellent the fish, the higher the threshold of contact.

There is also an essential high emotional intelligence, understanding of proportions, knowledge of advance and retreat, but the public likes to call it "scheming".

As long as these ordinary people have one quality that can also lead to a smooth life, high-end green tea must have all of them.

Bi Ming likes herself with these qualities, and she likes to see people who surrender to these qualities and let her play with them. Yes, there are not only stupid men with brains, but also jealous women. They always think that women who are better and more popular than themselves are "scheming green tea bitches", and Bi Ming is very disdainful of this—

"Isn't it self-deception to stigmatize the excellence of others because you can't do it yourself?"

When Yin Han consciously or unintentionally hinted to his friends and classmates that he was a "pretending little white flower" and a "green tea girl", Bi Ming would never stop this secret "war".

She admires girls who are really gentle and kind, but also hates those jealous who are empty mouths.

[When she started spreading rumors, I took her as a formal "declaration of war". ] Bi Ming rubbed the 2B pencil in her hand, her eyes fixed on the blackboard, but she was talking to her green tea system in her heart.

[Host, please focus on the exam. ] Green Tea System Z01 is a little sympathetic to Yin Han who is doubting his life.

Today is the back-to-school test.

Because she was a transfer student, Bi Ming did not have the last semester's grades and was placed in the last exam room.

As soon as she was seated, she saw a tall and slender boy with a bag coming in with long legs.

The other's pair of dark phoenix eyes drooped lazily, and only slightly relaxed until they collided with hers.

When she passed the first row, the young man turned his head slightly, with a small smile on his lips, "Yo, good students are also here."

What responded to him were the innocent apricot eyes that the girl looked up at, clear and sharp, like a mirror in the sunlight, clearly reflecting his own figure.

"I have a name, classmate Pei."

The boy raised his eyebrows and immediately replied, "I also have a name, good student."

"Hey, hey, why don't you two put on this big show," Ran Le from the same exam room raised his head behind Pei Jingshuo, patted his brother's shoulder with his arm, and smiled maliciously, "Shuo Shuo, you talk about mathematics How did the class representative fall into this exam room and become a scumbag like us?"

"Shut up." Pei Jingshuo pushed away the teasing friend who had posted it in disgust, keeping his eyes fixed on Bi Ming, "Be careful later."

"?" The girl looked at him puzzled.

Ran Le glanced at her friend, bent down and explained to her: "This is your first time in this examination room. Brother Shuo is reminding you to be careful with the people around you. There are a lot of small movements, so be careful."

"Okay," Bi Ming smiled at him, "Thank you, I see."

A shallow pear vortex appeared on his fair and delicate little face, like a pear blossom in spring suddenly blooming.

Ran Le was stunned for a moment, but before she could react, Pei Jingshuo lifted the collar directly—

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Go back to your place."

"Hey, Shuo Shuo, what are you doing, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge..." Ran Le was dragged away, and couldn't help crying in his heart: Damn, this fellow Pei Jingshuo must be jealous, right?

Unfamiliar emotions flashed in the boy's eyes, and his mind fluctuated.

How could she smile like that at other people?

What an idiot, no vigilance at all.

Bi Ming clenched his pen, thinking about his haze-covered face just now, and Dan's lips twitched into a deeper smile.

It's so fun, even without a word, this little boy is angry.

Soon, the invigilator entered the classroom and distributed the test papers.

As soon as the test bell rang, Bi Ming filled out the multiple-choice questions with a brush.

The invigilator was attracted by the sound of pencils scribbling on paper, and could not help but look at her carefully, and then shook her head imperceptibly.

These students in the last exam room really don't take their grades seriously. This kid looks well-behaved, but he didn't expect to be irresponsible to himself.

At the same time, many candidates were already lying on the table looking around, thinking about doing something.

Although the grades are not good, but when they are clever, they are all good people.

Bi Ming felt that the back of his chair was kicked twice.

She thought it was the other person's unintentional stretching of his leg, so she moved the chair forward a little.

However, after a few seconds, the opponent's feet were already straight up, trying to kick her body from the gap.

Bi Ming felt that her waist and buttocks were being pushed, and she couldn't help but look back, only to see a flat-headed and airy boy who made a five gesture to her.

The invigilator was looking down at the test paper, unaware of this small movement.

"Tell me the answer," the other party lip-mouthed her, and kicked the edge of her chair again in a demonstration.

If it is a soft bun, I am afraid that I will be too scared to say a word.

Bi Ming gave him a good smile, just when he thought it was a gesture of goodwill, he saw the little girl raised her hand—

"teacher!"

The invigilator's sharp eagle eyes glared over immediately.

The flat-headed boy stared at this petite and slender-looking girl in disbelief. Someone in their exam room would actually make a snitch to the teacher!

How dare she sue?

"Male Gobi," the boy looked at the invigilator walking towards her, and scolded her in an anxious voice, "I will beat you to death when I leave the examination room."