Chapter 667

Friday is a new round of student union election. Unlike other high schools and colleges, the talent election does not require students to make speeches on the stage, nor do they need to do PPT, write small papers and solicit votes. The contents of the campaign are completely confidential until the scene of the day, and the rules of each round are different.

After school in the afternoon, the experimental building was expropriated and completely blocked. Bessie and Qin Qing went downstairs to show their student ID card and entered. They met the same members in the corridor on the fourth floor.

"Ah, you are a new transfer student. I happened to see you when you taught people a few days ago. You are so awesome."

"I heard that you are a special recruit of Beijing University. The president ordered the quota in person. It seems that you are very promising."

... in just a few days, Qin Qing became famous in the school through Zhou Yuchen and the green channel incident.

However, the students who came to talk did not show any jealousy or malice, because the election did not limit the number of promotion. Only by virtue of their strength, sometimes several were promoted successfully, sometimes none, so there was no competition.

But their attitude towards Bessie is very subtle.

"The monitor of class 2, Bessie, failed in the election at the end of last semester. It seems that you entrusted Qin Qing with a lot of convenience this time." some of them spoke more directly and punctured the fishiness on the spot.

Bessie was flushed by the sarcasm, and the sharp tips of his eyebrows stood up. He said solemnly, "just come with Qin Qing more. We'll compete fairly. If you have any comments, you'll go to the president for theory."

"Oh, that's the real chapter under your hand. I don't think you can compare with Qin Qing." several people couldn't make a fuss. They had to run cold and stand away and stop talking.

"Hum, these people just can't see others well." Bessie said angrily, "Qin Qing, don't deal with these snobs in the future."

Snobbish... Qin Qing stood and looked over. His dark eyes seemed to be full of thick ink. He stared straight at people and panicked.

"Why do you look at me like that? Oh, forget it, I'd better take care of you more in the future." Bessie was looked at a little hairy behind her back, and then felt that she couldn't see the ugly faces of those people. She probably didn't understand, so she didn't say more. At this time, she turned to look downstairs and saw two figures walking towards this side one before and one after. Her heart suddenly lost control and became nervous. "Qin Qing, what I told you two days ago, do you remember?"

"HMM." hearing the speech, Qin Qing nodded, "I've brought something."

"That's good. When the election is over, you can help me give it to him..." Bessie blushed. It's rare to have some little daughter's charming state.

Qin Qing touched the envelope in her pocket. For the first time in her life, she didn't quite understand why she couldn't say something face-to-face and wanted to write a letter. The key is to write a letter and ask others to hand it over.

But Bessie helped her at the beginning of school, and she didn't refuse.

"OK." Qin Qing answered softly and stopped talking.

Xu felt her coldness. Bessie hesitated. Before entering the room for the test, she whispered, "Qin Qing, did I do something wrong? If so, tell me I'll correct it."

They have class and dinner together. They spend most of their time together. Bessie is also a sensitive little girl. How can she not see the alienation in each other's eyes.

Qin Qing felt that his palm was wrapped in warmth. He seemed to be thinking about something. His eyes dropped slightly. "Do you have anything to say to me about the day of one night club exchange and learning?"

That day... Bessie's heart suddenly jumped, her face crossed a touch of panic, looked around and no one noticed. She bit her lower lip, tried to make her tone less blunt and said, "I left first when I had something at home that day. I didn't mean not to see you off. If you mind, I'll take you back on the way."

Her advice is still considerate, gentle and extremely accommodating.

But a trace of disappointment appeared under Qin Qing's low eyes. It was fleeting. After that, he bent his lips and said in the same gentle language: "it's time to go in. Don't worry. I'll help you transfer it later."

After paying off this favor, they probably won't meet again.

"Mm-hmm." Bessie thought she had cleared her old grudge, took her hand and shook it. He saw Bai Ling coming from the end of the corridor knocking on Le's head with a folder. For a moment, he was a little dissatisfied and tooted his mouth, "the art minister clearly likes the president. Why do he always stick to Xiang Le and is not afraid of being misunderstood..."

At this point, she seemed to think of something. She suddenly shut up and peeped at the girl beside her. She seemed to be relieved after she didn't hear it. Her eyes still fell on the two beating people, and there was a touch of jealousy in the bottom of her eyes.

After Bai Ling and Xiang Le arrived, they announced the rules in front of the door.

"Those who read their names enter the classroom alone. The next one can enter only after the test. I hope you will keep the examination content confidential."

Bailing quickly named the first one and flashed into the laboratory without giving everyone a chance to respond.

"What can I do, Qin Qing? How can you take the exam alone?" Bessie looked back and looked at the girl around him.

"It doesn't matter. I can do it myself." Qin Qing shook her head to show that it was OK. She took out her guide stick and stretched it to the ground. When she first came to the environment, she still needed tools to avoid obstacles.

"Well... Be careful yourself." Bessie also felt that it was difficult to care for the girl during the exam. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "it doesn't matter, not this time, but next time."

This encouragement seemed to imply that Qin Qing's independent operation was doomed to failure.

"Next, Qin Qing." at this time, Xiang Le shouted his name outside the door and specially opened the door to meet him. A pair of flying peach blossom eyes smiled and blushed many female students outside the house, "here, ha ha, lend me your pretending crutch."

"Vice president, you're bullying vulnerable groups. I'll complain about you." Qin Qing casually lit a long stick to the door, smiled and continued to tease: "also, it's not called a crutch, it's called a guide stick."

With their familiar laughter, the door gradually closed. The people waiting outside looked at the new transfer student's acquaintance with the vice president with envy. Only Bessie looked at the teenager who had never looked at him from beginning to end.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she would stand up to that man through the election this time.

At this time, Qin Qing, who entered the laboratory, was taken to a large table, and Bai Ling's voice was not far away.

"The assessment is very simple. I want you to count the rose petals on this table in ten minutes."