Chapter 12

In a small underdeveloped place like Binhu, if someone turns his words into type, it's a great thing.

Even if it only occupies a small page, it's enough to show off in front of relatives and friends for a while.

An Rong's obsession with photography stems from this pursuit.

In her opinion, her academic performance is good enough to successfully enter Beijiang middle school, and there is no motivation to improve.

To be different from other top students, she must cultivate some different hobbies and achieve good results.

Just then, her uncle gave her a valuable SLR camera as a birthday gift. So from the moment she got the camera, she was fascinated by photography.

Now it has been half a year. I have made a lot of works, but I have failed repeatedly. I not only got a lot of pocket money, but also wasted a lot of weekends. If it weren't for the father of a senior district official, the cost of developing photos and submitting contributions alone would be enough for her to feel distressed for a long time.

However, Wu Tao knows that public photography is not so difficult. An Rong just didn't find the right way. But it was not the right time to say it, so he didn't say anything and turned back to his seat.

As soon as she turned around, Zhao Li had found out that his manuscript was reading.

"A traveler was walking in the desert. Suddenly, a group of hungry wolves appeared behind him. They chased him to get up and eat. He was surprised, ran desperately and fought for his life... "

With a slap, Wu Tao pressed his palm on the manuscript.

Having just been aroused by the story, Zhao Li has no sense of "it's wrong to peek at other people's manuscripts" at the moment.

"I want to see, I want to see, I want to see! Take it away, take it away... "

Zhao Li tried her best to push Wu Tao away and remove his hand.

Wu Tao just stood still, and Zhao Li couldn't move him. A pair of eyes stared at Wu Tao's fingers, hoping to see the next word or two.

But I can't see it!

In a hurry, Zhao Li opened her mouth and bit Wu Tao's arm. Under the pain of eating, Wu Tao slapped his left hand and hit the other party's arched buttocks.

However, Zhao Li regretted it after she bit it. So it didn't use much effort, but left a faint tooth mark.

But the mouth is neither closed nor bitten, so it becomes an ambiguous kiss, kissing Wu Tao's forearm.

Until Wu Tao slapped her, she whined, her legs softened and sat down.

"How to hit people there!" Like anger, like blame. Anyway, Wu Tao didn't hear it and retorted angrily, "where should I fight?"

Zhao Li frowned and really thought about it. In the situation just now, it's rude to start; Hit your back. I'm not sick again; Kick, it's out of reach. It seems that we can only fight there

After thinking about it, Wu Tao looked up and left with a pile of things.

"What are you doing again? It's mysterious!" Zhao Li muttered and lay on the table. Her big black and white eyes turned and remembered the strange feeling brought by the slap just now

Wu Tao took the manuscript and a bosom friend magazine, went out and pushed the 28 bars and went straight to the post office.

He didn't want others to know about it before it was completed, especially gossip women like Zhao Li.

When Wu Tao returned to the classroom half an hour later, the bustling classroom suddenly fell into silence, and the whole class turned to look at him.

This reaction is wrong!

Wu Tao looked back. There was no head teacher or other teachers behind him. How could it attract the attention of the whole class?

What the hell happened?

Until a boy named Yang Guangwei broke the situation and said, "Wu Tao, I heard you were writing an article and ready to contribute to bosom friend magazine?"

"Who said that?" Wu Tao's tone was a little angry, but he wondered in his heart that he had done it secretly enough. How could he be known by others? And it seems that the whole class knows!

Yang Guangwei turned his eyes, glanced at Zhao Li's direction, but said, "nothing else. I admire your courage whether your article can be hired or not!"

That's true. After all, for most people, they don't even have the courage to read their articles in public, let alone contribute to well-known magazines.

Tang Yan in the back row stood up and shouted, "Wu Tao, can you show us your article? Let's learn! "

"No!"

Wu Tao resolutely refused and returned to her seat. Zhao Li was looking at him with a bright face.

"How did you know that?"

Zhao Li propped her chin and tapped the table with her slender fingers, making a rhythmic sound of horse hoofs.

"The article you wrote, and the bosom friend magazine you took away, plus someone saw you enter the post office, so..."

"You are really good!" Can reason! Who says big chest must be brainless. It's harmful!

He ignored that Zhao Li, as the queen of gossip, always had no lack of news channels. Just now he went to the post office and happened to be seen by a classmate. It was also normal for him to reach Zhao Li's ears.

After all, most people in this school know him.

Now that this matter has spread, Wu Tao's pressure is a little big. It's hard to have a good face for Zhao Li, the culprit.

However, Zhao Li still didn't understand the reason why he was wearing a smelly face. She curled her mouth and cried, "what are you angry with! How versatile is submission? I told them that your article was well written and wonderful! "

Just then, a few untimely voices came from behind.

"He must be unsure of his article, so he doesn't want to show us!"

"It must be. I heard that anjong photography contributed many times, but failed."

"Yes, a famous magazine, which is so easy to win?"

"It's said that the authors of those manuscripts are columnists or well-known journalists. Middle school students don't have a chance to play this!"

Hearing this, Zhao Li came up with her hot temper.

Just about to stand up, Wu Tao pressed it on his plump thigh.

"Come on, don't be ashamed. I don't think it's big enough to bring the old class here?"

"I didn't know they would say that. I never thought it would be like this ~" Zhao Li was more wronged.