Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Zhao Qingyu was about to cry, many students also urged quickly. There was still someone who followed her words just now and screamed no worries, let her persuade.

"Persuasion?" Zhao Shen hesitated. "Are we called quarrels? This is communication, but the voice is a little louder, right!"

The male student was not a fool. He thought that Zhao Qingyu's words were strange just now. He had an argument with Zhao Shen because Zhao Shen was too uncomfortable to talk about, and Lang Lang was worry-free. I can't help but regret why I took the risk.

When Zhao Shen said this, he immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, don't talk nonsense! We didn't fight."

"You choose slowly, and we don't participate anyway, so we leave in advance." Rolling up and worry-free stood up and walked outside the classroom.

Zhao Qingyu hurriedly stopped them: "Don't leave, the teacher didn't say you can leave."

"We have a problem, and we will ask for leave from the teacher."

Zhao Qingyu watched the two men go away, his rolling hands holding Wuyou firmly, and the jealousy in her heart was as if she was about to suffocate. Why worry-free exists! When she first met Lang Xuanyuan from junior high school, she liked him. In order to get a class in high school, she asked her family to say hello to school.

She thought it was like a rumor, and she didn't like worry-free, but she couldn't keep up with it! As long as there is no worry, she can't see her. That being the case, then she cannot be allowed to exist!

"Zhao Qingyu? Zhao Qingyu?" Li Xin yelled at her a few times, "What are you doing to stay with you? Hurry up and vote."

Out of the teaching building, worry-free suddenly left.

"What's wrong?" He turned and looked at her.

Painlessly patted his arm and let go of his hand. "It's true, parents don't care, there are so many things in school."

Caesar doesn't care if you are in love or not, but one of the rules of the school is that the school should not hold hands, hug, or any intimate actions in public. Billowing is used to walking without worry, so he often reminds him without worry.

"That Zhao Qing language, if we talk about it again, we will talk to her." Walking in front of Wuyou rollingly, said, "She made it clear that she was targeting you."

Worry slowed down, fearing that he would fall too fast: "There is no need to meet with children."

"You're two years older than her!" Rolled his eyes, "It's almost like twenty years old."

Wuyou looked at him and said nothing, and raised his hand: "Yes, yes, you are older and mature than us, we are little farts!"

"Stairs." Worry-free reminded him.

Rolling around, waiting for her a few steps: "Yes, I sent a text message to the teacher, and said that there was something at home to ask for leave."

When Zhao Qingyu went to the office to submit the list, he just heard several class teachers talking.

"You're in luck, Lang Wuyou is in your class, she's a bully!"

"I heard that kid can do anything? Is it true?"

"It seems like, it did well in junior high school, I think ... we don't know what she does."

"They are Lang's successor, of course, great."

"Don't you say that, do you know how tired it is to train a successor? You look at Lang Xuanyuan, like a young master all day long, each test is 60 points, it seems that one more test will take his life."

"Yeah ... the little girl is studying so well, I don't know how hard it is ..."

Zhao Qingyu's eyes flashed, and he pushed in the door: "Teacher, the list is out!"

"Whisper!" The class teacher beckoned, "Just right, you take this file back to everyone to see, after National Day is the school day, each class must report five programs, and then the school selects three to go up."

"Let everyone think about it, participate actively, and report back next week."

As soon as I entered the classroom the next day, I saw everyone excitedly talking.

"No worries!" Zhang Jian biting a straw and drinking milk tea, "Come on, it's school celebration!"

The focus of Caesar's celebration is not on the party, but on tourism after the party. Starting in senior grades, take turns to play. This is Caesar's tradition. Every time I go to a foreign country, the cost is paid by the school. In short, it is all kinds of excitement!

"One less program in our class!"

Li Xin won Cao Huier yesterday and is now a member of the arts and is holding a piece of paper to register for the show.

Yuan Yiming pulled Zhao Shen and ran over to talk about cross talk. Li Xin disagreed and noisyly noisy. Until a week later, it was time to hand it over to the teacher.

"Classes that study well are not good at all." Li Xin felt particularly unfulfilled, and most of the class were learners, and had never been interested in performing such activities.

"Will Yuan Yiming let them talk about cross talk?"

Zhao Qingyu put the list in good order: "It's okay, just one is enough. Anyway, I can only get three."

When the teacher announced the show, everyone found that the last one was a worry-free piano solo.

"Teacher, is it wrong?" Raised his hands, "Wuyou didn't sign up."

Zhao Qingyu also stood up: "Teacher, the list I submitted is not Lang Wuyou?"

"No?" The teacher stunned, "No, you finally wrote Lang Wuyou's piano solo, I already reported it."

Zhao Qingyu looked at Li Xin. Li Xin was completely confused: "It's impossible, there were only four shows at the time, and you said that nothing would be worse than one."

"I didn't check the list ..." Zhao Qingyu bit his lip, "but I believe in Li Xin."

Li Xin's eyes glared: "Do you mean that I myself decided to report Lang Wuyou?"

"Of course it is impossible." Zhao Qingyu said in a hurry, and his eyes became watery again. "I mean, there is no problem with the list between us and two, we just reported on four shows."

Li Xin was almost disgusted by her look, and said with a stern face to the teacher, "Teacher, the list I reported to Zhao Qingyu is four shows, and I don't know what happened."

"Don't bother you, since the show newspaper is up, then Lang Wuyou will go and perform." The teacher smiled and looked at Wuyou with a smile. "Can Lang Wuyou be?"

Zhao Qingyu's eyes flashed: "But ... Lang Wuyou won't play the piano ..."

"Don't underestimate the worry-free classmates!" The teacher laughed, "How much she can!"

Zhang Yan wows, turns his head and asks: "No worries, do you really play?"

"It will be a little." Nodded worry-free.

"That's the case, it's settled." The teacher clapped the board. "Students with a program can skip the self-study every afternoon from now on and rehearse the program."

She deliberately looked at her and said, "Students who don't participate are not allowed to follow along, and study hard in the classroom!"

The classmates laughed and no one noticed that Zhao Qingyu lowered his head and looked ugly.

"Why promise to go to the show?" He asked dissatisfied after school. "You haven't played the piano for a long time."

Wuyou really studied piano for a few years. That was what Tang Duo thought little girls should learn to sing and dance. Then there was a piano at home.

Later, it was Tang Duo who found out that she didn't like it, so she told her not to force it and not to learn. Worry-free or continue to learn, purely because she does not have the habit of abandoning halfway.

"If you go to practice the piano, you won't have time to ride a horse." Holding her face rolling, "Why help them out? The ghosts know if they claimed your name on their own."

The only entertainment Wuyou likes is horse riding. Caesar has a horse farm in Houshan, where students can take equestrian courses. If you want to ride, you will be charged, but the most important thing for Caesar's students is money.

"It's going to be cold next month." Wuyou took his hand off. "Don't you hate riding in winter the most?"

I feel that I wear too much in winter and I am not handsome at all on the horse.

"Then I will accompany you to practice the piano!"

As a result of the waywardness of the young master, ... stay in the classroom for self-study.

"Classmate Lang Xuanyuan, have you finished your role? Zhao Qingyu stood at the desk with a smile," It's time to close my homework! "

Hugging her phone in the rankings, ignored her.

Zhao Qingyu bit his lip without snoring, and glared at him.

"I said ..." Yuan Yiming looked up. He was just shot with a headshot. "Dr. Zhao, don't you know he never does his homework?"

"But ... isn't that junior high school ..." Zhao Qingyu said with a worried expression, "Now in high school, if I don't do my homework, my grades won't go up, how do I get to college ...

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Yuan Yi sang, "You tease me, monitor? We don't take college exams, that's how the children of poor people change their destiny. What do we do? Go to work in another company Hahahaha ... "

Zhao Qingyu's face turned white, and he simply ignored him. He looked at him and said, "You can write a little, otherwise how can I explain it to you and the teacher!"

"Just say I didn't write." Throw the phone away, "No need to explain."

Zhao Qingyu gritted his teeth and shook his head: "No, the teacher won't impress you."

"Teacher, you worry too much!" Smiled. "The teacher won't impress me. At least I never get into trouble. Compared with those lawless students in the school, the teacher must think that I am very good. , Don't believe you to ask. "

Zhao Qingyu finally left. He looked at her back and sneered, his eyes taunted.

"I said she must like you." Yuan Yiming whispered twice. "Don't say what this little white flower looks like, it's really painful!"

Glancing at him, "Do you like it?"

"I don't want it!" Yuan Yiming immediately shook his head. "This kind of girl looks at a small white flower with bumblebees in her bones. I won't give it to you anytime soon!"

It ’s been half a month since you have no worries, and she feels OK when she comes to practice the piano today. When the meeting is over, she will return the key. It should be no problem to play it twice at home during the performance.

Next to the piano room is where Li Xin danced. They opened the door and gave the key to Li Xin. When they entered the piano room, they found that they didn't know who had lowered the temperature of the air conditioner.