Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

The emotion in Jiang Xixi's eyes gradually darkened.

She had contributed several articles to Ning Che, and after being beaten back, Ming Che sent an email to ask her.

Did she just die out of Jiangnan?

Jiang Xixi was afraid of being suspected by Mingche, so he dared not contribute to Mingche anymore.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked in the direction where Jiang Suisui was.

Jiang Suisui was lowering his head, as if he was writing a score.

Jiang Xixi's hands clenched into fists. If this time, Jiang Suisui handed in a score and was selected by Ming Che...

Do not!

She must not allow this to happen!

When the bell rang after class, Jiang Suisui tore off the A4 paper on which he had written the score and twisted it into a ball in his hand.

Shen Jiashu, who was sitting next to her, hadn't reacted yet.

Jiang Suisui threw the ball of paper behind him, and the ball of paper fell into the trash can at the back of the classroom without any partiality.

Li Sijue raised his head and looked in the direction where the ball of paper flew out.

He touched the inner wall of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. This little blind man really has two brushes!

"Sui Sui, how did you throw away the written score?" Shen Jiashu asked her.

"That score was written casually, it has too many flaws."

"Then what do you give to Professor Guo?"

Speaking of this, Shen Jiashu took out the folder from his backpack, and he took out a piece of A4 paper from the folder.

"Take my score, write your name, and use it to hand in your homework to the professor."

A smile overflowed in Jiang Suisui's bright eyes, "We have different handwriting, it's okay, I just hand in a blank sheet of paper."

Shen Jiashu worries that Professor Guo will not let Jiang Sui leave get out of class.

The professor of composition class sits on the podium, accepting a student's composition homework before letting a student leave.

Jiang Suisui went up with a piece of white paper, and the professor was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at her empty and focusless eyes.

He shook his head helplessly and took away the blank paper in Jiang Suisui's hand, "Let's end get out of class."

Shen Jiashu breathed a sigh of relief as Jiang Suisui walked out of the classroom.

The class professor did not expect at all that a blind man could write scores.

Jiang Xixi was the last to leave,

She polished up the score she had written to the professor. She didn't want Ning Che to question her ability again after seeing her own score.

She also didn't want to lose to Jiang Suisui in composition!

Professor Guo raised Jiang Xixi's words, and Jiang Xixi threw the obsolete draft paper into the trash can.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a ball of paper in the trash can, and the words on the paper were beautifully written.

There is also a small half of the score on it.

Jiang Xixi glanced behind him. Professor Guo had already left and there was no one in the classroom.

She bent down, picked up the ball of paper, unfolded it, and her eyes froze on the piece of music!

She flattened the paper, folded it again, and put it in her backpack...

*

After school in the evening, the roaring engine roar sounded behind Jiang Suisui.

Li Sijue's heavy locomotive came up from behind, and he pushed aside the windshield on the helmet, revealing deep and narrow eyebrows.

"Today, why don't you ride your little electric scooter?"

The blind man riding an electric motorcycle has long been noticed by Li Sijue.

Jiang Suisui walked forward lightly.

"Because today, a car came to pick me up."

"Um?"

When Li Sijue was wondering, there was the sound of vehicles honking not far away.

A dilapidated classic car parked at the school gate...

The paint on this classic car is all off, and the rearview mirror on one side is still crooked, looking from a distance, it looks like a car that will be scrapped at any time.

"Goodbye classmate Li~"

Jiang Suisui ran in the direction of the classic car. She opened the door and got into the classic car.

There were other students around, and they yelled when they saw this vintage car.

"Damn! This is too poor!"