The cover still has RM's logo, a huge dark red rose.

"The photo album is quite high-quality." Lin Jihuan was even more confused. She opened it and said, "Inside this photo album -"

The words stopped abruptly.

She stared blankly at the first page of the photo album, and even the thoughts that only a scholar could have had stopped at this moment.

The photographer hired by RM is naturally one of the top international level, and he has a very good command of the lens.

This photo has clear light and shadow. The red dress and roses blend together perfectly. The girl has black hair and red lips, which is so beautiful that it captures your heart.

The classmates around him were also silent.

Si Fuqing's current traffic is indeed not small, and the studio has just been established today, so the topic is very high.

Most of her fans are young students, and many people in the class are her fans.

The classroom was too quiet, and Nian Yian felt something was wrong. He slowly raised his head and heard a howl like a killing pig.

"Holy shit! This is Qingqing...Qingbao's photo album?!"

"Ahhhhh, I'm crazy!"

"Help, help! When was this picture of her taken?! How come I've never seen it before? Look at these breasts and legs, they're amazing!"

Screams came and went.

Nian Yi'an's eyes fell on Lin Jihuan, who was also stunned: "..."

He just wanted a few signed photos, how come it turned into a photo album?!

No wonder he felt the weight was wrong when he received it.

"Ah ah ah!" A girl could no longer control her hands, "Ji Huan, lend me a day, I'll take a picture, just take a picture!"

"The first picture is so beautiful. What comes next? Come on, come on, come on. Is there anything we can't see?"

"There is also a signature! Oh my God, who sent this to you?"

"No!" Lin Jihuan reacted and quickly put the photo album away, "I haven't read it yet. When I finish reading it, I will put it on the bookshelf and offer it to you, so I won't give it to you."

The bell rang just at this moment, and the evening self-study began. Others could only reluctantly return to their seats.

Throughout the evening self-study period, Lin Jihuan received countless small notes asking her to borrow her photo album, but she pretended not to see them all.

When school was finally over, Nian Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to ride home.

"Hey! My deskmate, eh, wait a minute." Lin Jihuan caught up with her, and she was extremely sure, "It's from you, right?"

Nian Yian was confused: "What?"

"Come on, stop pretending." Lin Jihuan pointed to the greeting card, "If you don't do your homework, others won't know your handwriting. I've been sitting at the same table with you for so long, how can I not know your handwriting like a dog?"

Nian Yi'an: "..."

He didn't know for a moment whether this sentence was scolding him.

He smiled helplessly and could only admit: "Well, just think of it as a gift in return for giving me tutoring."

"Ah, you are so kind." Lin Jihuan was surprised, "It's normal for classmates to help each other. You don't have to give me anything, but I really like this photo album. Can I pay for it?"

Nian Yian smiled: "No, I'll make up for the tuition fee."

"But I haven't heard from RM officials that there will be any photo album, and there is no corresponding material in Qingbao's super talk." Lin Jihuan pondered, "Although Qingqing has a station sister, it is impossible for her to go inside RM."

She squinted her eyes: "Tell me honestly, where did you come from? What is your relationship with my family Qingqing?"

Nian Yi'an: "..."

The detective at his desk got pregnant?

"Forget it, seeing that you are in such a difficult situation, I won't force you to question you." Lin Jihuan patted him on the shoulder and said righteously, "Brother, don't worry, don't talk about Chinese and English. I've covered all your subjects, I promise.

After completing the supplementary courses and taking the first mock test at the beginning of the semester, you will be ranked among the top 100 in the school."

Beizhou No. 1 Middle School has thirty classes per age group and sixty students in each class.

Nian Yian's performance has always been in the bottom 300.

Nian Yian took a deep breath and smiled: "Then you should kill me."

"No, no, no. Although I don't know how you got Qingqing's photo album, but you are so sincere, I have to work hard." Lin Jihuan clenched his fist, "Hey, let's not talk anymore, you

My little girlfriend is already here, I’m leaving first. I don’t know how to do my homework today and ask me via QQ. Bye.”

Nian Yi'an was about to say something, but he couldn't help but frown when he heard what happened: "Wait a minute, what little girlfriend?"

Lin Jihuan was already contentedly holding Si Fuqing's photo album and ran away.

As soon as she ran away, a gentle voice sounded: "Classmate Nian."

Nian Yian knows who he is without even looking.

Reconnecting Lin Jihuan's previous words, his eyes turned cold: "You didn't say anything random in school, did you?"

Ning Tingyi was stunned and pursed her lips: "No, no."

Nian Yi'an didn't have time to pay attention to her, hung his schoolbag on his shoulder, and rode away.

After returning home, he called Si Fuqing to ask her how she was doing today.

"By the way, Sister Qingqing, why did you send a photo album?" Nian Yian pressed her head, "All the classmates in my class went crazy."

"Huh? The photo album is convenient for collection." Si Fuqing responded, "What are you crazy about?"

Nian Yi'an described the scene at that time.

Si Fuqing's fox eyes lit up: "You said your cute, pretty and good-looking deskmate is a fan of E?"

"Yes, crazy fan." Nian Yian said quietly, "But she...she is your mother's fan."

He is also the type of fan who was encouraged by Lin Jihuan to popularize science.

Si Fuqing: "..."

She hung up the phone expressionlessly.

How can a girl younger than her be a fan of her mother?!

What an unscientific world.

**

Two days later, "Sixty-six Days to Survive" officially ended.

The last two issues are still being edited, and the number of online reservations has reached 50 million.

It is also a star variety show, and its influence is not low.

The next day is Tianle Media’s annual banquet.

Si Fuqing is preparing all plans to ensure that everyone else at the banquet is foolproof.

Yu Xiheng came back at seven o'clock in the evening.

Then I saw the girl curled up into a small ball on the sofa, sleeping like a fox with its tail curled up.

Feng San hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Brother Ninth, Miss Si has been busy all day and is so tired that she fell asleep. I can't wake her up."

He didn't dare to say it because he was afraid of being beaten by Si Fuqing.

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng kept his eyebrows still and said calmly, "Go and prepare something to eat."

Feng San stepped back: "Yes."

It was completely dark outside the window, with only lights left.

Yu Xiheng stepped forward, put her hand on Si Fuqing's head and patted her gently: "Get up, don't sleep here, it's not comfortable here, go to the bedroom."

"I'm sorry." Si Fuqing vaguely heard someone calling her, and turned around, "You don't care where I sleep, why are you so annoying?"

Her voice at this time was also small, hazy and too soft.

Yu Xiheng sighed, feeling helpless: "You really can't get up?"

"I really can't open my eyes." Si Fuqing closed his eyes and hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, "I don't want to move and I don't have the strength to move, so why don't you carry me over."

"..."

The surroundings fell silent.

Very good, scare her away and no one will bother her again.

Si Fuqing continued to sleep peacefully.

The next second, her body suddenly soared into the air.

Slender arms clasped her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Hitting the man's warm chest, the scent of cinnamon on a moonlit night suddenly approached, clear and deep.

This gentle aura mixed with a bit of sharpness was so familiar that it made Si Fuqing wake up instantly.

After three seconds of silence, she was put on the bed.
To be continued...