"Hey, I'll give this to you..." Qingqing looked at Shangguan Jing with big eyes flashing.

Shangguan Jing looked down and saw a bat-shaped sachet on her hand, embroidered with purple silk thread, noble and steady, with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

"Thank you for borrowing the notes to show me last time. This is a sachet I made with my own hands. The dried flowers inside are just osmanthus and vanilla, not a precious thing. Keep them for fun." Qingqing smiled slightly.

Shangguan Jing heard that she said that it was not a valuable thing, so it was hard to refuse her kindness. Besides, she also liked her new classmates very much. Although she only met twice, she could feel that she was a very simple and sincere girl.

"Okay, then I'll keep it, thank you!" Shangguan Jing replied with a bright smile.

Seeing that she stopped, Qingqing felt relieved. Unexpectedly, her background was of good character, neither arrogant nor impatient, nor looked down on others. Her favor for Shangguan Jing was rising sharply.

In the boy camp opposite, Fang Ziyu sat in the first row behind Mr.

A boy next to him stared at the girl opposite him and stared at him. Then Fang Ziyu whispered: "Hey, which one is your sister on the other side?"

Fang Ziyu frowned. How did he know that there was his own girl opposite him?!

He looked at him in confusion without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, the boy chuckled and said, "Your brother told me, okay, don't be stingy, tell me which of those people is your sister?"

"What do you want to know about this?" Fang Ziyu glanced at him and said vigilantly.

This guy is the most colorful and loves to provoke girls. Judging from his appearance, he doesn't want to provoke his three sisters, right?

"Isn't this a poem about to be played soon? I got to know you in advance. If I meet your sister later, I'll give in." He said it for granted.

Fang Ziyu said lightly: "They are also trying to participate. You don't have to give in... Even if I meet them myself, I won't give in."

Hearing this, the boy looked at him with disgust: "Tsk tsk, you are not the one who is like this, and your sister doesn't let you do anything about it."

Fang Ziyu glanced at him and didn't want to pay attention to him.

But after a while, he automatically posted it up again: "Hey, I said, look at the second row opposite, the two girls in the middle are pretty good. Is it your sister..."

Fang Ziyu didn't look up, and knew who he was talking about. As soon as he came in, he saw Qingqing sitting in the middle. Qingqing was beautiful. He knew that the girl sitting next to Qingqing was also good-looking, but this guy was really. No one was beautiful, and he just stared at them so hard.

Especially this guy was still staring at his cousin Qing, but he didn't know how embarrassed he was when he thought of her. Fang Ziyu felt a little confused when he thought of her.

He moved his body and sat upright, suddenly raised his hand to hold the boy's head, twisted him hard, and threatened unpleasantly: "Your look is not afraid of scaring people! You don't want the dean to come in and see your virtue later! Our position is very obvious... If you don't want to be deducted credits, be honest."

The boy was shocked and quickly withdrew his eyes and did not dare to look at him.

Just so happened that the two deans of the academy walked in with several gentlemen.

They sat on the rostrum in the middle of the venue. After the two deans pushed each other, the dean of Ziyang Academy delivered a speech and announced the opening of the first joint poetry competition.

The students all applauded warmly, and amid the applause in the tide, Shangguan Jing's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Because, she saw the man on the far right of the rostrum!

Shangguan Jing's eyes were burning, her face turned red, and she muttered in her heart.

Cousin...why did he come? Was he here to be a judge? Or...
Chapter completed!