Play Nice

Chapter 15 015: He is Teacher Jing
The vendor who lost a bundle of hydrogen balloons is on the street ahead.

Shang Ling led the hydrogen balloon over: "Master," she handed over the banknotes in her hand, "I'll pay."

The uncle knew what was going on when he saw the hydrogen balloon. He had lost so many balloons, and there was only one who came to pay for it after picking it up.

The uncle took the money: "Thank you."

The little girl is very polite and likes to laugh: "No thanks."

"Little girl, you are really kind."

What a lovely little sun.

The uncle also found five yuan in change.

Shang Lingling put five coins into his bag and started running with jingling sounds.Jing Zhao was waiting for her by the side of the road, and she came back excitedly and said, "Master praised me for being kind."

Jing Zhao does not express any opinions.

She dragged the string of the hydrogen balloon, playing up and down, as if she was walking a cat that resembled Jing Qianqian.

"You are the one who praised you." Shang Lingling still had this bit of self-knowledge.

Jing Zhao didn't answer, and hummed, which was a response.

"How can I pay you back?"

"No need to pay."

The last time I scratched the car was the same, whether he was too generous or too repulsive.Shang Lingling actually didn't have much patience, but she gave all her patience to Jing Zhao.

She found an excuse that sounded good: "No, our kind fairy never takes advantage of anyone."

The corners of his mouth moved, as if smiling.

He doesn't smile often, at least the business leaders don't see much.

"Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

She took out her mobile phone from her bag and sent the friend request: "I added you on WeChat, you agree, I will transfer the hydrogen balloon money to you."

He said again: "No need to pay."

Shang Lingling stretched out his hand, originally wanting to pull his clothes, but forget it: "Jing Zhao."

She didn't wait for his answer.

"Jing Zhao."

"Jing Zhao."

She didn't act coquettish deliberately, she just had a good voice, her tone was softer and slower, it sounded like a bag of butter bursting into flowers, soft and sweet.

"scene--"

Jing Zhao's footsteps stopped suddenly, and Shang Lingling slammed into it, his hand loosened, and the hydrogen balloon flew.

"My balloon flew."

She touched her forehead, which didn't hurt, because she was so close, she could smell the faint fragrance of grapefruit on Jing Zhao's body.

It was the shower gel that Ms. Lu asked someone to purchase from abroad. The enthusiastic Ms. Lu also recommended the shower gel to Shang Lingling.

She smiled and complained: "It's all because of you, it made my balloon fly."

There was no rain at the moment, and as soon as the thread was loosened, the hydrogen balloon spread its legs and flew away.

Jing Zhao looked up and saw that he had already flown away: "Well, it's up to me." As long as his voice was a little softer, it sounded as if he wanted to pluck the stars and the moon for you, and it would confuse people, "So money doesn't matter Turn around, and I will pay you."

The stars and the moon are all broken, all glass slag.

Business leader: "..."

How can you add WeChat if you don't let her transfer money!
Shang Xiaoyang showed all his patience: "No need to pay." The money must be transferred.

With his hands in the pockets of his coat, he walked in front, and the wind was not as sloppy as him: "We kind people never take advantage of others."

The self-proclaimed kind-hearted Fairy Shang who never takes advantage of others: "..."

The difficulty of doing Jing Zhao is better than piecing together a corpse with all the bones broken.

On the way back, the leader of the business was so unhappy that he didn't say a word to Jing Zhao.He was also quiet, and played a piece of cello music. For more than 40 minutes, he just let it loop.

The car did not drive into the garage of Xingyue Mansion, Jing Zhao parked the car at the entrance of the community.

"You go up first."

Shang Lingling slowly unfastened his seat belt: "Are you still going out?"

He didn't answer directly: "Leave the things you bought in the car first, and I will help you move them when I come back."

Very good, the reason for not being able to move things doesn't work anymore.

The business leader was frustrated: "Oh."

She got out of the car, and Jing Zhao drove the car away.

At this point, after the elementary school is over, Jinghe Dong sells small octopus balls at the entrance of the elementary school behind the community.

Jing Zhao parked the car on the opposite road.

Little Maruko rolled on the east side of Jing River: "Why are you here? Are you not busy?"

"Fortunately."

Jing Zhao took a pair of disposable chopsticks from under the tricycle, ripped off the outer packaging bag with his teeth, and took an octopus ball.

"I'm too busy." When the little balls were cooked, Jinghe hurriedly put them in a box, "You came just in time, help me deliver a takeaway."

"Where are you sending it?"

Jing Hedong packed it up, put it in a bag, and put two pairs of chopsticks in: "Huacheng University."

There is a trash can next to it, Jing Zhao threw it away, and threw the chopsticks packaging bag into it precisely: "Send me the number."

The stall in Jinghe East is very small, mainly doing roadside business, and has not joined the takeaway platform, but some regular customers use WeChat and sometimes order online.

Hwaseong University is only one kilometer away from Xingyue Palace. It takes a few minutes to drive. There is no access control in the school, and outsiders can also enter.

Jing Zhao came to deliver food a few times, so he knew the way, and the Seventeenth Building was in the innermost.

He dialed the guest's phone: "Hello, is this Ms. Sha?"

The other party was taken aback: "Huh?"

Jing Zhao gave her full name: "Sand Sculpture Sweet E-sports heroine Goumei Jiang."

The name is a bit long.

But it is not suitable to call each other lady sand sculpture, nor is it suitable to call lady dog.

Ms. Dog Girl Sauce: "It's me, it's me."

"The takeaway has arrived. It's downstairs in the seventeenth building. Please come and get it."

"Oh."

About ten minutes passed.

A girl wearing a dinosaur suit and home clothes came out of Building [-], looked around, and walked up to Jing Zhao, not sure: "Octopus balls?"

Jing Zhao nodded.

A girl of this age is cute and playful: "I'm Ms. Sand Sculpture's roommate, Ms. Hao Yougan."

Jing Zhao gave her the bag.

Ms. Hao Youqian: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jing Zhao returned the same way.

Ms. Hao Youqian watched "Octopus Balls" leave, and when she could no longer see anyone, she quickly called her roommate: "Goumeijiang, let me tell you, the person who delivered the food for you is a handsome guy."

Goumeijiang met Jinghe Dong and said that he clearly looks like a bear.

Ms. Hao Youqian is also a regular customer of Jinghe East: "No, no, it's not old octopus balls."

Octopus old meatballs is the nickname of Jinghe East.

Ms. Hao Youqian guessed: "It should be Octopus Xiaowanzi, the son of Octopus Laowanzi."

Octopus Marukoko Jingjian delivered takeout to Goumeijiang, and Goumeijiang said that the sound was different.

Ms. Hao Youqian understood the relationship: "It is estimated that the old octopus meatball gave birth to two small meatballs. The one you have seen is the second meatball, and this is the big meatball."

Since then, Jing Jian's nickname: Octopus Erwanzi.

Jing Zhao: Big octopus balls.

With the octopus old ball, the general name: the ball family.

Ms. Hao Yougan was excited as she walked: "I tell you, the big ball is so handsome!"

Goumeijiang said that the Erwanzi is also good.

Why is the old ball...

That must be Mrs. Maruko's good looks, and she gave birth to two beautiful balls.

Besides, Mr. Omaruko, his car was parked at the school gate. He had just left the school gate when two female students approached, one of them looked at him several times.

"Mr. Jing?"

The female student is from the photography department, and her eyes lit up when she saw Jing Zhao: "It's really you, Teacher Jing."

"I'm your fan, I've been following you for a long time."

"I really like your work!"

The female students were very excited.

Jing Zhao shook his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person."

He didn't stay, got in the car and drove away.

The female student quickly clicked on the photo album on her mobile phone, and carefully compared the idol's photos: "I'm not mistaken."

She knew that Teacher Jing didn't like to bring work into her life.

The roommate asked, "Who is Teacher Jing?"

"My destiny."

"The photographer you follow?"

The female student belatedly let out a groundhog cry: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She pinched her roommate excitedly, "It's him, it's him, I recognize it even when it turns to ashes!"

Speaking of this classmate's life-

In the photography circle, fashion circle, and entertainment circle, he is called a scene teacher. He became famous five years ago and won several international photography awards with a war-themed work. After returning to China, he collaborated with director Chen Yedu to shoot A documentary about mental illness has once again caused a sensation in China.Afterwards, he won all the awards in the photography circle. He didn’t often take portraits, and he didn’t cooperate much with the entertainment industry, but he was hired by several top luxury brands, and the top men in the circle also asked him to shoot magazines. cover.

As for female artists, he has only photographed one person.

He is very low-key and doesn't like to show his face. He has only appeared in other people's group photos, but it is the few photos that make him even more famous because he is not inferior to the artist's appearance, and because even if he is not in the photos C position, but the celebrities who posted the photos, all "honestly" called him Teacher Jing on social platforms.

In short, he is a very legendary and mysterious person.

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　　Jing Zhao: Too many nicknames.

　　Ms. Gu Meihua: Mr. Gu, Xiao Jiafu and Big Maruko choose one.

　　Jing Zhao: Big ball.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)