Sweet Green Plum Cultivation Program

Chapter 49 Come on (Part [-])

The owner of the handwriting didn't look at her, his eyes were glued to the blackboard, and he was listening to the class.

The note said: Will you go to the scene to cheer me on?
Zhou Luo silently put away the note, put it under the backing board, and continued to listen to the class with her head up.

After a few seconds, the owner of the note couldn't sit still.

He couldn't help deserting to peek at her.

Why didn't the note come back?

Is it really impossible to participate?

He looked at the side face of the girl who was seriously listening to the class with a little disappointment, then calmed down and devoted himself to the class.

……

"This is the end of today's class. After class, everyone has done the corresponding exercises for this get out of class. Class is over." Song Yao's high-heeled shoes collided with the tiles, making a crisp sound, accompanied by the bell for the end of get out of class, which sounded very pleasant.

Zhou Luo took a long breath of relief after finishing her math class, and stretched out her hands to rub the sore back of her neck.

After she relaxed, she lowered her head and cleaned up the table. In a blink of an eye, she saw the people next to her staring at her.

Not knowing why, she blinked blankly.

Bai Luofan didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Oh note.

She remembered.

She unhurriedly took out the slip of paper she put away in class from under the backing board, picked up a pen and wrote the word "go" on it, and pushed the slip of paper back in front of him.

The young man glanced down at the contents of the note, his expression relaxed, and he said softly, "You have a conscience."

Zhou Luo smiled and said, "That's right, I'll go to the printing shop to order a banner and hold it up for you while sitting in the auditorium, so that you can see it at a glance."

"What?" His smile froze, and his tone was a little disappointed: "That's all?"

Zhou Luo wondered, "I've already pulled up the banners, isn't that enough?"

Could it be that he still wants her to take a speaker and play the audio of cheering him on a loop?

He was a little discouraged seeing the girl's unresponsive look, and thought that this guy was enlightened, but she didn't think about cheerleading at all.

He glanced at her resentfully.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Luo's brain began to work rapidly, and a possibility suddenly appeared in her mind, and she lost her voice: "You don't...you want me to join the cheerleading team?"

Before he could answer, she said to herself: "But I really don't have dancing talent, I think it would be good to cheer you on in the auditorium, but it's really not good, I'll go ahead and occupy a spot at that time The most conspicuous position is always okay, right?"

He still hoped that she could join the cheerleading and cheer him on in the arena, so he pretended to sigh: "Oh, maybe I just don't have a cheerleading team to cheer him on. It's okay, it's okay to pull the banner, I can accept it."

He deliberately did not make eye contact with her, his eyes were lowered, his short hair was hanging limply on his forehead, and he looked a little depressed.

It's pretty pathetic.

Zhou Luo was softened by his appearance, but when she thought about the crowds that day, her dancing skills were a bit overwhelming.

She had no choice but to promise again and again: "Don't worry, I will stand in the most conspicuous circle and shout super loudly to cheer you up."

The corners of Bai Luofan's mouth twitched, he had already reached this point, and he couldn't push forward to ask for anything, so he had no choice but to say: "Okay."

If you pull the banner, just pull the banner, at least it's going to the scene to cheer him on, it's better than not going at all.

Thinking of this, he felt better.

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Lin Ting turned around, feeling less natural than when the two were not in the same class.

In the past, it was good for him to come to talk to her every now and then, but now that the two of them are getting closer, he feels embarrassed to look for her often.

Will she go cheer him on?

From a distance, he looked at the girl who was quietly sitting in the seat reading a book.Taking advantage of her tablemate temporarily leaving the seat, he walked over calmly and sat down beside her.

Meng Xiangting put down the book, looked at him, and smiled, "Do you have anything to say?"

He struggled in his seat for a long time just now, but now he has all the courage to see her, and said bluntly: "I want you to watch my game live."

Meng Xiangting nodded slightly, and said bluntly, "I will go and see."

"That's good." Hearing her answer, he was instantly relieved, and said with a smile: "With you cheering me on, my chances of winning will be even greater."

The eyebrows and eyes of the boy who was close at hand were raised, making her dream back to the time when they were at the same table a few years ago.

She stared blankly at him.

At that time, he really seldom laughed, every time she pestered him to talk non-stop, until the two got to know each other better, he laughed more and more.

Although Lin Ting looked upright, there was always a feeling of melancholy between his eyebrows.As soon as he laughed, the feeling disappeared in an instant, as if a beam of light suddenly shone into the dark cloudy sky.

Lin Ting stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes. When she came back to her senses, she heard him asking tentatively with some expectation: "Tingting... are you interested in joining the cheerleading team?"

The cheerleaders can watch him play at close range, and he really hopes that Meng Xiangting can go.

He would be happier if it was for him.

But Meng Xiangting hesitated, and she said with a bit of embarrassment on her face: "Unfortunately, I am not good at dancing, so I may not be able to promise you this."

He didn't show disappointment, nodded very calmly, and said gently: "It's okay, I'm already very happy if you can watch my game."

"I should be able to arrive at the scene earlier than you that day. I can help you occupy a position with a good view and see the game more clearly."

Meng Xiangting: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Lin Ting looked at her with a smile, and murmured: "The last time you watched my game was two years ago, do you remember?"

"I remember." Meng Xiangting said, "It happened in the second year of junior high school. I remember that it was raining that day. You were the last match of the final, and everyone ran away."

Lin Ting chuckled, "Yeah, the entire auditorium was empty at that time, only you were holding a small umbrella, and you stood there watching me finish the game. Not only was it raining, but it was also windy that day. Your umbrella It’s too small, it can’t cover the rain at all, and when the game is over, your clothes are all soaked, and you still refuse to leave, saying that you want to watch me present the award.”

"As a result, I had a fever when I went back. I didn't go to school for three days, and my mother scolded me for a long time." Meng Xiangting answered.

The two recalled the old events at the same time, and suddenly found it funny.

In the three years of junior high school, I was really foolish everywhere. After two years, when I think back to the things I did that I thought I was cool and cool, now I only have to be funny.

"I remember you won the championship in that competition." Meng Xiangting's eyes fell on his eyes, "So what about this time? Will you win?"

Lin Ting suddenly became serious, and said in a gentle tone: "You watched the scene, of course I will win."

He spoke very solemnly, as if he was swearing something.

Meng Xiangting smiled and said: "Okay, I will definitely go and see you win the championship for the second time."

(End of this chapter)