Rebirth of my 26-year-old landlady

Chapter 63 Entering Her Heart (Second)

Lin Qin knew that if he took advantage of He Bailu's sleep, he would kiss him.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Even if it is discovered.

It should be able to come out in fifteen days at most.

Looking at that moving face, Lin Qin finally gave up this idea.

After all, there will be opportunities in the future.

It's time to be aboveboard, my dear.

So he tried to call out: "Sister Lu?"

At this time, He Bailu was not completely asleep.

She was indeed sleepy.

But her consciousness is still there.

After Lin Qin called her, He Bailu slowly woke up.

She watched the TV, and then asked, "Is the movie over?"

"Yes." Lin Qin nodded: "I think you want to sleep, why don't you go to bed early."

"it is good."

He Bailu stood up and straightened her back slightly.

She immediately looked at Lin Qin and said, "Then I'm going to bed, do you still want to watch TV?"

"I don't watch it."

"Okay, then go to bed early, good night."

"Good night."

After the two said good night to each other, Lin Qin also returned to his room.

He took the clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.

He Bailu on the other side was also doing the same thing.

After spending the night with each other, she gained a lot of impression points for this young brother tenant.

[Maybe he can be a good friend. 】

This was what He Bailu thought before going to sleep.

As for Lin Qin, he certainly didn't stop at being friends.

If you're friends, you can't do anything else.

[Get in touch with her slowly and walk into her heart, anyway, there is still plenty of time. 】

At this time, Lin Qin's mental activity.

The next morning, Lin Qin woke up early.

When he opened the door, he found that He Bailu hadn't come out.

It is estimated that she went to bed too late last night, so she is probably still sleeping.

After Lin Qin washed up, he went downstairs to buy some breakfast.

Before leaving, he sent He Bailu a message.

Lin Qin: [Sister Lu, I just went to have breakfast, and I bought it for you by the way. The breakfast is on the table. I bought some corn dumplings. I don’t know if you like them haha. 】

As for He Bailu, he couldn't show the behavior of selling breakfast for her specially.

Be sure to pass by.

Everything is done by the way.

Only in this way can He Bailu feel no pressure in his heart.

Only in this way can he truly enter her heart.

Not long after, Lin Qin returned to the dormitory.

The three roommates in the dormitory are still sleeping.

Lin Qin turned on the computer and glanced at yesterday's stock market.

Although many stocks are green, the Moutai I bought has risen a bit.

The unit price has risen from 75 yuan to 84 yuan.

The market conditions of the past few days have also made Lin Qin a small fortune.

But this was not enough, because Lin Qin had to raise 4 yuan within a month.

Although the bidding fee for that store is only 2 yuan, but the rent is paid with one deposit and two, and here it is nearly [-] yuan.

The remaining [-] was used to decorate and purchase milk tea equipment.

At present, if you add the money in the stock and sell all the snacks purchased for this month, you should have about 2 on hand.

It was still ten thousand short of the minimum target of thirty thousand.

"I have to think of a way to make some money."

Lin Qin thought about it.

Just when he was thinking of an idea, Xiao Qiuting sent a message.

Xiao Qiuting: 【Why hasn't the three-quote writing contest been announced yet? 】

After Lin Qin saw it, he smiled knowingly.

He also quickly replied: [Don't worry, there are so many people participating, there must be many. 】

It can be said that his current focus is only three things.

Xiao Qiuting, He Bailu and Engage in Money.

As for studies, as long as you don't fail any subjects.

He doesn't expect to get a national scholarship, or graduate school.

After a while, Xiao Qiuting sent another message: [Are you free today and Sunday? 】

Lin Qin: [What's wrong?available. 】

Xiao Qiuting: [I want to have a dormitory fellowship haha, my roommates want to go out to play, go to the Huguang Garden next door, do you want to invite your roommates together. 】

Lin Qin: [Let me ask. 】

Then he looked up at the other three roommates.

Listen to them snoring louder than each other.

Lin Qin asked: "Haidong, Shanpeng, Pingzi, are you going to Huguang Garden?"

Huo Haidong was still in a deep sleep, didn't wake up at all, and was still snoring.

Liu Shanpeng turned around and said, "Whoever goes to Huguang Garden early in the morning, no."

"There is a girl, do you want to go?"

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as Lin Qin finished speaking, Huo Haidong and Liu Shanpeng immediately got up from the bed.

Chen Ping was also woken up by the battle.

I saw Huo Haidong propping his hands on the bed excitedly, and asked happily: "Is there a girl?! How many people?"

"It's Qiu Ting's roommate. The four of them want to go to Huguang Garden to play. Do you want to go together?" Lin Qin explained.

Huo Haidong nodded immediately, showing his tongue, and his smile brightened.

Liu Shanpeng was a little twitchy: "Oh, I already have girlfriends, isn't that good?"

"I told you to go to the park, but I didn't tell you to pick up girls. We're here to get some fresh air!" Huo Haidong said righteously.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chen Ping: "Pingzi, you have to go! You kid, you talk badly when you see girls, and you are so scared to death. What are you afraid of!"

Chen Ping wondered: "Okay."

Seeing that everyone was going, Liu Shanpeng waved his hand: "Okay then, I'll go too. Alas, really, I said I'm going to sleep. Really, when you hear about girls, you are the most active."

Ten minutes later, Liu Shanpeng stood at the door of the dormitory and urged: "Can you hurry up! Girls are waiting impatiently!"

"Who the hell said we were the most positive just now?! Damn it!"

Finally, the four people in the dormitory went out amidst laughter.

On the other side, all members of the Literary Federation Department of the Student Union were having a meeting in the classroom.

I saw the head of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles standing on the podium and talking to everyone: "Today we will select the three best works from these more than 300 letters, as the top three in our three-line calligraphy competition. "

"You grade the more than 300 works one by one, and then take the average score and arrange them from high to low. If there is a big difference in scores, we will take them out and appreciate them individually. We are like changing the composition of the college entrance examination. no problem?"

"no problem."

"Okay, let's start scoring the works now!"

For the next hour, the ten members of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles all looked at the computer seriously.

They are all looking at the works that participated in the Sanxing calligraphy competition.

The number of works this time is very large, as many as 300.

However, the quality of many three-line books is uneven.

It includes some "I love you, you love me" basics.

The students of the Federation of Literary and Cultural Affairs Department also scored very quickly, and they made more than half of the progress in a short time.

Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly according to the development of things.

A classmate who counts the average score found a clue.

That is the No. 174 work, and there is a big difference in scores.

He immediately looked at the minister and said, "Minister, we have a work with a relatively large difference."

After hearing this, the minister of the Federation of Literary and Cultural Affairs was a little surprised.

Because they had already held a three-quote writing contest last year, this time they should be very confident in appreciating the works, how could there be works with a large difference in value.

So he walked over and asked, "Which one?"

"This is it."

The member pointed to the computer and said, "In our group, one scored ten points, one scored three points, one scored nine points, and one scored five points."

After the others heard it, they also looked at the computer.

They were also curious which work it was.

The minister was looking at the computer seriously at this time.

She is a girl who likes to read some literary works on weekdays.

The original intention of creating this event is to let everyone have a literary atmosphere.

When she saw the works on the computer, she couldn't help but read:
"The crab is shelling me, the notebook is writing me.

I fell on the maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky.

And you are thinking of me. "

When the minister finished reading, other students also had an impression.

"I seem to have scored three points for this."

"I scored five."

"I feel average, not too amazing."

But there was also a classmate among them who argued hard: "No, no, no, if you read it carefully, it will have great meaning."

"What does that mean?"

"How could the crab be peeling my shell?"

"I feel a bit like writing blindly."

The minister didn't say a word at this time, she pondered seriously.

Not long after, she laughed: "This work is probably going to be No.1."

"Ah? Are the minister's three poems really that powerful?"

"I don't feel it."

"Me too."

The minister then analyzed one by one: "You may not understand it at first glance, but when you read it a second time, you may still be vague. In fact, I am the same, but when you read it a few times, you will suddenly understand. , I think it’s amazing.”

As she spoke, she asked her classmates to project the computer screen on the podium, and everyone was admiring it.

"This poem actually has three layers of meaning. The first layer is that the crab is really peeling my shell, the notebook is really writing about me, the sky full of me is really falling on the maple leaves and snowflakes, and you are really thinking I."

The minister held a laser pointer and drew on the screen: "Everyone should know the meaning of this level, right?"

"Yes."

"We know that."

The members all nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then let's read the second level of meaning." The minister continued: "The second level, reverse all these, I am shelling crabs, I am writing a notebook, the sky is full of maple leaves and snowflakes are falling on me, and I miss you."

"Fuck!"

"Can it still be like this?"

"in turn?"

"awesome!"

At this moment, the students in the classroom were also surprised.

Seeing that they were all so surprised, the minister continued: "As for the third floor, in reality, these are all impossible. The crab can't be peeling my shell, the notebook can't be writing about me, I can't Falling on the maple leaves and snowflakes, you can't possibly be thinking of me."

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Now, everyone in the classroom is talking shit.

Use the most vulgar language to express the most sincere feelings.

On the other hand, Lin Qin naturally didn't know that his poems had been released for public analysis.

He was happily watching Xiao Qiuting and the others walking in his direction.

Unexpectedly, this time it was not Xiao Qiuting who was excited, but Su Yu, the roommate next to her, kept shouting after seeing her: "The great poet! I saw the great poet!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Huo Haidong and the others became puzzled.

Their eyes seemed to say: Good guy, have you hooked up with a little sister again? !Otherwise, why would she call you a wet man!

(End of this chapter)