After the afternoon classes ended, and once she returned to the dormitory.
Song Anjing grabbed Qin Xin’s hand: "Xinxin, Q Emperor’s exhibition, can you co with , please?"
Qin Xin was drawing on a sheet of white paper, covered in symbols that Song Anjing couldn’t understand.
She said indifferently, "Not going."
Song Anjing sipped her grapefruit-flavored milk, feeling wronged: "Xinxin, I promise you, if you go to the exhibition, I swear I’ll study every night till midnight, and I’ll swear I’ll pass the end-of-term exams!"
Qin Xin: "..."
Song Anjing: "I’m begging you... Xinxin... please..."
Being begged by this sweet girl, Qin Xin felt overwheld.
She finally understood why n can’t handle won acting cute; even she, as a girl, couldn’t handle it.
Especially a simple girl like Song Anjing, who was too much to take while begging.
Qin Xin: "You said it, if you can’t achieve it..."
Song Anjing imdiately vowed earnestly: "If I can’t achieve it, I’ll stream myself eating the textbook!"
Qin Xin: "..."
Fine, just spare the textbook.
Song Anjing was overjoyed: "Xinxin, you agreed, didn’t you? I knew you’re the best, Xinxin!"
Having a roommate who cares about her studies is truly amazing.
Who would have thought she could use a vow to study well and get my approval to hang out, hahaha.
Song Anjing spun around excitedly in the dorm, staying busy: "Xinxin, can you help choose an outfit? We have VIP tickets, wearing a school uniform would be too casual, too disrespectful to Q Emperor. I want to look beautiful to see his magnificent work! Xinxin, what should I do? I feel like all my clothes are ugly and it would embarrass our VIP tickets, sob sob sob..."
Unable to bear it, Qin Xin rubbed her forehead: "That one will do."
She pointed to a plain white shirt among the pile of clothes on Song Anjing’s bed.
Song Anjing picked up the white shirt in disbelief: "Xinxin, are you sure? This one?"
Aren’t we being too casual to the master?
Qin Xin stood up and told Song Anjing to put on the shirt, then...
She took up her ink brush pen and began to paint casually on the shirt.
"Xinxin, this shirt is cheap, only one hundred yuan, but I need it for choir, sob sob sob... What if it’s ruined..."
"Xinxin, why are you holding scissors?"
"Ah, Xinxin, don’t cut my skin...!"
Qin Xin finished painting and casually made two cuts with the scissors: "Done."
Song Anjing’s face looked pitiful, on the verge of tears, as she walked to the balcony to check herself in the mirror.
In the next second.
She dashed into the dormitory, wanting to hug and kiss Qin Xin: "Xinxin, I love you! How did you paint it so beautifully? Are you a genius? This isn’t just a white shirt, it’s a piece of art!"
Even though Xinxin casually painted a few strokes and made so cuts, how could it have such a magical effect, completely showcasing her figure’s strengths while cleverly hiding her flaws, making her seem like a floating fairy with every step!
It was astonishing.
Qin Xin blocked her lips with her hand: "Ahem, weren’t you going to see the exhibition, why aren’t you leaving?"
Though a pure, lovable girl was cute, what to do when she always wanted to dash over and kiss?
Qin Xin was still wearing her black hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers as she left with Song Anjing.
One in black and one in white, they stood out among the students waiting to enter.
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