September has arrived in a blink of an eye, but the scorching heat has not disappeared.

Su Ling became popular at Z University.

Others can't tell them, but the students in their own department know Su Ling. After all, no matter how low-key and introverted they are, they are still a department. Those who have read the original work know that Jiuli is a likable character, so everyone envies Su Ling's good luck.

However, this time there are few rumors.

Su Ling is indeed very outstanding, and she is the first in several compulsory courses.

This TV series is very popular, but Qingyu still suppressed the conflict between Su Ling and Ren Bingxue before. After all, it has been a little bit dark these days, and fans don’t care whether it is real or not, and it will never end when they are tear up.

When "Twelve Years of Wind and Dust" was the most popular, someone from the Q boy's dormitory made a poster.

The boy made it in the online store and took it back and posted it on several boys and laughed: "Zhang Jun, you are addicted. You have to see you go to the next university to watch it. The live version is there, and you are drooling at a poster."

Zhang Jun flattened the corners of the poster: "What do you know? This is my goddess. I will go to see her when I'm a little bit empty."

His home is on the island, basking in the sun for a while, his skin is dark, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will be pulled out of the coals. He is usually embarrassed when he is snoring in the dormitory and is not seen wearing shorts. This time he is still concerned about his image.

While the boys were joking about him, Ni Haoyan came back after dinner.

"Squad Leader." The roommate greeted him, and Ni Haoyan nodded with a smile.

He was ranked first in Computer Class B in school, so the teacher directly asked him to be the class monitor.

"Ni Haoyan, come and see, is Zhang Jun crazy?"

Ni Haoyan raised his eyes and saw the person on the poster.

The girl above has been with him for ten years.

He was also holding a book called "Introduction to Programming". When he saw the poster, the book was deformed by him, and the smile on Ni Haoyan's face disappeared.

His roommate is still discussing.

"Zhang Jun, are you a big man embarrassed to stick this in the dormitory? Will you tear it off?"

"Do you care about me!"

"The parents are so beautiful, maybe they have a boyfriend long ago, and it's your turn."

"I just love to look at her every day, what do you want to do?"

The roommate laughed so hard, but the next moment, Ni Haoyan took out the poster like crazy.

"Hey!" Zhang Jun hurriedly said, "Squad Leader? What are you doing!"

Ni Haoyan pinched it, and the sharp poster touched his palm. He then came to his senses. It was neither tearing nor throwing it. When he thought of someone caring about it, his hands were shaking.

However, he knew that the reaction was abnormal.

Ni Haoyan calmed down and returned the poster to Zhang Jun: "The dormitory beautification competition has just been completed. The school has not yet assessed the score. The student will come in two days. If this is posted on the wall, points will be deducted."

A group of roommates: "..." makes some sense, but it is inexplicably weird.

Zhang Jun was angry: "You can't tear it off directly, it's all wrinkled, I ordered this one."

Ni Haoyan pursed her lips and whispered: "Sorry."

Ni Haoyan, the squad leader, is very popular in the class. He apologized. Zhang Jun said nothing if he was not good. Zhang Jun folded the poster and put it in the desk.

Ni Haoyan was confused all day long, and Director Ban called him but he didn't come back to his senses.

He repeatedly thought about August two years ago, when Su Ling was admitted to Z University and was still spending summer vacation at home. He had just finished his first year in high school, and the two came back from outside together. There was a female star on the community promotion screen.

Seeing Su Ling looking at the screen for several times, Ni Haoyan raised his eyebrows: "Will you succeed in the future? He stuttered when he said something."

She was a little dissatisfied, and her fair skin turned into a faint pink in the sun, but she didn't refute him, just said with bright eyes: "I will work hard."

At that time, he actually believed that she would be popular.

After all, she doesn't need to say anything or do anything. A seventeen-year-old girl has such a face and just standing there can make any man's hormones secrete quickly. For a few years, who can withstand that beauty?

This is how the disaster will take.

Now she is really about to become popular, but they have become strangers before. He has no reason to scold Zhang Jun for kissing the poster.

He didn't even dare to say that this was his cousin.

But it's September.

September 12th is Su Ling’s birthday, and she should be 20. It is a big day for anyone to spend ten, but Su Ling has no family now.

Ni Haoyan thought that his parents and Ni Jianan would definitely not remember it.

Where is grandma? Grandma mentioned that Su Ling was only silent, not knowing whether it was pain or guilt.

Will anyone celebrate her birthday? How many people in this world remember the days when God sent angels to the mortal world?

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Since the start of school, Su Ling has had a high return rate at school, and people have come to ask her for an autograph from time to time.

She couldn't help but laugh and agreed one by one.

She had never learned that kind of casual signature, and what she wrote to them was neatly crafted and regular script. Su Ling wrote the two words "Su Ling" in a straightforward manner, as well as her personality, without any sense of incongruity.

Yunbu smiled and said, "Lingling, you're changing your signature style. How tired you are. Why don't we find someone to design one for you and then you can imitate it?"

Su Ling shook her head and just smiled.

Today is Wednesday, and Su Ling and Yunbu both have dance classes. This course is an elective, and there are not many students enrolled in the class.

Su Ling changed her clothes and dance shoes and went out to class.

The teacher who taught them was a middle-aged lady in her forties with elegant temperament.

When Qin Xiao parked his car in the basement and looked for her class schedule, he saw a group of young girls practicing dancing in the dance studio.

The dance studio has a mirror with a whole wall.

The small speaker in the classroom was playing a gentle tune.

It is like the soft words of Wudi in the south of the Yangtze River, humming an unknown song.

Qin Xiao had never heard of that song.

His eyes almost fell on her, wearing a black dance tight dress.

The girl has a graceful shape, her chest is bulging in front and her waist is slender.

She was dressed loosely before, but he never thought that her waist was so thin that she could pinch it in her palm and break it whenever she broke it.

Su Ling's hair was tied up, tied into a meatball behind her head, her neck was slender, and she was lined with black clothes, and her skin was white.

They are pressing their legs.

She could easily lift her legs to the height above her head, and the girl's body was incredibly flexible.

He bent his lips and his body changed.

After all, I am twenty-seven, so I can't help but think of some beautiful things.

Qin Xiao admitted that he was a bird or a beast.

He did not wear such luxurious clothes today, like a teenager at the age of college, wearing a very ordinary white shirt. His watch was taken off and he changed into sports shoes.

As he walked along the way, many people were discussing which handsome guy from the department he was? Why haven't you seen him before?

Of course he has never seen it before. He even refused to go to business magazines. There are many people who know his name, and few people who can match his face.

When Su Ling turned her head, she saw the man outside the window.

"..." She hadn't seen him for a long time and thought he had given up. After all, the two of them had an unhappy relationship that day, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she had a bang in her mind and knew that this matter was not over and might not be over for the rest of her life.

Thinking about it makes people feel heartbroken.

However, the teacher was still explaining some movements. He looked at her outside, and his eyes were too aggressive for Su Ling. She felt uncomfortable even if she raised her hand...

But the man didn't know how to restrain himself, with a smile in his eyes, only looking at her.

Some of the classmates saw him and looked out curiously, guessing whose boyfriend it was.

Su Ling pursed her lips and her cheeks turned red.

She raised her hand and the teacher came to her: "Is there anything wrong? Su Ling."

"Teacher Yuan, I'm not feeling well, can I leave first?"

Su Ling had never asked for leave. Teacher Yuan was elegant and Buddhist, and didn't care about these things at all, so she smiled and said, "Go to the hospital and have a good rest."

After a short conversation, Su Ling was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She rarely lie, let alone lie to the teacher.

There are very few lies she told in her two lives, but they are almost all related to Qin Xiao.

Su Ling went to the locker room to change her clothes, stared at the students' thoughtful ambiguous eyes, and walked out through the back door.

She carried her dancing clothes and didn't look at him, but after a while, he followed.

On Wednesday evening, the sunset is warm and yellow.

Her figure was made into a slender and exquisite style. The dance studio was built in a slanted manner, and there were not many people here.
To be continued...