Without Liang Yining by his side, Lin Jing felt that there was a lot of missing things.

When she was at home, she would not be too obvious with her father, brother and sister around her. When she returned to school, dormitory 601, she would always think of something inadvertently.

One morning after the spring starts.

Lin Jing got up earlier than Shangye. After drinking some water, she ran out of Xiafeilou in her sportswear.

After jogging for a few minutes and the full warm-up activity started, she accelerated to run to a small hill.

In January, the air is foggy, which is the coldest time.

In addition, Lin Jing got up early again, and all the way was the cold wind, fallen leaves and cold plants.

After a while, she followed the steps and arrived on the mountain.

There is a big tree here at the top of the mountain, and under the tree is a small pavilion that can only accommodate three people. On a thick branch that stretches out obliquely, a blue canvas sandbag that I don’t know who puts it here is hanging.

Lin Jing, who had not even breathed a breath, came to the sandbag and plucked it.

The sandbag shook, but her attention was not on the sandbag, and her gaze had unconsciously extended to the bottom of the mountain.

"Sentimental, sad, sad, sad, sad when you hear the birds singing, and cry when you see the fallen flowers? Even if there is only a faint sorrow at the beginning, as time accumulates, sadness will eventually flow into a river."

Finding that she seemed to be too sensitive, Lin Jing couldn't help but think of the weak, depressed, easily sad and crying, and finally, she frowned and smiled, and immediately had goose bumps all over her body.

Lin Jing, who was very chilling, subconsciously punched her.

Bang!

Lin Jing, who heard the loud noise and felt her hand piercing something, took her eyes back and took a look.

Suffer!

The subconscious punch just now broke the canvas sandbag in front.

Ruddy, iron sand was flowing out along the hole and falling to the ground.

"Whose sandbag is this? Why is it so unbeatable?"

Lin Jing muttered, then glanced around.

"Hey, it seems that someone is coming up."

Looking around, she heard the movements of running. When she looked down the mountain, someone was running up.

I could have been able to run to this remote pavilion so early, and I may have been the owner of this sandbag.

Thinking of this, Lin Jing touched her pocket and didn't bring her money. She was too hasty when she went out, and she has always lost all her habits recently.

Run away!

A thought arose in my mind, and Lin Jing immediately slipped on another road down the mountain.

About two minutes later.

A young man with a buzz cut with a tough facial contour and about twenty years old ran up. He was wearing a vest and shorts, revealing his explosive muscles.

He was jogging, his bandaged hands were doing boxing, and his mouth was also full of sound.

But when he saw most of the sandbags that had been deflated, he was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to be distrusting his eyes, so he wiped them.

"Heavenly killed, who, who had poked my sandbag again?" The young man looked angry and roared to the sky.

In the past, he hung sandbags in crowded places, but they had to be replaced once a week, because sandbags were always poked by sharp objects. After searching for a long time, he finally found such a secluded ideal place to practice boxing, but it only lasted for two weeks. Unexpectedly, he could not escape the savage skills in the end.

"Do you have to force me to practice boxing indoors?"

After roaring, he patrolled around, trying to catch the culprit who had poked his sandbag.

But he was one step late after all, because the culprit had escaped with extraordinary speed.

Lin Jing came down from the mountain, but she no longer had the interest to continue running. She returned to the dormitory and took a simple cold shower. She felt warm, so she picked up the English reading book and started reading aloud towards the window.

About half an hour later, she put down her English reading book and carried her backpack to prepare for class.

This semester, she will be very busy.

Because she only took four elective courses: "Chinese Art Tradition", "Natural Disaster", "Natural Order" and "Architectural Experience".

As for the history courses she wants to take, there are more: "General History of China", "Introduction to Chinese Historical Reform", "Introduction to Chinese Historical Change", "A Centennial Trend of Thoughts in China", "History of Britain: From the Country to the Empire"...

There are so many courses that the course director has talked to her and asked her why she took so many courses in one semester.

The more elective courses you take, the more benefits you have. Generally, freshmen who are busy just two-thirds of their elective courses will be overwhelmed.

In this regard, Lin Jing’s explanation is: The sea of ​​knowledge is endless, and he is thirsty for knowledge!

The curriculum director knows Lin Jing’s name. Usually, in a university, there are always one or two existences that ordinary people cannot understand.

So when the course director heard Lin Jing’s answer, he could only nod his head to agree.

After leaving Xia Feilou, riding a bicycle, Lin Jing headed to the restaurant.

Six cabbage buns and two steamed buns and two cups of soy milk are her breakfast today.

When Lin Jing walked towards the dining table with such breakfast, passers-by nearby looked at him.

Almost no one knows Lin Jing on this campus. It is naturally very eye-catching when Lin Jing appears in the restaurant without any concealment.

Lin Jing was always ashamed of this kind of surprise, curious gaze, and even some fingers. She was used to it. There was no way, her appetite has always been relatively large, larger than most boys. This is a fact. Moreover, food is the most important thing for people, and eating is a bit bigger, which is not something to be ashamed of.

Isn’t there a saying that: It is a good thing for young people to eat!

"Can I sit here?"

While Lin Jing was chewing and swallowing slowly, a faint and weak voice sounded next to her.

Lin Jing looked up and saw that it was Chu Tiankuo, a rich second-generation dressed in white clothes, so he nodded.

"Who is that kid? He's so brave. He dared to just get through like this, and he succeeded."

While Chu Tiankuo sat down, a boy chewed his tongue not far away.

"If I had known that she was so easy to talk to, I would have gone."

"Who could have expected that her cold appearance would be so approachable."

...

"Didn't Liang Yining be with you?"

"Yes, as you can see, what's the matter?"

"About the comic you gave me the last time."

"Slam Dunk?"

"Well, four volumes have been drawn."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Do you still need to continue painting?"

"Don't want to draw?"

"no."

"Then let's continue, let's talk about it after the drawing is finished."

"All right."

Chu Tiankuo came this time just to ask if he had any other plans for "Slam Dunk", which had drawn four volumes, such as publishing single-line books. In fact, he had nothing to do with whether he could publish single-line books, because he was not short of money and was just a hobby to draw comics, and he did not have the urgent idea of ​​publishing it after he had drawn it.

It was just a little strange. After Lin Jing handed him over the manuscript, she seemed to be leaving nothing and threw it all to him.

"Nothing else is there?"

"It's gone."

"Then I'll go to class, goodbye."
Chapter completed!