Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 60

One thing that happened at the newspaper party last year has always been like a little bump, and it has been in Song Qiaoxi's heart for a whole year.

At this time last year, Chu Jin was brought to the stage by Aunt Gao and Secretary Sun. Secretary Sun told all the newspaper staff about the car accident that his parents had experienced and the injuries he suffered. He also said, "This is a good thing." The name "child" made her feel uncomfortable.

Song Qiaoxi is a little girl who is easy to be happy, with a big heart and no grudges.

I don’t like crying, and I rarely lose control of my emotions. I have never seen the appearance of anger, sadness, or even hatred and disgust by anyone around me.

In this life, she grew up surrounded by love.

The love of mom and dad, and the love of friends around him, made Song Qiaoxi live a pure and happy life without fear.

Before December, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao, two little girlfriends, got together to discuss the countermeasures for several millennial press parties.

Ding Miao is logical, Song Qiaoxi has many spooky ideas, and the two girls are quite complementary. After discussing for a month, they came up with such a countermeasure. This year they said nothing to let Chu Jin go to the newspaper party to read the "thank you". Up.

"Xixi, did we succeed?"

Ding Miao held the kraft paper envelope in her hand, and looked into the corridor on her tiptoe.

Song Qiaoxi jumped up and looked at it for several times, confirming that Aunt Gao really went down the stairs and disappeared into the corridor on the fourth floor, hugging Ding Miao's arm excitedly, "Miaomiao, we are half done!"

"Let me take a look for you first and see how to modify it." Ding Miao waved the kraft paper envelope with the newspaper logo, and raised his chin to Song Qiaoxi. "You go back to your seat first. What if Chu Jin will be back right away?"

"good."

Xixi nodded and jumped back to the back row of the classroom.

After a while, the class bell rang.

Wang Junyang stepped on the class bell and rushed into the classroom, running out of breath, the one-eyed boy turned his head and grinned at Song Qiaoxi.

Looking at his proud look, you know that the task must have been successfully completed.

Teacher Feng, the head teacher, turned on the TV in the upper left corner of the classroom, and an image of the principal of the Normal Primary School attached to the TV screen appeared. The principal began to give a regular speech before the holiday according to the usual practice.

Halfway through this class, Chu Jin and Ding Yicai typed "reports" into the classroom.

This semester, Chu Jin will occasionally miss class meetings because of the Olympiad training, and the head teacher of the students who study well will always treat them specially.

Because Ding Yi is well appreciated by art teachers, he was promoted to be a representative of art class this year. He often went to the art classroom to paint with the teacher during the large class.

At this moment, Ding held a picture scroll in one hand and shook it at Teacher Feng.

Teacher Feng raised his eyelids and saw that Ding Yi had come in with Chu Jin. Without even asking, he asked them to enter the classroom and return to their seats to sit down.

After Chu Jin sat down, Song Qiaoxi pursed her mouth and passed a note to him quietly, "What have you been doing? It took so long to come back?"

Chu Jin took the note, frowned slightly, and took a pencil from the pencil case to write a few words, "It's okay, Ding Yihua has forgotten in the art room. Go with him to get it."