Tell Me You Have a Crush On Me [Rebirth]

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Ji Nanfeng stood up and shook the notebook in his hand, "Let's go, lend me this."

Although the current situation is not favorable to Ji Nanfeng, no matter what the other party thinks, Tan Chen has the idea of ​​not wanting to believe in the book for the first time.

He opened his phone and typed a text message to Yu Ning.

"I ran into Ji Nanfeng during military training today. He has lost a lot of weight and looks listless. I heard that his appetite has been poor recently, and his sleep has been poor. He has completely lost his previous energy."

Five minutes after the message was sent, as expected, Yu Ning's phone was turned off and the text message was still unread.

But Tan Chen still didn't believe that Yu Ning would be someone who played with people's feelings.

The military training is coming to an end. It is a sunny day in early autumn and the air is dry and hot.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, all the freshmen took shelter in the shade and stood at attention. Ji Nanfeng, who always ate well and slept well, had insomnia last night. If he hadn't been dragged downstairs by his three roommates, he would have been punished to run ten laps.

Ji Nanfeng yawned when the instructor wasn't paying attention. There was a rustling sound nearby, but he was too sleepy to care.

The instructor shouted at the side, "What are you looking at? Stand still and pay attention!"

Not long after, a teacher came and called all the instructors away.

The freshmen murmured quietly.

"What's going on with that group of people?"

"They're carrying a drawing board and want to paint?"

"Wow, they're not going to draw us, are they?"

“Maybe it’s true.”

"Every class has a drawing board."

"Enter the competition with our portrait?"

"Are they all freshmen?"

"It seems so."

"No military training, but painting?"

Ji Nanfeng opened his eyes and looked diagonally forward.

There are thirteen classes in this area, and each class has three painters sitting in different positions outside the queue.

Ji Nanfeng's curiosity lasted only three seconds before he quickly looked away.

Whoever likes to paint can paint.

It’s none of his business.

The instructor's voice was shrill and harsh. "What are you looking at? Your eyes are almost popping out of your head! How can you stand there like this?"

The instructor walked around the formation and said, "Today, students from the Academy of Fine Arts took time out of their busy schedules to come here to paint your military training style."

"Everyone, stand at attention."

"Stand up straight, maintain your military demeanor, and don't embarrass our Finance Class!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Heard it!"

The lifeless team suddenly became lively, and most of them held their heads high, eager to become the most eye-catching one in the painter's pen.