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Chapter 220 Contracting rotten vegetable leaves from a vegetable market

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    Early the next morning, a high-like reply appeared under the post of "Shengshi Xiaopoi".

    "[Reliable news] Both Tang Xin sisters will participate in today's speech contest."

    "It really made me laugh. Tang Xin's face is made of city walls, right? She actually dares to come and prance in front of us! What is she going to talk about? How to seduce her brother-in-law, or how to destroy her own family?"

    "Forget it, classmates, don't say anything anymore. Where can I buy rotten leaves, rotten eggs and the like? I'm going to cheer for this poor little prosperous person [Dog Head]"

    As soon as this reply came out, the comments below immediately exploded.

    "Ah ah ah, the poster brought me one!"

    "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm responsible for all the rotten vegetable leaves in the Chengdong market today."

    "Originally, I didn't plan to go to this speech contest today, but now please make sure to leave a place for me, thank you!"

    "No one sympathizes with her sister Tang Qingqing who is about to share the stage with her? If it were me, I would never want to see such a disgusting sister again!"

    "What you said upstairs is right. After I went to the market to pick up rotten vegetable leaves, I went to the flower shop next door to buy a bunch of flowers. It doesn't matter if Qingqing loses her man, she still has us!"

    For a time, the flower shop near the school suddenly had a booming business.

    And the rotten vegetable stalks that were swept away in the corners of several nearby vegetable markets were all picked up cleanly by the students from the high school attached to them who suddenly appeared in plastic bags.

    The eighteen-year-old boy is at the age when he hates evil the most.

    There is a fire burning in everyone's heart.  Having prepared everything, she was just waiting for the moment when Tang Xin stood on the stage and received the "big gift" from them.

    Almost all the senior high school students flocked to the auditorium on this day.

    There were even many students in the first and second grades of high school who secretly skipped class and came to watch the excitement.

    No matter how spacious the auditorium of the attached middle school is, it has become overcrowded with the arrival of so many people.

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    In this preliminary competition within the school, a total of forty students were selected from the entire senior year of high school.

    The order of the competition is determined by drawing lots.

    Backstage at the lottery, Tang Qingqing arrived late.

    This is the first time she has returned to school since she finished the first model exam.

    Although they were only a few days apart, she had experienced ups and downs in life, and when she stepped into the campus again, she still felt a sense of alienation.

    She was wearing a peaked cap and a simple sky blue dress.  Before going out in the morning, I deliberately made the skin on my face and lips whiter, making me look even more pitiful.

    "Is Mr. Tang here?"

    As soon as Yang Zheng saw her, he waved to her gently, "Come here quickly, the lottery is here."

    Everyone looked in the direction where Tang Qingqing appeared, looking at her with concern.

    "Qingqing is here?"

    "Qingqing"

    "How are you?"

    Tang Qingqing nodded politely to everyone and walked in slowly.

    Yang Zheng counted the heads, but one was still missing.

    She frowned slightly: "Why hasn't Tang Xin come yet?"

    "Teacher Yang."

    Behind him, a thin figure stepped up slowly from the darkness.

    The sunshine outside the window shines on that person¡¯s face through the window, and you can even see the tiny down hairs on her cold white and delicate skin.

    Her eyebrows were slightly drooped, and her thick lenses shone slightly under the reflection of the sun: "Tang Xin has something to do and needs to come over later. I will draw lots for her."

    "Classmate Song Qinrong?"

    Yang Zheng was startled for a moment, then looked embarrassed, "How can I replace it by drawing lots? If the first one is drawn, wouldn't she be able to catch up?"

    Hearing this, several other students participating in the competition also looked ugly.

    They were originally full of jealousy towards Song Qinrong because of the bet.

    What's more, now, Song Qinrong is still here to draw lots for Tang Xin, who they hate even more now.

    "That's right, either she comes by herself, or if she doesn't come, she is abstaining. Anyway, she can't draw lots for you!"

    "That's right, the notice was given the day before yesterday, and the competition will start at nine in the morning. Is it still reasonable for her to be late?"

    ¡°It¡¯s not nine o¡¯clock yet, let¡¯s count her abstention, Teacher Yang!¡±

    Several people were very excited when they said something to you or me.

    Song Qinrong, who was at the center of the attack, did not speak.He just raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Qingqing with a half-smile.

    Sure enough, Tang Qingqing pursed her lips and spoke out to help: "Actually Tang Xin was injured some time ago, and she couldn't catch up with the competition. It was probably because she had to have her body checked in the hospital, right?

    It was not easy for her to get this competition spot.

    Speaking of which, she didn¡¯t do it on purpose.

    I think, let¡¯s give her another chance, right?  "

    "Qingqing, you have such a good temper! Why should someone like that give her a chance" Someone muttered unconvincedly.

    Tang Qingqing twitched her lips with a wry smile: "She is my sister after all."

    As soon as these words came out, everyone shut up.

    After all, the victims have taken the initiative to plead for mercy. As outsiders, what else can they do?

    "I can only glare a few more times at Song Qinrong, who is helping the villain."

    It was at this moment that Dong Yanyan quietly came up and took advantage of the moment of comfort to stuff something into Tang Qingqing's hand.

    Tang Qingqing accepted it without leaving a trace and held it tightly in her hand.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on Song Qinrong, so that no one noticed this scene.

    Song Qinrong raised the corners of her lips and smiled meaningfully.

    Seeing that everyone was here, Yang Zheng turned around and picked up the lottery tube, shook it slightly, and signaled to everyone: "Let's start the lottery now. Everyone should line up consciously, come one by one."

    As soon as he heard this, the participating students lined up in a long queue and went up one by one to draw lots.

    Tang Qingqing winked, and Dong Yanyan took the initiative to walk up and pulled Song Qinrong to the back of the team.

    "Since Tang Xin is late, you should be the last one to draw! Anyway, for a country bumpkin like her, no matter what number you draw, it will be in vain"

    Song Qinrong did not speak, but just raised his eyes to look at her.

    Under the dark eyes, there seemed to be waves and undercurrents, but they also seemed calm and calm.

    Dong Yanyan¡¯s heart palpitated when she saw it.

    She trembled, and the rest of her words were choked in her throat.

    Tang Qingqing was lined up in front of Song Qinrong, clasping her palms tightly.

    Forty people drew lots one by one, very quickly, and it wasn¡¯t long before it was Tang Qingqing¡¯s turn.

    She reached out her hand, dug into the lottery tube, and took out a piece of paper.

    "Number 39."

    Yang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "So far back?"

    She also saw what was on the post.

    Many people bought large bouquets of flowers in order to uphold justice and support Tang Qingqing.  They just waited for Tang Qingqing to stand on the stage before they all sent her up.

    Now, Tang Qingqing has drawn the number thirty-nine

    It seems that they have to wait until the game is almost over before they can send flowers.

    Others have already got the lottery numbers in their hands, and they are talking to each other. When they heard this, someone jumped out.

    "What are you afraid of? It's not number 40."

    "Yes, number 40 is the worst. Coming in at the bottom, and behind Tang Qingqing"

    Everyone knows that in today¡¯s competition, Tang Qingqing has already received the voice and support of everyone in the school before she even took the stage.

    Coming on stage behind her is destined to be ignored.

    At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

    Song Qinrong took the last piece of paper she took out from the lottery tube and spread it out to everyone.

    "Number 40."

    "It's me." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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