A Crisis from Another World

Let me ask you weakly, what does Liang Jingru have to do with you?

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Although the story is ordinary, the emotions are sincere, abundant and touching. .

The writing is excellent. 1 Supports each other and 6. Would you like to collect it?

Wei Jinming handed over the article in his hand. It is a prose, about rain, about spring, about love. He doesn't understand love, but that doesn't stop him from writing about love. On the side, Jiao Jingjing stood quietly, and Wang Xiaoming looked at the president expectantly. Wei Jinming was late, so this position almost belonged to Wang Xiaoming. At least, that's how it seemed to him. As he watched, the president's expression changed. He raised his eyes and looked at Wei Jinming, "Did you write it yourself?" "Yes, it's my perception about rain and love. Of course, I've never been in love, so it's all just my imagination. Just before the college entrance examination, it rained and the rain was pouring. I was sitting in the classroom, listening to the rain outside and the rustling of pens in the classroom. I suddenly had an idea and quickly wrote it down. This time when our club is recruiting new people, I took it out and revised it. It shouldn't be a violation, right?" Wei Jinming was cautious and a little expectant. "Of course not. As long as it is written by you, with your own feelings and thoughts, it doesn't matter what time it is. It is said that poetry needs inspiration, so why don't we need inspiration when writing articles? I can feel your spirituality from your words. Our club welcomes you to join." Suddenly, Wei Jinming's face burst into laughter. "Hey, President, President, I came first!" Wang Xiaoming spoke reluctantly. He considers himself a genius and never wants to succumb to others, but what happened today really makes him unhappy, and he still wants to fight for one or two. "Sorry, classmate, we are a literary club here. There is no first-come, first-served rule. What we value most is aura, followed by hard work. We are only recruiting two new people this time. We are full now. You can check out other clubs, such as the painting club, the performance club, or other clubs. They are all very good." Wang Xiaoming looked ugly, pushed Wei Jinming hard, and then ran away from him. Wei Jinming looked at the figure in the distance with some confusion. Is this person sick? "Get to know each other, you two are the new recruits we are recruiting this time. Of course, we are not only recruiting from the School of Liberal Arts, but also from other colleges. But because we are the School of Liberal Arts, the burden on our shoulders will be heavier. You two may also need to work together in the future." The president is in his third year of college this year. After one more year of being president, I will be promoted to senior year, and then I will have no time to manage the club. Wei Jinming looked at the girl in front of him, feeling secretly happy in his heart. "We are classmates in the same class." "Oh, what a coincidence, that would be even better." Since this time, Wang Xiaoming has completely resented Wei Jinming. When he meets everyone, he says that he went through the back door, that he was selected even though he was late, that the literary club is unfair, and other nonsense. Wei Jinming was really annoyed and wanted to beat him up.

Even though it is daytime, it is still like night, with dark clouds in the sky and terrifying forces constantly invading.

Brothers and sisters, how about collecting each other?