Bei Qixi's face was calm, and a soul-searching question was under her heart.

But she didn't dare to touch the answer deep in her heart.

The melody of music slowly floated on the campus radio, "Dear classmates, good noon... Let's enjoy a poem "To the Oak Tree" first."

If I love you-

It's definitely not like the climbing trumpet,

Borrow your high branches to show off yourself;

If I love you-

Never learn from the infatuated bird,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

Not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

Not only like dangerous peaks,

Increase your height and set off your majesty...

What a beautiful poem!

Bei Qixi was a little fascinated by hearing it...

Since she heard the recitation of the members of the recitation club and I.M. Pei in the lecture hall last time, Bei Qixi has gained a new understanding of the art of recitation. Especially as a member of the recitation club, she has mastered some recitation skills, and she knows the depth of poetry and recitation better.

This song "To Oak" makes people involuntarily addicted to it.

"Why don't you speak?" Pei asked when she saw her silent.

His expression was calm and his voice was low, which was an extremely cold style, as if the drooping night was quietly coming.

On a bright noon, the sun was brilliant outside the window, but the corridor seemed a little dim. I.M. Pei was wearing a well-fitting school uniform, with neat figure, deep eyebrows, and the outline of his lips looked clear at first glance, revealing a bit cold, but when he looked at it again, he slowly shone in her eyes.

“No, none of these are enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

As the image of a tree stands with you.

The root is tightly held on the ground;

The leaves are touching each other in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes,

We all greet each other…”

Even this beautiful poem has become his foil, making him a breathtaking beauty.

Bei Qixi did not answer, and I.M. Pei stopped asking, just waiting quietly.

After reciting the poem, Bei Qixi Festival felt like he had just woken up.

"Brother, have you heard this poem?" Bei Qixi was still feeling unsatisfied.

"I know." I.M. Pei knew that Bei Qixi was moved by this poem. A wave of smoke just now shrouded in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

A crack appeared in her heartless expression.

"I can..." In I.M. Pei's deep gaze, Bei Qixi wanted to speak but stopped.

She wanted I.M. Pei to recite it again, but when she imagined this scene in her mind, she was afraid of being addicted to it for no reason and could not extricate herself.

"Um?"

"Nothing?" Bei Qixi felt a little guilty and took the lead and continued downstairs.

"I'm hungry, let's go to the cafeteria to have dinner, otherwise the food will be finished in a while." Bei Qixi trotted downstairs.

...

"Are you okay? My male god didn't do anything to you, right?" As soon as he returned to the classroom, Yue Ban came over to care about her immediately.

Before, I.M. Pei looked quite terrifying when he called Bei Qixi.

Bei Qixi couldn't help but think of the conversation with I.M. Pei just now, and felt guilty towards Yue Ban.

"No... it's okay. Do you think I'm fine?" Bei Qixi felt a little guilty and did not dare to look directly at Yue Ban.

"Then have you asked I.M. Pei and Hejara what happened?"

"Uh... this is a misunderstanding." Bei Qixi followed the principle that too much words would lead to mistakes, and he wrote it in one sentence.

Yue Ban patted his little heart, "It's okay, I still have a chance!"

Then she held Bei Qixi's hand with high spirits, "I can't sit like this anymore and wait for death. Next, I have to take the initiative to take down I.M. Pei as soon as possible. I'm long and dreamy. My little heart can't stand it. You are my good best friend. You must help me, so I'll point you at you!"

Bei Qixi bit his lip in entanglement, not knowing how to tell Yue Ban.

To be honest, she was afraid that Yue Ban would beat her up.
Chapter completed!