After a stalemate for a long time, Wei Yuan suddenly turned around, sat down on the dining table with a big grin and sneered, "What am I afraid of? I can sit upright when I'm doing well... smack!"
The boy was slapped hard on the forehead.
With a dark face, Wei Yuan rubbed his forehead and raised his head and shouted, "There is something wrong with you!"
Guo Hanxin took a puff of cigarette, let out the eye circles leisurely, and said lightly: "Don't call yourself Laozi in front of me, I have been in the society for too many years, and now I am a little sensitive."
"Why are you sensitive!"
Guo Hanxin smiled lowly, staring at the boy's eyes full of anger, flicked the cigarette ash and said, "I heard someone calling himself Lao Tzu in front of me, and I wanted to mess with him."
Wei Yuan gasped in fright, and shrank his neck back suddenly.
Seeing the pale face of the boy, Guo Hanxin clicked his tongue twice, raised his hand and pinched the boy's chin and shook it back and forth: "What are you afraid of? Poor boy, do you think of something?"
"Go away!" Wei Yuan regained consciousness, raised his hand suddenly to knock the man's hand away, quickly took a tissue from the table, and kept wiping his chin, as if he had been infected with germs just now.
"Oh." Guo Hanxin smiled, raised his eyebrows incomprehensibly and said, "Is it dirty if you touch it?"
"Yes!" Wei Yuan stared, grinning and said, "I'm going to take a good wash with disinfectant when I go back!"
"Then you have to be busy." The man whispered seriously, "I don't remember what happened to us a few days ago? Your disinfectant... I'm afraid it's not enough."
Wei Yuan's expression froze, his shoulders froze, and his whole body froze.
The memories that had been deliberately suppressed for several days were brutally brought up, and my heart throbbed.
"Are you sick?" After a long silence, Wei Yuan squeezed out such a sentence through his teeth.
"Are you sick?" Guo Hanxin sneered, and nimbly put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray beside him, and said quietly, "If you're sick, didn't you like it that night?"
"Wow---" Wei Yuan stood up abruptly, picked up the tea cup at his side, poured his head and face on the face of the person opposite, and then slammed the cup on the table with a bang, saying every word: "Pervert! I will warn you one last time, don't come near me again!"
After finishing speaking, the boy turned around and left without looking back, leaving behind a roomful of spectators and Guo Hanxin whose chin was still dripping.
Guo Hanxin kept staring at the boy's sprinting back, his eyes full of playfulness, until the back disappeared at the corner of the stairs, the man took a tissue from the table and slowly wiped the water stains on his chin.
Funny, really funny.
It's been a long time since I saw such a little white rabbit that can blow hair. No, it's not only fried, but also delicious.
The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were secretive.
When Yan Chuyang ran to the dormitory, the assistant had already left, and the lunch box was placed on his desk.
There was no one in the dormitory, and everyone went out to eat at noon.
Yan Chuyang moved a bench and sat down, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes one by one.
Braised shrimp in oil, meat with plum vegetables, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum and asparagus, and a chicken soup with seasonal vegetables.
The boy took a long breath and sighed with satisfaction, it was indeed made by Wei Qing, and the smell was different.
If Wei Weiqing stopped running a company and cooks full-time, opening a small restaurant would definitely make a lot of money.
While eating, Yan Chuyang was admiring from the bottom of his heart. It was indeed the person he liked. No matter what aspect, he was perfect and outrageous.
While eating, the phone on the table suddenly buzzed and vibrated.
While eating, Yan Chuyang picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Yan Chuyang?" An unfamiliar male voice came from the phone.
Yan Chuyang was stunned, and quickly said: "I am, what's the matter?"
"Oh, hello, Mr. Yan." The man said respectfully, "I am the person in charge of the International Comics Exhibition held in Songcheng a few days ago. My name is Fang Zheyu."
"Oh." Yan Chuyang frowned, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"That's right." The man said slowly, "Didn't you participate in this comic exhibition competition?"
"That's right." Yan Chuyang interrupted him, a little frustrated, "But I lost, did you make a wrong call?"
"That's not the wrong number." Fang Zheyu smiled and said, "Your work, First Love, didn't make it to the top three, but was selected as the special prize."
"What?!" Yan Chuyang was startled, and suddenly straightened his shoulders.
Fang Zheyu plucked his numb ears, and said with a smile, "That's right, we need to discuss with you about the special awards and matters. Do you have time now?"
Yan Chuyang was dizzy from this sudden surprise, nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, tell me the time and place."
"Okay, I'll send you a location later on, just come here if you have time, we'll be waiting for you."
"Okay, okay, then I'll go there now."
"Okay, that's it for now. Goodbye, Mr. Yan."
Yan Chuyang hummed and hung up the phone.
Surprise, what a big surprise!
It seems that the contestants still have a conscience and did not succumb to Wei Qing's suppression. Maybe Wei Qing just told the contestants not to let him advance to the top three, but he probably didn't expect that there would be a special prize in this competition.
Really God pays off!
The location location text message was sent quickly. Seeing that it showed a cafe near their school, Yan Chuyang stood up from his chair excitedly. He had to go quickly and don't let others wait.