I don’t know if it was because his voice was too loud or because what he said was too hard to accept, but Sang Chi was obviously shocked and froze in place.
The two of them stopped at the same time.
The silence made the atmosphere awkward.
Fu Zhengchu stared at her with his eyes gradually dodging, and his ears were also stained with red. He touched his head, pretended to be calm, and asked, "Why don't you speak?"
Sang Chi uttered another "ah", feeling a little overwhelmed.
It's not like she had never been confessed to before, but usually it was just love letters stuffed into her drawer or text messages. This was the first time he confessed to her face to face, not to mention it was so high-profile.
"Hey." Sang Chi took this assumption as true and suddenly became curious, "Do you still remember that time you knocked out one of my teeth?"
"Fu Zhengchu regretted this very much, but he did do it. At this moment, he could only make a far-fetched excuse for himself, "This happened many years ago. Wasn't my finger also broken at that time?"
Sang Chi doesn’t hold grudges. “That’s right.”
Fu Zhengchu breathed a sigh of relief and pricked up his ears, looking forward to her next words.
Sang Chi had no idea how to write the word "euphemistic" and said directly, "Then you'd better not like me. I don't like people younger than me."
Fu Zhengchu paused and said angrily, "Aren't you age discriminating?"
""
“You have to tell me something I can change.”
Sang Zhi thought for a moment and said, "I like good-looking people."
"Fu Zhengchu took a deep breath and pointed at her, "Except for you, no one has ever said that I am ugly. Are you targeting me? Are you using an ugly filter on me?"
"That's it," Sang Zhi said slowly, "everyone has different aesthetic tastes."
Fu Zhengchu was extremely aggrieved: "Can I still have plastic surgery?"
"I didn't mean that." Sang Zhi felt a little aggrieved by his yelling, and said hesitantly, "So didn't I tell you not to like me?"
"Forget it." Fu Zhengchu gave up talking to her, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Sang Chi began to regret whether she had said too much, and said with a stiff upper lip, "What do you like about me?"
Fu Zhengchu glanced at her and said superficially, "You are pretty."
Sang Zhi: “Oh.”
Fu Zhengchu: "That's your reaction"
Sang Zhi: "Then I can't refute it."
""
The two of them stopped in front of the escalator on the third floor.
Fu Zhengchu suddenly felt very depressed. He stared at her for a long time and asked again, "Don't you want to not fall in love too early?"
Sang Zhi nodded, "That's partly the reason."
"Some people think I'm too young and ugly." Fu Zhengchu felt more and more unwilling as he spoke. He pursed his lips and his eyes began to turn red. "Sang Zhi, today is my birthday. Can't you reject me another day?"
"" Sang Zhi was confused, "Are you crying?"
"Why am I crying?" Fu Zhengchu felt embarrassed. He turned his head and rubbed his eyes. When he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed someone standing behind him.
Fu Zhengchu's eyes met his.
Look at each other for a few seconds.
Fu Zhengchu's tears gradually faded away, and he inexplicably felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.
But I can't remember where I've seen it.
Noticing that Fu Zhengchu had been silent for a long time, Sang Chi looked over suspiciously, followed his line of sight and looked behind, and suddenly saw Duan Jiaxu's figure.