"Shi Yao, I... I like you, you... can you be my girlfriend?"
As Han Jing's voice settled down, there was a "snap" from the table directly in front of him, as if the chopsticks had fallen to the ground.
Han Jing instinctively glanced at the source of the sound, but because it was blocked by Lu Luo, he couldn't see anything.
His mind was all on Shi Yao, he didn't pay much attention to the noise, and soon his eyes fell on Shi Yao's face again.
The girl didn't know if she was frightened by his sudden confession just now, she stopped eating and looked at him with wide eyes.
At the beginning, he was taken away by her big eyes that seemed to be able to talk. Now she looked at him like this, which made his heart beat faster involuntarily. net.
But he mustered up the courage to confess, and he couldn't just give up halfway...
Han Jing worked hard to stabilize his mind, and said again: "Shi Yao, I'm serious. From the first time I saw you last year, I just..."
Han Jing had just finished speaking, when a series of harsh sounds came from chairs rubbing against each other.
Han Jing's words were affected, and he paid special attention to the table directly in front of him.
Han Jing frowned, and after the noise disappeared, he looked at Shi Yao again and continued with what he just said: "... I just like it..."
Before the word "you" was uttered, there was a singing voice-"Happy breakup, I wish you happiness".
Music came from the table still directly in front.
"..." Han Jing was choked in silence for a long time, and he didn't move his lips again until the repeated singing in front of him stopped.
This time he didn't even say a word, and the singing voice was changed again in front of him-"Breakup should be decent, no one should say sorry".
Fuck, is it poisonous? He just wanted to make a good confession, why are there so many dramas at the table in front
Even if there are too many dramas, why are there so many frustrating songs
Han Jing secretly took a deep breath, telling himself repeatedly in his heart not to be disturbed by the outside world.
When he finally calmed down and was about to speak again, Shi Yao, who was sitting in front of him, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said with a serious expression: "Senior Han, I'm sorry, in my heart, I have always just You treat it like a senior."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."
The table behind him was still playing decently one second, and the next second the music was extremely joyful.
Shi Yao glanced back instinctively, then turned around, and continued to say to Han Jing with a sorry face: "So, Senior Han, I really have no way to promise you."
Han Jing lowered his head sadly, and after a while, he raised his head and smiled at Shi Yao: "It's okay, Shi Yao."
As his voice settled down, the song was cut again right in front of him.
"The cool night misses you like a river, turning into spring mud to protect me—"
During the singing, Shi Yao didn't know how to reply to Han Jing, so she fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Shi Yao raised her head and glanced at Han Jing.
He looked out the window with a normal expression.
But they can't just sit like this all the time, can they? She rejected his confession, so did she...
Shi Yao glanced at a table of food that had hardly been touched, struggled for a while, and said again: "Well, Senior Han, I, can I continue to eat?"