"Although she is a little fat, but... she seems to be cutely fat." One of the boys muttered to himself.
The other boys immediately became interested, hooked his shoulders and said, "How about... you go after her?"
The boy quickly waved his hand: "No, no, it's just admiration..."
In fact, there was one more sentence he didn't say. Appreciation is enough, if you use it as a girlfriend - forget it...
"Tch, I think you are afraid that you won't be able to catch up!"
"I won't be able to catch her? Can you stop being funny?"
Their conversation fell into Hou Xiaofeng's ears verbatim, and he unconsciously clenched his fists by his side.
This group of people discussed He Xiaojie in such a betting and teasing way, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. But he felt that this was only because they had been classmates for three years, and it was only because they had such a virtual relationship on the Internet.
After being affirmed by everyone, He Xiaojie became more and more relaxed and natural, and completely entered the state. Even at certain times, they even stole a lot of Luo Yichen's limelight.
But Luo Yichen didn't care, if he could just stand here and listen to He Xiaojie without saying a word, and occasionally say "hmm, yes, yes", that would be great.
Maybe it was because the lights on the stage were too dreamy, maybe He Xiaojie was much prettier than usual tonight, for a moment, Hou Xiaofeng also felt that He Xiaojie was really cute...
Thinking of this, he twisted his arm vigorously: it's really terrible! terrible! How could he have such an idea!
It wasn't until the last finale fashion show that He Xiaojie finished reporting that He Xiaojie secretly let out a sigh of relief. She gave herself 100 points for hosting this time!
Just when she was about to follow Luo Yichen off the stage, a boy walked quickly across the stage holding a large bouquet of flowers.
When he walked, he brought a gust of air, blowing the bangs on his forehead. That posture, that demeanor, a domineering president...
He Xiaojie was stunned: He... is he going to send her flowers? It's impossible, under the watchful eyes of everyone... Give it to Luo Yichen, right? This was the first time a boy gave her flowers.
Since she was a child, she had imagined such a scene countless times. The handsome and unrestrained prince, riding a white horse and holding flowers, walked towards him in the afterglow of the setting sun.
But after she saw the boy's face clearly, she didn't really want the bouquet of flowers anymore. That boy didn't look like a big president at all, but very much like cow dung suitable for flowers...
Just when she was dazed and contemptuous, the boy suddenly rushed over and gave her a big bear hug. Before He Xiaojie could react, he just handed the flowers in front of her.
He Xiaojie pouted, but finally accepted it: "Thank you."
Hou Xiaofeng had been sitting in the last row, watching this scene on the stage, he had the urge to rush up and beat that boy up!
Especially when he saw He Xiaojie smiling brightly at that boy on the stage, the urge to beat him up became stronger and stronger...
Why is he feeling so uncomfortable? The stomach is sour and swollen, could it be... this is the legendary jealousy
No, this must not be true! How could he be jealous of that tomboy He Xiaojie!