As the process progressed, it was almost time for the outstanding graduates to give speeches, and the outstanding graduate on Mu Yichen's shoulder had already been playing chess with Zhou Gong for several rounds.
Mu Yichen turned his head carefully, without disturbing Shen Zhaozhao, and shook Shen Yiyan down.
Shen Yiyan suddenly woke up and muttered, "What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"
"Keep your voice down, Zhao Zhao is still sleeping," Mu Yichen quickly pushed him, "It's your turn to speak on stage, hurry up and leave."
This little action woke up Shen Zhaozhao. Shen Zhaozhao stretched and changed his posture. “I didn’t press you just now, did I?”
[What a sin! I slept with the hero. He won't hold a grudge and take revenge on me later, right?]
Shen Yiyan, who was waiting in the wings, quickly stretched his head to look at the audience. What kind of vicious words were these!
“It’s okay.” Mu Yi shook his head, the dim light blurred his face, Shen Zhaozhao felt a little sorry.
[If I make the male protagonist sick while sleeping with him, I will never forgive myself.]
When Shen Yiyan went on stage, he was so startled that he tripped over his left foot and fell flat on his face. The senior student behind him helped him up.
After going on stage, Shen Yiyan cast his gaze on the seats where his family members sat, trying to see them clearly.
Shen Ningle quietly took out a long object, and Shen Zhaozhao was puzzled: "Where did you get it? What is this?"
Shen Ningle quietly moved to the side of Shen Zhaozhao, away from the breath that made her feel suffocated: "My surprise for Brother Yan, the fluorescent stick I just got, the customized plus version."
Proud Shen Ningle held up the surprise and turned on the switch underneath.
The colorful light rushed straight into Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes.
[My 24k pure gold dog eyes!] Shen Zhaozhao quickly closed his eyes to protect his fragile soul window.
Mu Yichen reached out his hand quickly, but Shen Ningle was separated from him by Shen Zhaozhao, and his body inevitably touched Shen Zhaozhao, and even at some angles, it seemed as if he was lowering his head to kiss Shen Zhaozhao.
"Mu Yichen, what are you doing!"
Sharp and piercing electronic noise mixed with angry shouts came from Shen Yiyan, who had just picked up the microphone.
Mu Yichen's body trembled. He was about to press the close button, but he pressed the more options next to it.
The next second, a few big words appeared above their heads: Shen Yiyan, you are the fattest!
The big words in a circle kept flashing. Mu Yichen took a deep breath and finally turned off the thing that was going to kill him.
"What's with that word of yours?" Shen Zhaozhao's focus was always strange. He squinted his eyes and asked after adjusting himself.
Shen Ningle blinked stupidly. The close-range attack just now swept her indiscriminately: "I said it in voice, with a bit of an accent. Brother Yan won't kill me, right?"
As he spoke, Shen Ningle shrank his neck and felt a chill on his neck.
Shen Yiyan's big toe on the stage has already done a big project, and a polite smile is his cultivation.
Good job, all of them are good.
Mu Yichen sat back in his seat and looked into Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes: “Your eyes are not dazzled, right?”
Shen Zhaozhao shook his head.
[I'm fine. The one who's in trouble is that unlucky guy Shen Yiyan.]
Shen Yiyan on the stage looked in perfect condition, even jokingly overturning his initial shouting.
"Mu Yichen is the top student in City A. We can ask him what he did to become the pride of City A..."
But the person had been gone for quite some time.
[My poor... destined to be alone... short-lived, unlucky brother...]
Shen Zhaozhao sighed every day.
After finishing his speech, Shen Yiyan walked off the stage almost in unison, rushed back to his seat, buried his head, and said in a muffled voice: "The company still needs me to shine, let's go back later."
Shen Zhaozhao suppressed his laughter: "Okay."
My poor...
Shen Yiyan wanted to cry but had no tears. In the dim light, he seemed to be able to hear the discussions behind him.
“Is Shen Yiyan the handsome guy on the stage just now?”
"He's handsome, but he seems a little bit mentally unstable."
“…”
Give me back my handsome image! Shen Yiyan shouted silently, staring at Shen Ningle angrily, wishing he could stare a hole in her.
Feeling Shen Yiyan's condemning gaze, Shen Ningle smiled ingratiatingly: "Brother Yan is the best!"
Shen Yiyan took a deep breath. Shen Ningle was usually well-educated and looked quiet and gentle. "How did you come up with this... genius idea?"
"Right, if it weren't for the accident, Brother Yan, you would definitely be the brightest star on the field!" Shen Ning was happy to see that his work was recognized and said excitedly.
Shen Yiyan's fist clenched, a falling star.
If she really succeeded, he could just move to another Earth to live.
But he couldn't do anything to a little girl like Shen Ningle, so he could only swallow his anger in frustration.
Several people left this "place of right and wrong" early, only relative to Shen Yiyan.
The air outside was fresh and alive, and Shen Yiyan felt like he was alive again.
"Mr. Shen." The tall and strong bodyguard had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Shen Yiyan's heart, which had just come back to life, was wilted again, like a dying quail.
"I'll go by myself!" This was Shen Yiyan's last stubbornness, his lonely back revealed a sense of depression.
My poor...
Shen Yiyan's heart was filled with tears, so he stopped reading...
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Shen Zhaozhao withdrew her gaze and shuddered. Before she could rub her hands, she felt a weight on her shoulders. Mu Yichen took off his coat and put it on her.
"Let's go back first?"
Warmth accompanied by a woody scent hits your face, and the cool breeze is blocked out.
Pinching the corner of his coat, Shen Zhaozhao sniffed and nodded.
Mu Yichen was tall and slender under the streetlight, the warm light lengthened his shadow, his nostrils were buzzing, and there was a scent belonging to Mu Yichen on his clothes. This scent was like a gust of wind that surrounded her tightly.
"Aren't you cold?"
Mu Yichen sent a message to Lao Li: "It's not cold."
Shen Zhaozhao kicked the stone at his feet, pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.
Shen Ningle wanted to stay in the dormitory, so Jiang Yuyu went back with her. Without the loud speaker, the air became quiet.
"Look at Mu Yichen, he's such a gentleman." When Shen Ningle was leaving, she cared more about style than temperature. She wore a short suspender skirt and had never anticipated the temperature difference between day and night.
Jiang Yuyu snorted coldly, and a scent of ink mixed with darkness surrounded Shen Ningle. Jiang Yuyu threw the clothes on Shen Ningle's head casually: "Don't thank me, I'm just a legend."
Shen Ningle's eyes went dark, and she pulled off her clothes and wrapped them around her body. She gritted her teeth and said, "Hypocrite, you even have to make a fancy ink fragrance."
She took two or three steps forward and winked at Jiang Yuyu gossipingly: "Speaking of which, are you pursuing Sister Zhao Zhao?"
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