Chapter 122: Chickens fighting each other, poisonous tongue sister Yue (two in one)
Wherever he goes, he walks with the wind.
Yi Ci: "I'm a little late, is there any room?"
As the leader of No. 1 Middle School, everyone was dumbfounded, including Liu Bowen, the organizer of the party.
"W-What's going on?"
"A strange wind is blowing today? It's not enough to bring the school hunk and the school beauty, but it also brought a school bully?"
"If we talk about awesomeness, Wen Wenzi is the most awesome. Even this guy is willing to show his respect."
The coolest Wenwenzi: Actually, I’m confused too, okay?
"Brother Ci! Here!" Liu Fei waved at him, and there was an empty seat next to him, reserved for him.
Unexpectedly, Yi Ci didn't even look at him. He walked straight to Hou Siyuan, put one hand on the back of his chair in a frivolous manner, and said with a half-smile: "Mr. Hou, can you give me a seat?"
Hou Siyuan turned his eyes away stiffly and looked towards Liu Fei. "You, your seat is over there."
"But I just want to sit here with you, what should I do?"
The tone dropped, and although it was clearly a joke, no one really took it as a joke.
Hou Siyuan's heart trembled violently, his scalp tingled, and he was about to give in under the pressure in the next second, when suddenly a cold laugh entered the ears of everyone present.
"Ha! Yi Ci, you're so bold! You even dare to snatch the young master's seat?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhong Ziang walking in. He was wearing a black suit with his coat open, revealing a white shirt and a very gentlemanly vest underneath. He had his hands in his pockets, and his long legs looked straight and slender against the backdrop of his suit pants.
He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and his hair was combed neatly, as if he had just left a party.
He just stood there, full of pretentiousness, with a natural nobility in his every move, and a touch of the cynicism of a young master from the imperial capital, and a complete fan-shaped statistical chart appeared. Oh no, the image of a high and mighty, untouchable character was portrayed vividly.
That’s right, it’s acting.
When Jiang Fuyue took a quick look, she almost spit out her tea. She thought that the "young version of Xie Dingyuan" had broken through the barriers of time and space and fallen from the sky.
"Zhong Ziang?! Why are you here?!" Yi Ci frowned and spoke in a bad tone.
"You're here, so why can't I be here? Right, little monkey?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Hou Siyuan nodded quickly, gave up his seat, and ran away.
He couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he just slipped away.
Zhong Ziang walked over and was about to sit down, but Yi Ci, who was closer, took the lead and sat down without moving.
Zhong Ziang: "What do you mean? This is my seat!"
"If you say it's yours, then it's yours? Is your name on it? Tsk—" Yi Ci curled the corners of his mouth with a forced smile, his face full of disdain.
"Hou Siyuan, who did you choose to leave this position for?!"
Poor little Hou Siyuan huddled in the farthest corner, wishing he could turn into air. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished, and he was still forcibly called out.
Can't you just let me go?!
He roared inwardly.
But the eyes of the two tyrants were more ferocious than each other, so he was scared!
First, she forced a flattering smile towards Yi Ci, then faced Zhong Ziang's murderous gaze and said, "Initially, it was left to classmate Zhong..."
"Very good!" Yi Ci snapped his fingers. "You said it at the beginning. Now that you've run away and the seat is vacant, I've taken it. It's mine. Any other questions?"
Hou Siyuan: “?” I feel more wronged than Dou E!
Zhong Ziang: “…” The dog is worse than the cub, so shameless!
"You have to give up this seat today!" Zhong Shaosheng didn't know what "coward" meant.
How could Yi Ci be easily provoked when he has been the "leader of No. 1 Middle School" for so many years?
"What can you do to me if I don't let you?" He said with a provocative and nonchalant smile.
"Since you don't want to eat the soft stuff, I can only let you try something hard."
"Come on! Who's afraid of who?"
The two were evenly matched and neither of them gave in.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, the onlookers were stunned.
It's just a seat? What's the big deal? Is it inlaid with gold or silver?
"Brother Ang, how about I give you my position?" Liu Fei asked cautiously and tentatively.
Zhong Ziang ignored him.
Liu Fei glanced at Yi Ci who was occupying the seat with confidence. Well, he couldn't afford to offend this person.
These days, it’s hard to be a good person…
Just when the air pressure was at its lowest point and a battle was about to break out, Liu Bowen suddenly stood up and said, "Stop fighting! I'll give mine to you—"
After saying that, he walked to another empty seat and sat down, but his shrewd and gossipy eyes kept wandering between Zhong Ziang, Yi Ci, and Jiang Fuyue.
Oh, by the way, add Ling Xuan, look at his face, it’s almost completely black, and he still refuses to admit that he is thinking about Sister Yue. Go ahead and pretend, let’s see how long you can keep pretending!
Just when everyone thought Liu Bowen's "giving up his position" was still useless, Zhong Ziang actually walked over and sat down?!
Ahsi!
No one present was a fool. After a little thought, they understood everything. It turned out that these two tyrants were coming for Jiang Fuyue?
Everyone exchanged glances quickly, as if they had uncovered some huge scandal of the century.
Is this true or false?
[My intuition tells me that these three people are JQ! ]
[Sister Yue's charm is undeniable, she even made two handsome men compete with each other to their heart's contention!]
[A domineering CEO falls in love with me. Warning.]
[She's here, she's here! She's here with the halo of a Mary Sue novel heroine!]
[That's not right. Sister Yue's reaction is too... uh! A little bland.]
Jiang Fuyue was seen holding her cell phone, staring at the screen intently. Except for when Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang came in, she looked up twice. The rest of the time, even when Liu Bowen offered to give up his seat, she was unmoved and reacted indifferently.
It seemed that the sudden silence in the private room made her realize that something was wrong. As she looked away, she turned off the screen and looked up at the subtle expressions of the crowd. For a moment, she was confused.
"Aren't you serving food? Who are we waiting for?"
Zhong Ziang: “…”
Yi Ci: “…”
Everyone: “…”
You can argue as much as you want, I will pretend nothing happened.
Liu Bowen silently gave a thumbs up in his heart: This is a master!
“Serve the food!”
Soon, plates of all sizes were brought in and filled the entire table.
During this time, someone almost knocked over the tea cup in front of Jiang Fuyue when changing the channel, and two flower-guarding messengers, one on the left and one on the right, attacked at the same time.
Zhong Ziang touched it first and held it steady.
Yi Ci moved the cup a little further away to prevent any future trouble.
Their eyes met, their gazes collided in mid-air, and invisible sparks flew everywhere.
Even Hou Siyuan, who was hiding far away, could smell the smoke.
Ling Xuan was sitting right across from Jiang Fuyue, and could clearly see the girl's unmoved face, and naturally he could also see the anxiety of Zhong and Yi.
He picked up a piece of pork ribs closest to him, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and found that it was not tasty.
But due to etiquette and upbringing, I can't spit it out in public.
Really...
Like a thorn in the throat!
Lin Yao glanced at the boy's other hand, which was casually clasped on his leg under the table and had already been clenched into a fist.
She had known Ling Xuan for so many years, and in her impression, he was a quiet, introverted, gentle and restrained handsome boy. She had never seen his emotions fluctuate so much, like a fully drawn bow that could break at any time.
"Ah Xuan..." She raised her hand and gently covered the back of his hand, her soft voice carrying a soothing magic: "Are you okay?"
It moistens things silently and flows freely.
But the next second, Ling Xuan suddenly pulled his hand back, and looked at her with a serious look: "Lin Yao, don't do this again next time. It's not good to be seen by others."
"But I am willing..."
"I don't want to."
Lin Yao's pupils tightened, and she bit her lip awkwardly: "You, have someone you like?"
Ling Xuan's eyes flashed with confusion, and after a while he replied, "...No."
Lin Yao didn't believe it, and her suspicious eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue's face opposite her, which was overly cold but amazing every time she looked at it.
She is beautiful, there is no doubt about that.
The results were better than expected.
But he was born in a humble family, was not good at dealing with people, and often looked aloof and aloof, as if he wanted to keep strangers away.
I guess she won't have the chance to learn musical instruments or ball games. As for tea art, flower arranging, yoga, cooking, these things that rich girls use to pass the time, she has never even come into contact with them.
The most important thing is personality. Ling Xuan is introverted and steady. He needs a considerate and understanding girlfriend, not a wild woman who only wants to study and has no understanding of romance!
Lin Yao is confident that she can win this battle.
Jiang Fuyue was eating while thinking about the message Uncle Liu had just sent.
After she gave the keys to King and Queen to Hu Ben and Xiao Liu yesterday, they both took up their posts this morning in suits and ties.
There was no mention of asking Liu Jinzhong to send someone to teach them how to manage the bar first.
Uncle Liu was worried that the two had no management experience and didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, and that something might go wrong if they rushed in recklessly. As soon as he received the news, he turned around and reported it to Jiang Fuyue.
She replied: [Don't worry, just let them do it. When the mess is too messy to clean up, tie them up and bring them to me.]
Liu Jinzhong: [Yes.]
Jiang Fuyue was a little curious about what these two people could do to the bar.
Thinking of this, she curled her lips with interest, but suddenly noticed a prying gaze from the opposite side. Her eyes became sharp and she suddenly raised her eyes.
Lin Yao didn't expect the other party to suddenly look at her, and was stunned.
Before she could react, Jiang Fuyue had already lowered his eyelids, as if he was trying to dodge.
Why hide?
Of course it’s because of inferiority complex!
She was no match for herself, and seeing herself sitting next to Ling Xuan, she chose to escape.
This allowed Lin Yao's frustrated sense of superiority to heal again and become even stronger.
I thought to myself, Jiang Fuyue is quite self-aware.
Isn’t this another advantage?
"Yaoyao, why haven't you picked up your chopsticks? Is it not to your taste?" Tang Ruoyan whispered with concern and put a piece of her favorite spare ribs into her bowl.
"Try it, this one is pretty good!"
A flash of disgust flashed across Lin Yao's eyes, but she quickly subsided. "Thank you, but I've been trying to control my fat levels lately, so... I'm sorry."
"Oh my God! You are so thin and you still want to lose weight? How can we live then?" Tang Ruoyan was used to praising her, so when she spoke, her tone unconsciously became a bit exaggerated and her voice was loud.
Many people around heard it.
Lin Yao looked embarrassed.
Tang Ruoyan, however, was unaware of his presence. Instead, she took this opportunity to spare no effort to help Lin Yao gain a sense of presence, attempting to divert everyone's attention away from Jiang Fuyue, Zhong, and Yi.
"Don't you agree? Yaoyao is already so thin, and she's still losing weight. She's so self-disciplined! It turns out that being a goddess isn't something that just any ordinary person can do!"
Everyone subconsciously looked at Lin Yao and saw that except for the piece of pork ribs, the edges of her bowl were clean and her chopsticks were still on the table. It was obvious that she had not touched a single bite.
"Life is all about eating and drinking. If you can't enjoy delicious food to your heart's content, it would be too frustrating," someone said.
"Yeah, I feel weak all over if I don't eat meat for a day!"
"If you don't eat it when you're young, when you get to middle age and tend to gain weight, you won't be able to eat it even if you want to."
Tang Ruoyan: "Boys don't care much about their appearance. Of course you can eat and drink whatever you want, but how can you compare with girls? We not only have to control fat to maintain our figure, but also control sugar to prevent aging. Which girl doesn't diet? Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you."
"Yes! I see Sister Yue is eating very happily."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Fuyue. They saw two bowls and a plate in front of her. The bowls were used for rice and soup, and the plate was used for vegetables.
His movements were quick, accurate and decisive, yet polite; he chewed and swallowed carefully and attentively, enjoying the delicious food.
Compared to Lin Yao's shy and reserved personality, Jiang Fuyue's generosity is obviously more popular.
"Damn—I was already full, but seeing Sister Yue eating, I felt like I could eat two more bowls."
"Even when the goddess eats meat, she is breathtakingly beautiful."
"Look, I don't need to go on a diet?" The man turned his head and looked at Tang Ruoyan.
Hang Haoran standing by also nodded in agreement.
Tang Ruoyan glared at him fiercely, her cheeks flushed: "I..."
"Maybe everyone's physique is different," Lin Yao said with a smile, trying to explain, "I can't eat like this."
Tang Ruoyan quickly responded: "I can't either!"
Lin Yao's eyelids twitched.
"So Sister Yue is the type who can't gain weight?"
Lin Yao: “…probably.”
"What's that saying? Something about being born...hard to give up?"
"It's hard to give up natural beauty!"
"Yes, yes, this sentence was created specifically for Sister Yue!"
"I agree."
+1
“…”
Liu Bowen and Hou Siyuan, the two poor guys who were forced to give up their seats, listened, ate, and nodded frantically.
Sister Yue is the most beautiful, no objection accepted!
Tang Ruoyan couldn't help but curl her lips. What's so great about that?
Lin Yao still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were frozen in thought, and she didn't get hit by the chopsticks at all.
Just sitting there, like a vase, beautiful but lifeless.
Seeing this, Ling Xuan couldn't help but frown: "If you don't plan to eat, why bother to participate?"
Lin Yao never appeared in such occasions before.
Ling Xuan too.
But today, both of them came.
"Why you do that is why I do that," she said.
"……what ever."
On the other side, when Jiang Fuyue was about to put down her chopsticks after eating until she was 70% full, Yi Ci suddenly picked up a piece of tofu and put it into her bowl.
Serving chopsticks are used.
"Well... I see you like it, this is the last piece."
Zhong Ziang snorted coldly, "Little trick..."
Then he called the waiter and pointed at the dish: "Give me another plate!"
Yi Ci: “?”
Zhong Ziang: Hey, little guy, are you stupid?
Jiang Fuyue: “…”
Haha, two noobs fighting each other.
"I'm full. I'm going out to get some fresh air. You guys take your time eating." After saying that, he got up and left.
In this way, there was no barrier between Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang. When their eyes met, it was like sharp swords being drawn from their sheaths, colliding with each other.
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Yi Ci sneered: "Some people are arrogant just because they have a few bucks. To put it bluntly, they are just idiots and old fools!"
Zhong Ziang refused to give in: "That's better than some people showing their affection. The key is whether they accept it."
As he said this, he glanced at the untouched tofu in the bowl.
Yi Ci: “…” Damn!
"Excuse me, please," the waiter said with difficulty, "Would you like some more pan-fried tofu?"
Yi Ci suddenly curled his lips: "Do you want it, Master Zhong? You speak as if you are accepted. Aren't you the same as me?"
Zhong Ziang's eyebrows twitched: "No! No! You're so slow!"
The waiter who had been standing by the side from beginning to end: "?"
It's very innocent.
…
After Jiang Fuyue went out, he called Niu Chunhua back.
Long Tian has been cleared out, and his followers have also been cut off by Liu Jinzhong.
"...But when he went there, he kept asking to see you, saying things like Lou Sheng was back."
Niu Chunhua didn't know that Lou Mingyue had another identity called "Lou Sheng" in his previous life, but on the day of cleaning up the family, coupled with the crazy words that Long Tian uttered after being taken away, she had some guesses in her mind.
But he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask Jiang Fuyue directly.
She knows very well what the boundaries and distances should be.
"I didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense. I just gagged him and threw him to the sharks. Isn't his nickname 'Dragon King'? Now he really is the king of the sea."
Jiang Fuyue: "Then he should be called the Sea King."
The other end was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "...your mouth is as poisonous as ever."
"Hang up."
After ending the call, Jiang Fuyue turned around and went in. After taking two steps, she bumped into Zhong Ziang head-on.
"How did you get home yesterday? Did you get a taxi later?"
"Yeah." Jiang Fuyue nodded.
"No... what are you saying? I said so much, and you only replied with one word? That's too perfunctory, isn't it? I was worried about you all night..."
Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a strange and subtle look, and Zhong Ziang's scalp was numb from being stared at.
"What are you looking at?"
"It's strange."
"ah?"
It took Zhong Ziang a while to react: "...Are you mocking me?!"
They actually said he was "strange".
"Isn't that right? Just based on the fact that I beat you up more than twice, we can't be friends, but you took the initiative to stick to me and ask about my well-being. Why?"
As she spoke, she took a step forward, shortening the distance between them. Their eyes met, and their breaths felt close.
Jiang Fuyue's pair of dark and deep eyes seemed to see through him. Under this sharp insight, it seemed that all the devilish tricks would be exposed——
"Have you ever heard a word?"
Zhong Ziang's heart was pounding: "W-what did you say?"
"If someone shows kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."
"...Can't it be just a show of concern between classmates?"
"Of course, but Mr. Zhong, aren't you meddling too much? Hmm?"
The ending tone rises, like a feather brushing across the boy's heart.
"No, not much..." He couldn't help swallowing and subconsciously wanted to retreat to avoid her captivating questioning.
Jiang Fuyue glanced at them lightly and reminded them, "Don't retreat, there's a pool behind you."
"Ah? Oh!" Zhong Ziang was startled.
Suddenly, "What are you and Yi Ci playing?"
The understated tone, as if mentioned casually, caught the young man off guard.
“…No, nothing!”
"It's nothing, why are you so nervous? Your pupils are dilated, your muscles are stiff, and even your voice is a few degrees higher. A person only emphasizes something when they feel guilty."
Zhong Ziang was horrified when he heard this, but Jiang Fuyue's radar-like gaze was still fixed on his face, so he couldn't show any fear or dodge.
He could only force himself to look at her, but in fact his back was already soaked.
finally--
Jiang Fuyue withdrew her gaze and took a step back to give him enough space to breathe.
but--
"I don't believe you. One day, I'll know the truth. It won't be some old trick like betting on who will catch me first."
Zhong Ziang: “!”
Shit! I almost peed myself.
Jiang Fuyue finished speaking and strode in.
Zhong Ziang stood there, stunned for a moment, then suddenly ran after him: "Wait—"
The girl stopped and looked back, chuckling softly, "So, you decided to confess and get a lighter sentence?"
"Hey! I didn't do anything bad, what is there to confess..." He testified in a low voice.
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow, "Then what do you want me to do?"
He suddenly took a half step back, stood straight, and adjusted his vest and shirt collar. Suddenly, he raised his chin and looked at the girl with a disdainful look.
"How about it?"
Well!
Jiang Fuyue: "What's going on?"
"This is what I'm wearing!" As he said this, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with particular emphasis.
"...Do you want to hear the truth?"
"certainly!"
Jiang Fuyue looked at him carefully, and said, "First, let me ask you a question."
"Um?"
"You're wearing a vest in the middle of summer, with your shirt buttoned up to the last button. Aren't you hot?"
Zhong Ziang: "...Yes, a little. But don't you think I'm very gentlemanly and stylish? I'm like a hero from a Shakespearean book, every move is synonymous with romance."
"Shakespeare? I think you look a lot like him, except for the 'Shi' character."
Zhong Ziang: “?”
Shakespeare, missing a "Shi"...
"Shapeare?"
What an idiot!
Jiang Fuyue spread his hands and said, "You said it yourself, don't blame me."
Zhong Ziang: “…” Damn!
"Oh, by the way, can you look at people without raising your chin?"
"W-why?" My intuition told me nothing good.
"Like a fighting cock."
Zhong Ziang is about to cry.
"You're talking nonsense! You're deliberately trying to put me down! My uncle usually dresses like this, with his chin held higher than mine, yet women throw themselves at him wherever he goes."
Uncle?
Xie Dingyuan?
Jiang Fuyue's eyes turned cold: "Oh, maybe he is a fighter among fighting cocks, the kind with a chin that can fly into the sky."
After saying that, he strode away.
"How can this be a chicken? Is there a chicken as handsome as me?"
"Even if it's a chicken, why am I not a fighter and my uncle is? I'm obviously better at shooting."
Young Master Zhong was puzzled.
…
Not long after Jiang Fuyue returned to the private room, everyone had almost finished eating.
Just as they were about to leave, Hou Siyuan suddenly stood up, holding a cup: "Wait a minute! I have something to say!"
Everyone was stunned and sat back down.
Hou Siyuan took a deep breath, as if mustering all his courage: "This cup I want to toast to someone. I used to be a drag on the physics competition class. When the school didn't pay much attention to physics competitions, I just stayed in that class, muddling through. Then they suddenly changed the difficulty and said we'd be participating this year..."
"I remember that day a lot of people left at once, and only about a dozen students were left. To be honest, I wanted to withdraw, but I had diarrhea that day and had to go to the bathroom, so I didn't have time to choose. In the end, I stayed by mistake."
"But my foundation is not good. I can't even keep up with the average progress of the class. Then, I get anxious and can't sleep all night. When I fall asleep, I'm even dreaming about writing exams."
"Those were the darkest and scariest times of my entire high school life. Even now, when I think about it, I still can't help but tremble all over and my palms sweat."
"Because of the excessive pressure, I couldn't help but vomit in class. I vomited once in every class. Now some people call me the 'vomiting baby'..."
This immediately caused a burst of laughter.
Recalling the ups and downs of the initial training camp, everyone had varying degrees of emotion on their faces.
Hou Siyuan took a breath and continued, "She saved me from this unrelieved pressure, and her way of saving me was... ahem! Making me feel even more pressure."
"Hahahaha..." The laughter got louder.
Everyone also knew who Hou Siyuan wanted to toast with this glass, and they all looked at Jiang Fuyue.
Tang Ruoyan sat next to Hang Haoran and saw that he was also staring at Jiang Fuyue with an expression of excitement and admiration, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.
Lin Yao also felt a little uncomfortable in such an atmosphere.
She was not a member of the physics competition class and had not experienced what Hou Siyuan said, so she could not find any empathy points at all. She could only sit quietly and listen.
On the other hand, Ling Xuan's emotions were not as exposed as others, but the faint and gentle smile on his lips revealed his true emotions.
This is the experience he and Jiang Fuyue share, which constitutes a fragment of memory in which you are in me and I am in you.
Lin Yao had never participated, so she didn't even have the qualifications to discuss feelings together.
This made her deeply jealous of Jiang Fuyue.
And for the first time in a similar occasion, she was no longer the focus of everyone's attention. Instead, she was overshadowed by another girl who was not as good as her.
Lin Yao pursed her lips, and her hands under the table tightened unconsciously, pulling the tablecloth into wrinkles.
Hou Siyuan: "...From that day on, I lived in dire straits, because she was so terrifying! She took five minutes to solve a final question, and ten minutes to complete an entire A++ exam."
"But the amazing thing is that I didn't vomit. Maybe it's because Liu Bowen and I were instantly reduced to ashes in front of her. If we're all assholes, then what's the point of distinguishing between the three, six, and nine levels? Right?"
Everyone echoed, "Yes! That's right! We are all scum in front of her!"
Jiang Fuyue shook his head and laughed.
Hou Siyuan: "...I passed the preliminary exam, made it to the semi-finals, and finally won first prize nationally. Before, I wouldn't even have dared to dream of this."
Finally, he looked at Jiang Fuyue: "It's you who made me who I am today, a better Hou Siyuan. It's also you who showed me what a true 'genius academic master' is!"
"That feeling...how do I describe it? It's like seeing a shining lighthouse on the boundless ocean. It stands so high, shines so brightly. It's a guide for future voyages, and the pinnacle of human endeavor. It's so magnificent, and so powerful."
Yes.
Magnificent and powerful.
He expressed everyone's perception of Jiang Fuyue.
If life must have a benchmark, Jiang Fuyue is definitely the one standing at the highest and farthest point, visible to everyone but rarely reached.
How fortunate they were that they passed by her and witnessed her towering presence with their own eyes, but so far no one has measured her true height.
Hou Siyuan: "In short, Sister Yue, you are the eternal goddess in my heart. I toast to you with this glass!"
The applause was thunderous.
Jiang Fuyue slowly stood up and picked up the teacup in front of her.
She no longer had that expressionless look when facing Zhong and Yi. A smile played on her lips, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a soft light.
Everyone knows that Jiang Fu Yue is beautiful, but because of her overly powerful strength, they always subconsciously ignore her feminine qualities.
For example, she can smile, be bright and cheerful, and have the innocence, kindness, playfulness and liveliness of a girl.
At this moment, everyone's face was filled with amazement.
Ling Xuan's face was smiling.
Yi Ci's eyes lit up.
Zhong Ziang's eyes were filled with a hint of astonishment: So this is how she smiles...
But she never smiled at him.
He glanced at Yi Ci and saw that he was not that tough. He instantly regained his balance.
Jiang Fuyue gently touched the cup in Hou Siyuan's hand and said, "You've worked hard, and everything you've achieved is what you deserve. Congratulations."
"Sister Yue, can you say a few words to encourage everyone? We can't just favor Monkey alone, right?" Liu Fei suggested loudly.
Everyone immediately agreed——
“Yes, yes, yes!”
"Goddess, please give us some good advice! I'll write it down when I get home, frame it, and hang it on the wall!"
"I can have a water cup with words on it made for me, and keep it by my side every day to get some luck. What I drink is perfect, and what I cough out is also perfect. That's amazing~"
"Ugh! He Xin, that's enough!"
“…”
It was hard to refuse such a kind offer. Jiang Fuyue thought about it and finally gave them a sentence:
"Study hard, make progress every day, and strive to build our great motherland."
Well--
If special effects could be added, then a flock of crows would definitely fly by at this moment.
The whole audience seemed to have pressed the pause button and no one reacted.
One second, two seconds...
A full five seconds passed, and suddenly a soft laugh spread out, with the unique cuteness of a girl.
Tang Ruoyan covered her mouth. "What era is it now? And you're still talking about building our great motherland? Jiang, aren't you too old-fashioned?"
Eight thousand words, two chapters combined together~ (Xiaohua shakes her hands, asking for votes as usual)
Prize quiz: What will be Sister Yue’s next reaction?
A. Refute immediately; B. Say nothing
(End of this chapter)
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