"Shen Mo, I will work hard to get into the same university as you." The girl's face was red as blood. Upon closer inspection, her hands holding the flowers were shaking with nervousness.
"Can you give me the second button of your school uniform?"
As she spoke, the girl's voice gradually weakened and she was obviously lacking in confidence.
However, Shen Mo's mind was full of thoughts about whether An Ci would get lost. In response to the girl's confession, he just said expressionlessly, "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Ci saw the girl's eyes turn red, and the next second she ran away with tears in her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, An Ci saw the people around him showing an expected expression, as if they had already guessed that Shen Mo would refuse.
But even so, there are still many girls who will not turn back until they hit the wall. As soon as the previous girl ran away, another girl ran up to Shen Mo and confessed her love to him. The main point was that she wanted Shen Mo's school uniform buttons.
An Ci really couldn't understand why they were obsessed with Shen Mo's school uniform buttons. Aren't Nanyi's school uniforms uniform? Don't their uniforms also have buttons?
Could it be that the buttons on Shen Mo’s school uniform are trimmed with gold?
She was still wondering when she heard Shen Mo's voice again, even more reserved than before, "No."
As if she guessed that she would be rejected, the girl showed a bit of disappointment in her eyes, and then left dejectedly.
Song Yuan stood beside Shen Mo, watching another girl walk over. He bumped into Shen Mo's shoulder and jokingly said, "You're pretty lucky with women, bro."
Shen Mo remained silent, his eyes fixed on his phone. Song Yuan felt bored. He turned around and saw An Ci standing in the crowd. He almost blurted out, "Xiao Ci."
The two were standing very close to each other, and Shen Mo heard it immediately, and instinctively followed his gaze and looked over.
Everyone around was wearing Nanyi's school uniform, except An Ci, who was wearing a light blue sweatshirt, which made him stand out.
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards her with his long legs.
The girl who walked in front of Shen Mo and hadn't had time to speak was dumbfounded, "..."
Even if she is rejected, at least let her finish her confession.
Hey, school idol Shen.
Come back.
Song Yuan looked at her sympathetically, then followed Shen Mo's footsteps.
"Why are you so slow?" Shen Mo walked in front of An Ci, and his cold eyes gradually softened.
"I went to buy flowers." An Ci would never admit that she was lost. After all, she still had to save face.
Hearing this, Shen Mo finally noticed the flowers in her hand and was startled. "Why did you buy flowers?"
After he finished speaking, Song Yuan stopped beside him.
An Ci stuffed the flowers directly into his arms and said with a smile, "Cousin, congratulations on your graduation."
The sudden appearance of flowers startled Song Yuan. He looked down at the flowers in his hand and smiled, "You still have some conscience."
Shen Mo looked at the flowers in Song Yuan's hand, then looked at his empty hands, and unconsciously tightened his lips.
Song Yuan noticed that she only brought a bouquet of flowers and asked in confusion, "Where's Shen Mo's?"
An Ci glanced at Shen Mo and teased him, "Didn't a lot of people give him flowers?"
Shen Mo frowned, but Song Yuan didn't notice it yet, and then teased, "If he is willing to accept it, he can open a flower shop. You don't know how many girls have confessed to him."
"I know." An Ci curled his lips, "I just saw it."
She looked up at Shen Mo and asked the question in her heart, "Why do they all want the buttons of your school uniform?"
"Because the second button is closest to the heart. If you are willing to give the button to someone, it means you like that person." Without waiting for Shen Mo to explain, Song Yuan answered positively.
An Ci suddenly realized, his eyes fell on the second button of Shen Mo's school uniform, and he chuckled softly.
Pretty good at playing.
"Let's go." Shen Mo's voice was so light that no emotion could be heard.
He raised his foot and walked away. The powerful aura he exuded made the people around him make way for him.
I was afraid that if I got close to him, I would be frozen by the cold air from his body.
An Ci couldn't hold back his laughter, and quickly chased after him, stretching out two fingers to grab the corner of Shen Mo's school uniform.
"Are you angry?"
Although it was clearly a questioning tone, it inexplicably gave off a sense of certainty.
Shen Mo had no expression on his face. "What?"
"Are you angry?" She spoke slower this time.
Shen Mo said hypocritically, "No."
An Ci held onto the corner of his shirt, suppressing a smile. "That's fine. I want to drink that strawberry milkshake you bought me yesterday."
"Let Song Yuan buy it for you." He said this, but his body movements were very honest. He slowed down and waited for her to catch up.
An Ci turned his head and glanced at Song Yuan, who was still chatting with his friends, and said, "He's not free."
Shen Mo said, "I don't have time either."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Buy roujiamo for Fugui."
“…”
He even said he wasn't angry.
It's obvious that he is holding a grudge. It's just that she gave Song Yuanhua but not him.
"You bought roujiamo for Fugui, but didn't buy me a strawberry milkshake." As she said this, she laughed out of anger.
Shen Mo said without turning his head, "I learned it from you."
Listen, listen to them all.
That's it, and you still say you're not angry? You're kidding.
The more he insisted, the more An Ci wanted to tease him. "What do you mean you learned from me? When did I become like this?"
Knowing that she was pretending to be confused, Shen Mo kept silent.
"puff."
An Ci couldn't help laughing in the end, so he handed the paper bag in his hand forward and touched the back of his hand.
"Can this be exchanged for a strawberry milkshake?"
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