After Lin Luo and Ji Qian'an finished writing their self-criticisms seriously and promoted the importance and necessity of abiding by traffic laws and regulations, the dean finally let them go. Before letting them go, he said, "You two young people are quite handsome and a good match. Fall in love and don't quarrel. But don't affect others for the sake of your love."

"We're not in love yet." Lin Luo waved his hands quickly. He couldn't say anything nonsense as this was still being broadcast live.

Ji Chi'an was about to refute her when the dean chuckled: "If you say 'not yet', it means there will be in the future, so what's the difference between that and already being in love? Don't be shy, little girl, be more generous and take the initiative. In this day and age, don't always let boys take the initiative, otherwise it will be very hard. Okay, okay, I won't say much. I'm going to work first. You guys continue filming, but try not to disturb students' study and rest."

"Okay, dean."

Lin Luo nodded obediently, just like a little girl who was caught in a premature love affair in middle school. She followed Ji Chi'an out of the dormitory office and headed towards the playground. As they walked, Ji Chi'an suddenly stopped. Lin Luo didn't react and bumped into him, straight into his solid chest.

She cried out in pain, and when she looked up, she saw Ji Chi'an turning around and looking at her with a smile.

She rubbed her head and muttered unhappily, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just thought you looked cute when you were frightened just now."

"That's not called fear. I just listened to the teacher and corrected my mistakes. But you insisted on putting me on the front bumper. Something happened, you got scolded, and I was embarrassed. I was implicated by you. You're not a child anymore, but you're still so unreliable." Lin Luo still had Ji Chi'an's shirt tied around his waist. He was kicking and stomping his feet, looking very dissatisfied. "But how did you think of putting me on the front bumper? It's not the 1980s. Isn't it unfashionable?"

Ji Chi'an, who had just laughed at Lin Luo's fear, turned around and walked away with a paralyzed face.

Lin Luo followed behind happily and asked in a mean voice: "You didn't learn it from watching TV? Did you go to watch the youth idol drama just for this show? No, you are so grown up, how come you don't know that reality is different from what you see on TV..."

Ji Qian was nagging by her, so he stopped, turned around, covered her mouth with his backhand, lowered his head very low, and whispered in her ear in a voice so soft that it couldn't be heard: "If you continue, I will use other methods to block your mouth. I mean what I say."

Although the voice was soft, the tone was vicious, which made Lin Luo believe that he would really do what he said. He nodded in horror and couldn't help but have beautiful thoughts in his mind.

——Pinch, pinch the waist and kiss... Damn it, why am I imagining the picture in my mind again, wait, why did the male protagonist's face appear in Ji Qian's mind! I, I... I really... my face is so hot.

Fortunately, Ji Qian'an didn't turn off the headphones today, otherwise the erotic picture in Lin Luo's mind would most likely arouse his interest, and then he would kill her on the spot.

After all, her restless and wet eyes like a deer and the slightly hot temperature he felt in his palm were already somewhat seductive.

Suddenly, Lin Luo's shyly lowered eyelids were lifted up, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he immediately stood on tiptoe, covered the back of his head with one hand and pressed it into his arms, and swung the other hand back, making a heavy "bang" sound.

Then, "hiss" she burst into tears due to the pain. She retracted her hand, covered her wrist and squatted down. Not far away, a round football was rolling away innocently.

Ji Chi'an squatted down quickly, pulled out her wrist and took a look, his expression turned cold: "Are you stupid? What ball are you blocking? The scar on your leg hasn't healed yet, do you want to have a scar on your hand too?"

Lin Luo pulled back his hand and shook it: "There is no wound, why should I have a scar? What if I hit your head, who will the nearly 10,000 employees of Jiahe Group rely on for food? I am doing this for bravery, okay? Why don't you praise me!"

"Even if my head is hurt, it's better than yours." Ji Chi'an still had a cold face, pulled her wrist back again, and rubbed it gently with his hand, feeling angry and sweet in his heart. He

was angry because she was stupid, and sweet because she was stupid for him.

Just as Lin Luo was about to fight back against Ji Chi'an, she heard a stuttering Chinese sentence, "Sorry, we didn't mean it." She

looked up and saw four or five blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guys holding a football, looking at them apologetically. With

deep eyebrows, narrow and high nose bridge, and typical European looks, he shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and tried his best to explain something, but he couldn't say anything after holding it in for a long time. Finally, he pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and said pitifully, "Sorry, my Chinese is not very good."

Lin Luo immediately patted her skirt, stood up and smiled at them, "Nothing. You don't have to worry. Just have fun."

It was an authentic London accent.

"I'm so sorry." The handsome boy holding the ball blinked with an innocent look, then turned around and whispered something with his companions.

When Lin Luo heard what they said, he immediately smiled and said softly in French: "So you are international students studying in France. I went to school in the UK when I was in high school and I was exchanged in France for a year. I like your country very much. You don't have to feel too sorry for what happened just now. I know you didn't mean it. No one was hurt and we are not unhappy. So don't blame yourselves. I hope you have fun."

The handsome young men were immediately delighted. It turned out that language was not a barrier. They were still worried about how to maintain the friendship between China and France. So they immediately started to chat with Lin Luo. They first introduced themselves, then apologized, and then talked about the beautiful scenery and food in France. Then they praised Lin Luo's standard pronunciation and charming beauty, and finally asked if they could leave their contact information.

Ji Chi'an, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, pulled Lin Luo behind him, and said coldly: "C 'est ma petite amie."

The sparrow-like handsome boy immediately showed an expression of understanding, and then chattered a lot of things, making Lin Luo blush, and then left with a smile.

Lin Luo glared at Ji Chi'an: "What are you talking about!"

Ji Chi'an did not answer her, but just pulled her hand and walked to the canteen beside the playground, bought a bottle of ice water, put it on her wrist, pursed his lips slightly, and looked not very happy.

Lin Luo lowered her head and watched him apply ice cubes to her red and swollen area. His hair fell gently, and his hands moved delicately and gently. His slightly warm fingers stroked her skin, which was chilled by the ice water, causing a tingling sensation. The

extremely close distance, the tingling sensation of skin touching, and the silence between the two made the atmosphere awkward and ambiguous. In order to break this awkwardness, Lin Luo took the initiative to speak: "It turns out that President Ji can speak French?"

"Yeah." Ji Qian'an obviously had no interest in this topic.

But Lin Luo really didn't want to talk about the topic he was interested in for the time being, so he continued to chat awkwardly: "How about it, my French is not bad, right?"

"French students have praised your French standard, what else do you think I can say?"

"Hehe." Lin Luo smiled proudly, "I was the first in my major when I was in college. Our professor was British, so even though I went to college in the United States, I was still used to speaking with a British accent. But I thought our professor's wife's French was also very nice, so I took a minor in French. I was the first in both majors at the time. With my qualifications, you didn't pay me when I was your secretary before, and you even deducted my salary. You simply drowned my talent and forced me to find another way out."

Lin Luo accidentally talked about his study experience in his previous life on a whim, and the barrage became even more lively.

[Ahhhh! The London accent resonates with me! I really love the London accent! ! Ahhhh!! 】

【So is there anyone who can translate online what they said? What did President Ji say at the end? Why is there no real-time simultaneous interpretation in the live broadcast? Ah! 】

【The first part is not important! I will help you translate what President Ji said: She is my girlfriend. 】

【Ahhhhh??? Are you bullying us illiterate people? Is this fucking public? 】

【Do you need to know eight languages ​​to have a sweet chat now? Do I have it easy? 】

【But Lin Luo doesn't seem to admit it? 】

【My blind guess is that Ji Chi'an is pursuing Lin Luo, but Lin Luo is still hesitating. Don't ask me why. It's a woman's intuition】

【+1 in the first part】

【Don't talk about your intuition. This is clearly the naked truth! ! ! 】

【So the so-called Lin Luo devoting herself to President Ji for resources is...】

【With President Ji's figure and looks, I'd rather sleep with him! What other resources do I need to exchange for? The haters are really brainless! 】

【Even President Ji didn't raise Lin Luo's salary】

【But I think Lin Luo must be interested in President Ji too! Usually, the first reaction when seeing the ball coming is to dodge, but she blocked it. Who would believe her if she said she didn't have President Ji in her heart? 】

【That's right, look at her blushing face! The dean of studies has revealed the truth, can you stop being so hesitant and shy! Kiss her! I want to press my head! 】

【I'll offer five bags of spicy noodles and bet they will reveal it as soon as the show ends】

【I'll offer ten bags of spicy noodles and bet they will reveal it before the show ends】

【Ahhhh! Mom! I've found a real couple! I'm dying! 】

【Today is another day of crying for the beautiful love】

【Today is another day of falling for Miss Lin Luo, she is so beautiful and she is also a top student! 】

【Think about Jiahe, if she is not a top student, how can she be recruited at such a young age? 】

【She can play the piano, speak French, speaks with a London accent, and has returned from studying abroad with a double degree. She is a beautiful and kind-hearted fairy! Ah, I am dead】

【Oh my God, what kind of fairy is this! ? I guess Lin Luo's family must be very well-off, otherwise she can't cultivate such a girl. Look at what she wears, although it is low-key, but they are all big brands】

【So she and Ji Chi'an are a perfect match, a group of fairies are jumping around and saying that they are kept by someone, it is really funny】

【The one who said that Lin Luo relied on men to get to the top and was not worthy of Ning Fei's jealousy, please stand up! Let's see if they are worthy! 】

【A top student and a beautiful lady, absolutely amazing! 】

As expected, as usual after every live broadcast, Lin Luo was on the hot search again.

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Lin Luo's personality was set high for a while, top student, language genius, fair, rich and beautiful, kind fairy, all of which were labeled with full of positive labels, as if the person who was ridiculed by the whole network a few days ago as a poor canary abandoned by the sponsor was not her.

Public opinion is so simple, the grass on the wall fell down with a slight breeze.

Ning Fei nestled in her bed, holding her computer, browsing Weibo page by page, and smiled with satisfaction. That's how it should be. The higher you praise someone, the better. The higher you praise someone, the harder he will fall. Very

good, the top student who dropped out of college, the rich and beautiful woman whose family was broken up and heavily in debt, and the kind-hearted fairy who despised poverty and loved wealth and abandoned her first love to choose a rich man, it's really interesting.

Ning Fei closed the computer, took out her mobile phone, and sent a WeChat message: Sister Liang, send me all the files you sorted out before, it's time to use them.

The author has something to say: Because the author decided to go to bed and get up early, I will update a short one this morning, and add more in the afternoon.

Health is the most important!

Don't worry, Ning Fei will not succeed in her actions, she will be over soon!