With a light laugh, the man in front of her squatted in front of her.
"Are you waiting for me to come?"
The sound is gentle and warm like the wind in the mountains and the spring water in the forest.
“…”
This voice...is not He Sui.
Cong Nian was a little confused.
The fingers in front of me were long and clean, and there was a familiar watch on the wrist.
She knew who it was...
She raised her head as if in slow motion, and pursed her lips when she met his gentle smile that was like the bright moon and gentle breeze.
"Senior Fang Xun, aren't you..."
Isn't he on the podium?!
How come he suddenly appeared in front of her?
This is just teasing her!
Woo woo woo, what should she do if she recognized the wrong person.
"Who is this girl? Which class is she from? She can actually make Senior Fang Xun smile so gently!!"
"Ahhhhhhh, Senior Fang Xun is so handsome!! I'm jealous!"
"She looks familiar, like I've seen her somewhere."
"Where have you seen me before? Think about it carefully."
“…”
From the moment Fang Xun ran down from the podium, most people's eyes were focused on him.
For a moment, Cong Nian felt a little overwhelmed.
She prayed over and over in her heart that He Sui and Yu Xinghe would come back soon. The gazes of the people around her were almost shooting her into a sieve.
"Are you hurt?"
Fang Xun reached out and hooked her ankle.
Cong Nian wanted to avoid his hand, but her feet were numb from squatting for too long, and she lost her balance and sat down on the lawn behind.
There was water on the lawn and my pants were wet...
The heel of her foot was rubbed by the shoe again, which made her face pale and her facial features wrinkled.
She once again rejected Fang Xun's hand that was extended to help her up, and squatted on the ground again, supporting herself on the wet grass.
The mud was soaked with water, making her snow-white hands dirty, and some dirt was stuck in the gaps between her fingernails.
"It's okay, I just twisted it accidentally. But Senior Fang Xun, you..."
Now the back of her school pants is wet. If she stands up, people will see it, so she can only squat to cover it up.
She raised her little face and quietly pointed behind him.
When he realized that his hands were dirty, he quickly put his hands behind his back.
He stammered, "So many people are looking at you. Aren't you hosting the rehearsal? Why did you suddenly come down here?"
Fang Xun curled his lips and moved closer to her. He pushed the loose hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ears, revealing her fair and shiny earlobes.
His hand rested on her arm through her school uniform.
"There are only a few classes left in rehearsal. Nan Qiao said I stole her thunder and asked me to hand over the rest to her. She said she needs to practice more so that she can perform normally tomorrow. Then she kicked me off."
He didn't feel guilty at all when he said this, and he especially emphasized the word "drive away".
Partners are meant to be tricked.
Seeing that he was serious, Cong Nian blinked and glanced at Jiang Nanqiao on the stage.
"Is that so?"
"Um."
Fang Xun nodded affirmatively.
What a confused little rabbit, he believed it so easily.
Cong Nian stared at the podium.
The girl's skirt was fluttering in the autumn wind, and it looked cold just by looking at her.
Senior Nan Qiao is so dedicated...
She seemed to see her legs shaking from the cold?
Or is it her illusion?
When I first met my senior sister in the bookstore, I thought she had a nice voice and was as beautiful as a flower.
"Please stand up first. Everyone on the stage can see you squatting there for so long, like a poor little thing no one wants."
His smile was gentle, and there was a hint of teasing in his tone, "Are your legs numb?"
numb.
Cong Nian answered in her heart, her little face gradually turning red.
But she!
The back of her school pants is wet!
"My legs aren't numb!"
Enduring the numbness, Cong Nian knocked his legs and forced a smile.
"I'm waiting for someone! Senior Fang Xun, don't worry about me. They will be back soon! Go back quickly."
If he stayed here any longer, the hottest posts on the school forum tonight would probably be about her and Fang Xun!
That's really a mess.
Cong Nian glimpsed Jiang Nanqiao waving towards them, and pulled his sleeve to signal him to look at the podium.
"Look, the last class has finished! Senior Nan Qiao is waving at you from the stage!"
Her eyes were sincere and there was still a blush on her face.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like a deer in the woods.
"Then can you stay here alone? Do you want me to take you there..."
Fang Xun pointed in the direction of the teaching building in the distance.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another cold voice.
"Can she have anything to do with you?"
He Sui pushed through the crowd, walked a few steps towards Cong Nian, and pulled away his hand that was on her arm.
Then, like a hen protecting her chicks, he tightly blocked her behind him.
It was a cold autumn day, but there was a dense layer of sweat beads on his forehead.
He must have run over to find her as soon as he finished talking to Chen Yanke.
Cong Nian looked up at him, wanting to take out some paper from her pocket to wipe his sweat.
But the two people in front of her seemed to have something to say, so she reluctantly squatted for a while.
With her small hands grabbing onto He Sui's school pants to stabilize her shaky body, Cong Nian smiled embarrassedly at Fang Xun.
Then he squatted on the ground, turned around, and rested his cheek against He Sui's knee.
Well, it’s much easier now that I have someone to rely on.
I hope they can resolve this quickly, otherwise her leg will be broken.
Got mud on your hands?
Cong Nian glanced at the school pants right in front of him and smiled contentedly.
It’s okay, just rub it.
That expression was 30% He Sui's.
So a small row of mud marks of varying depths were left on He Sui's school pants, as if left by a little cat.
Fang Xun looked at the little man behind him.
The playful little movements and the cute smile on the corner of the mouth are very cute, and the rosy little face is chubby, like a cute little kitten.
A hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes, and he smiled almost imperceptibly, then met He Sui's gaze.
The tone was somewhat nonchalant.
"He Sui, can't you be a little polite? At least call me senior, right?"
He squatted, he stood, one looked up, the other looked down.
He Sui raised his eyebrows, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and looked down at him condescendingly.
After a brief silence, he sneered:
"No need for courtesy to you."
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