The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 772 Sports Students vs Dance Students 6

   In the dim light, a boy was standing under a tree with a black shoulder bag, unable to see his face.

   looked quietly in the direction of the center, until the dance was over, he lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

   This dance quickly became popular on the Internet, reaching the top of the Weibo hot search list, and it was circulated in major university forums.

The night is bright and the moon is bright, the stars are shining, the meteors are falling from the dome, the fallen leaves are rustling by the lake, the wind is rustling, the girl is dancing in the middle of the bonfire, classical and atmospheric, every strand of hair is immersed in the cold moonlight, all accompanying her .

   is a divine face.

   [Good guy, this jump will give priority to the right to choose a spouse for four years! 】

  【I declare that the dancers won this time ah ah ah ah! 】

  [The highest score in the art joint entrance examination is awesome! 】

   [But she is really good-looking, the atmosphere is amazing, she looks like a giant, and she is like a dragon, I finally understand why the ancient emperors liked to watch fairies dance. 】

  【Hama Dayi art student, single, brothers can rush! 】

   The hot search is still like this, and the Binda Forum is also instantly exploded, and some people have pulled out the video of Guan Yuenan dancing during military training three years ago for comparison.

  【One is more charming and the other is more graceful. To be honest, I feel that the latter has completely overtaken the former this time. I am a dancer, and the strength is really not casual. 】

   Guan Yuenan naturally saw this video, and the little sisters were comforting her. Her smile remained unchanged: "Everyone, please make a fresh picture, no one will remember it in a few days. Now the new students really like to be in the limelight."

   The little sister hurriedly said: "Senior said that Nan Nan you dance well, and I don't know what this freshman can compare to you."

   Mentioning Pei Xuyan, Guan Yuenan's face was sweet, and she sprayed rose-scented perfume into her hair, her collarbone gleaming: "He just likes watching dances."

   Boys' dormitory.

   The dark curtains are half drawn, blocking half the light.

Pei Xuyan just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He wiped his hair with a towel. He was naked, wearing only grey sweatpants. edge.

   He casually put on a loose and casual T-shirt, lay on the gaming chair, grabbed the black over-ear headphones on the table, messed up his black hair, and turned on the computer.

   The light in the dormitory is a little dim, the light from the screen hits the side of his tall nose, and the profile of his face is shadowy.

  Tang Chenmao saw this scene when he came back with the rice, and threw the rice on the table angrily: "Master! Your meal!"

   "Thank you." Pei Xuyan said, staring at the computer screen, his fingers on the gaming keyboard were slender and easy to use.

   "There are so many beautiful women who don't go to see the bonfire party outside and play games in the dormitory. You really have few desires."

  Tang Chenmao swiped the school forum, and could faintly hear screams downstairs, and suddenly swiped a certain video: "Fuck, this waist!"

   He pulled over the chair, sat down next to Pei Xuyan, and pointed the phone in front of Pei Xuyan: "Just the one who said you were not a good thing that day, it's a coincidence that I met twice. It's really good to dance."

   Pei Xuyan said impatiently: "Take it away, let's play games."

   "Look at it, it's really good." Tang Chenmao's voice was ambiguous, and he said a few words, "The waist is so flexible, it is estimated that it can be played in any posture."

The rhythmic percussion of the    mechanical keyboard reverberated.

   Pei Xuyan never took his eyes off the screen, and his body was still stained with moisture. In the dim dormitory, under the light and shadow of the game, there was a sluggish laziness, and a sneer on his thin lips.

   "Who the **** won't say anything, go after you if you can, don't bother me here."

   There was a deafening carnival outside, isolated from the window, and two people in the boys' dormitory were talking.

   "Don't you like dance students?" Tang Chenmao put away his phone angrily, and stopped him from looking at it, staring at the computer screen, "This wave is good! Brother Yan is awesome—"

   When the game was over, Pei Xuyan took off the black earphones and hung them around his neck: "I like watching dances, but I'm not interested in people."

   Pei Xuyan's mother is a national first-class dance master. A solo dance was amazing, and her grandmother studied opera. She grew up in such an environment, broadened her horizons, and was proud in her bones. He has a special plot for dance.

  Tang Chenmao was born when he was young, so he naturally knew that this young master would never be absent from every stage of his mother's stage, and the applause and curtain call would definitely be the first one to send flowers.

   Pei Xuyan remembered something, took out a cigarette from the table, and said indifferently: "And what is that called? Don't let her follow next time."

"Guan Yuenan!" Tang Chenmao was speechless, "It's been the third year since they were chasing you, and you can't even name them? What's wrong with Guan Da's flower, I'll obey you in every way. How many times I can't watch it anymore."

   "Too annoying." Pei Xuyan spit out two words.

  Tang Chenmao gave him a thumbs up: "Wild or you are wild!"

   The woman who has been chasing Pei Xuyan over the years is estimated to be able to go around half of Ningcheng, but at the level of this young master's restraint. Later, Pei Xuyan became impatient, so he casually talked about a girlfriend, and there were still people who followed.

   Guan Yuenan claimed the status of his girlfriend as if nothing to the outside world.

   Pei Xuyan knew it, but it didn't matter.

   "What do you think the woman who can win you in the future looks like?"

A bit of scarlet flickered on and off, his slender fingers naturally hung down with a cigarette, and he leaned against the gaming chair in a relaxed manner. His profile face was hidden in the smoke, with a decadent and fatal attraction, and his thin lips overflowed with a mocking smile. , just listening to the **** voice: "At least it can't be worse than me."

  “…”

   "Why don't you stay single."

   In mid-September, Ningcheng was still in a heat wave.

   After the military training was over, there was a holiday, and many new students couldn’t wait to go out and see this prosperous and huge city for thousands of years.

  Qian is a native of Ningcheng, born and raised for 19 years, so she has no worries. On weekends, she came to the second uncle's dance agency to help and teach children how to dance classical dance.

   She used to come often, and children were very close to her.

   "Mr. Seven!"

   When the little boy saw Qi An, he gave him a special kiss. He jumped on her and said excitedly, "Teacher, today I... my dad came to pick me up. My dad is so handsome! I'll introduce you to him as a partner!"

   "It's not necessary." Qi An couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the child and was ashamed.

  Child, if you talk like that, your mommy will beat you up.

   She went to the changing room and changed into dance clothes, and she tied a low ball head casually. She was lazy and fluffy, with a thin skeleton, white skin, a small face, and a big palm. She looked soft and soft.

   The phone ding-dong rang.

  Ms. Chen at home sent a message: [Today, Tingbin will pick you up and have dinner at your aunt Shao's house in the evening. 】

   Qi An Hui: [Okay, beauty, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs! 】

   The time for teaching dance went by quickly. As the dance class was about to end, many parents came to pick up their children and sat outside in twos and threes to wait.

   (end of this chapter)