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

   Chapter 779 Sports Students vs Dance Students 13

   Fang Yingying looked at her delicately, and finally rubbed the girl's head kindly and spoke earnestly.

   "Daughter, I still feel that Pei Xuyan is more worthy of you. The two of you will definitely be eye-catching when you stand together, but the senior seems to be able to kill you. You are stupid and fufu. Don't be deceived."

  Other roommates probed: "I have time to take you Bamboo Horse out for a meal, we will check it out for you."

  Qian: "…"

   Suddenly someone called out: "What is all this mess about on this forum? Why is your mouth so dirty!"

  Qian's video of military training dances was quite famous before, but now this video with Pei Xuyan is even more famous. There were more voices in the discussion, so it went in another direction.

  【Don't you think she did it on purpose? 】

   [face: sorry, I didn't expect it, heart: look at me, I'm so cute]

   [Pei Xuyan is almost speechless in his heart, it's really bad luck. 】

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   [The problem is that everyone has a girlfriend. This is not pure and sick. How does someone's girlfriend feel when they see it. 】

   "Are these people thinking abnormally?!" Fang Yingying was incredulous.

  Qian also saw it, and was silent for a moment, how could someone deliberately soil 70,000 clothes in order to chase people!

seven! Ten thousand! Nine!

   Other roommates were also amused: "Tell a joke. Senior: It's okay, An An: I'm sorry, some people: No, she did it on purpose."

   "I really can't stand it anymore." Fang Yingying immediately logged into the forum account and sprayed people one by one, "Look at Master Fang scolding them to death!"

   "The information is so developed now that no one will discuss it in a few days." Qi An held a thermos cup and soaked wolfberry.

  Originally, everyone thought the same thing. Who would have known that when they went to the small shop in the school playground at night, there were a lot of people who came to buy things in twos and threes. At first, Qi An was hit on the shoulder.

She thought it was crowded, so she didn't take it seriously. Who knew that she was bumped three times in a short period of time, and the other party was still very hard. After several hits, Qi An almost fell backwards. This time, she didn't believe it was intentional .

   "Friend." Qi An An asked calmly, "How much vision do you have?"

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please be considerate." The man smiled and passed by Qi An.

   "Okay." Qi An nodded, bumped her, and said softly, "Why are you standing here? I didn't see you."

  “…”

  Qian patted his shoulder, walked forward, and picked up snacks in the basket: "Be considerate."

   A sweet chuckle fell.

   Guan Yuenan came from the other side: "You are so cute."

She was wearing a white camisole and high-waisted jeans. She had a good figure and was about to show her fullness. She was sweet and sexy. She glanced at Qi'an's shopping, took a can of Coke from the shelf, and shook it, as if suddenly think.

   "A Yan only drinks this brand of Coke, and it has to be canned, not frozen, and even cold in winter."

   Guan Yuenan lowered her eyes: "Also, the potato chips in your hand are the things that Yan doesn't like to eat."

  Qian: "Huh?" She looked around, "Are you talking to me?"

   They don't seem to have anything in common. Are they talking about Pei Xuyan? Hahaha, it's weird.

   "Just suddenly thought of it."

   "Then go ahead and think about it."

   "Is your name Qi'an?" Guan Yuenan leaned against the shelf and held the girl's thin wrist with her fingers.

   The other party turned to look at her, she was petite and thin, wearing a wide coat, her cheeks glowed delicately in the dim light, her eyelashes were curled, her lips were blushing, very pure, but her eyes were lustful.

   This is a skin that is enough to create a sense of crisis between the same sex. Even Guan Yuenan thinks it is too pure. It is clean like white paper and easily arouses people's desire for destruction.

   But Pei Xuyan will not like this type.

   He likes to be funny, to be coquettish, to be open and obedient.

   Guan Yuenan's defenses loosened a little, and he felt that the other party was nothing to be afraid of.

  As she looked at Qi An calmly, the girl tilted her head.

   "Capital seven, good night." Qi An said seriously.

   "The name is so nice, do you have a boyfriend?"

   "How about you check your account?"

   The girl who bumped into Qi'an before sneered, her voice full of disdain: "Yue Nan, what nonsense are you talking to her, what is it that you stick on someone else's boyfriend."

   "I'll just say it once, today's incident was an accident." Qi An's voice was clear and lingering.

   "I still remember seeing you before. It was a coincidence that I met you for the third time."

Guan Yuenan was like a cat, her voice was lazy, and she said to herself: "Your foot injury is healed, the dance in the military training is very beautiful, but you are still young. Instead of thinking about how to make others pay attention to yourself, it is better to focus on dancing. What do you say?"

   "Ayan doesn't like girls who are too thoughtful."

   "But senpai." Qi An said slowly.

   They stood between the narrow shelves, with the dim light of the small shop above their heads. The girl's eyes were curved, the tails of her eyes were beautifully upturned, and the tone was light: "The senior told me that he is single."

   Guan Yuenan's face froze.

   The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.

   There was no class, so Pei Xuyan went to the library, picked out two books on Criminal Psychology, sat by the window and read them lazily all morning, with his long legs a little aggrieved and put them under the table.

  The phone was muted and thrown on the table, the page of the phone ringing popped up.

   He glanced, took his mobile phone and walked out, standing outside: "Mom."

   The opposite side sighed: "Xu Yan, do you still mind what happened yesterday? Your dad is doing it for your own good, so think about it—"

   "If you say this, then hang up."

   "Don't, will you go home next week? Let's have a good talk. If you don't want to come back, you should also meet your brother. He will come back from abroad next week." The mother said eagerly.

   Pei Xuyan paused for half a second: "Let's talk about it, let's see the time."

   After hanging up the phone and going back, there was a small pink note on the table, which was a post-it note only for girls.

   He didn't even move his brows, picked it up as usual, and was about to throw it in the trash when he inadvertently saw the handwriting on it. Instead of leaving contact information, he just wrote three words—

Thank you.

   The handwriting is delicate, and a bright smile is drawn next to it.

   The man's movements stopped, somewhat inexplicable, and thoughtfully, a clean and simple face suddenly popped out in front of him, overlapping with the girl beside Shao Tingbin.

  It's her—

   In a bad mood yesterday, Pei Xuyan recognized that the school girl was the teacher who taught his children, and he didn't take it seriously.

   The other party would actually thank him, and Pei Xuyan was quite surprised, after all, his attitude was not very good.

He was wearing a hoodie and black overalls today, showing his amputated ankle. He was skinny, and his shoes were new. He was tall and thin, handsome in everything he wore, and his expression was cold and flirtatious. The little girl peeked at him in the name of studying.

   Pei Xuyan pinched this pink post-it note that was incompatible with him, tutted softly, and looked at the library for a week.

   (end of this chapter)