[Quick Transmigration] He loves me

Chapter 84 I'm Not a Sissy 14

"Hey, that player is Song Song from the English department"

"Which one? The one in the pink jersey? Looks like it? Looks like it."

"That's right! I really didn't expect him to play basketball. Why does it feel different from before? Wasn't he always very shy before?"

"Men, they always grow up slower."

The corner of my mouth was lightly raised, and I heard a series of system prompts, I am not a sissy task has been completed by 70.00%.

"Song Song, catch the ball!"

Hearing Xu Wei's call, I immediately took the passed ball, found the right position and scored a three-pointer!

"It's ok, your pitch is really accurate." Xu Wei walked to the side of the person, patted his shoulder and smiled.

"That's right, young master, I'm capable too!"

Xu Wei looked at the radiant face with a funny face, and suddenly thought of the stiff atmosphere with Yan Shang in the hotel a few days ago.

"Are you and Yan Shang okay?" Just as the ball was over, they waved to the others and parted ways.

"It's okay." Yan Shang told me not to act familiar with him in front of so many people. In fact, it made me very uncomfortable, but he said it was his task.

I can't say the content of the mission, otherwise the world will be sentenced to failure, so I can only do this.But it's a beast when there's no one around.

"That day you..."

I glanced at him: "Why, so curious?"

"You have to know that there is a reason for Yan Shang to be called Yan Lenglan by me. No matter how you make me think, I don't think this guy is like someone who would take people to his suite."

"Is there anything special about his suite?"

"That's his hotel, that's like his home."

"...his hotel." I sighed silently, why can he always be the president of some kind, the prince, the god of creation, I have been the emperor myself once, but I still have no real power.

Xu Wei smiled and said: "I heard that Yan Shang lost his memory and forgot about you?"

"Where did you hear that?" I casually pulled up my clothes and wiped my sweat, and when I looked up, I saw Yan Shang walking towards me.

Yan Shang's eyes sank when he saw the white belly exposed, this guy really didn't pay attention to the occasion, how could he lift his clothes in front of so many people?

Xu Wei raised his eyebrows and reached out to give someone a high-five, jokingly said: "Yan Shang, why are you here? Are you looking for Song Song?"

Yan Shang clapped his hands, but his eyes fell on Song Song who was beside him: "Well, I just came back from the company. Are you feeling better?"

This sentence was obviously not meant for him, so Xu Wei stepped aside consciously.

I curled my lips: "It's been a few days."

A smile flashed across Yan Shang's eyes, and then he returned to his original state: "Well, that's good."

"What are you doing here?" Xu Wei put his hand on his shoulder and asked, "Is it true that you are here to find Song Song, then I will leave?"

"No, I just passed by and saw you guys. I just finished playing." Yan Shang's eyes fell on Song Song, who was covered in sweat, and the hair on his forehead was lifted up, revealing the entire delicate facial features, because the sweat seemed to be a little bit more. same feeling.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go back to the dormitory. Are you going back to the dormitory too? Let's go, let's go to dinner together later?" Xu Wei put his arms around the two of them's shoulders and smiled.

"It stinks of sweat." Yan Shang glanced at him.

Xu Weile haha ​​didn't say anything either.

He glanced at the guy who didn't talk much from the corner of his eye, what's wrong?Are you unhappy?

Back downstairs in the dormitory, I found an excuse to go up to the dormitory first.Anyway, I feel that everything is awkward and annoying, so I might as well go back first.

Yan Shang looked at the back of the person going upstairs, feeling a little depressed.

"What's the matter? You two quarreled? It wasn't like this when Song Song saw you before. The smiling face was like a flower, and he wished he could stick to you? Now... why is it so weird. "

Yan Shang withdrew his gaze, pretending to be indifferent: "It's nothing."

But my heart is also uncomfortable, it has been three days.

Didn't see the guy smile at him for three days.

It wasn't just that he made a mistake for a while, this guy is really holding a grudge.

【Mr. Yan, hurry up and coax people, didn't you know how to coax people before】

[I called him and he refused, and he didn't reply when I sent a WeChat message. This guy really wants to have a cold war with me. 】

[Then fight poison with poison, you come too, love and kill each other. 】

【…】

[Or overbearing the president. 】

【…】

【Rich Bdsm】

【...Okay, I will find a way. 】

Feeling eager to shoot would have made things worse, and now he felt bad, like back in the day when they had a fight.

The look in Song Song's eyes made him feel blood running backwards all over his body, but no matter how cruel he was, he didn't want to die the second he saw his accident.

He is here to redeem, not to make people sad.So he had to coax people back.But the thought of the main task is a headache, and he is also very depressed that he can't hurt others openly.

Seeing Song Song's look of not wanting to talk to him at all, it was annoying to think about it.Thinking about the role of Jiang Cheng again made me even more depressed.

[Longing, the character Jiang Cheng is cannon fodder, right? 】

[Hey, it's hard to say, Jiang Cheng is also very handsome, and Xu Wei is also very handsome. 】

Yan Shang was stunned for a moment: 【What do you mention Xu Wei? 】

[Oh, I just mentioned it casually. 】

He inexplicably remembered the sentence of longing for something inexplicable, and later he really discovered it.This guy Song Song has unknowingly attracted many people.

Jiang Cheng turned his chair around and met Song Song who came out of the bathroom, his eyes sank.

The loose blouse exposed the delicate and slender collarbone, and the undried water droplets let it sink into the clothes. His face was rosy after taking a bath, and he was extremely beautiful.

"What's wrong?" I paused as I wiped my hair, and looked at Jiang Cheng: "Why are you looking at me, do you think I've suddenly become handsome?"

Smiling and looking at people.

Jiang Cheng's heart sank when he looked at those eyes that always smiled like a crescent moon. It seemed that he really began to lose control of his gaze, let alone his eager heart.

Forcing myself to look away, I pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Yeah, you have become handsome, so if you become handsome, you should complete this project quickly. The teacher of this debate competition is very optimistic about you."

I threw the towel casually, and rushed to the table, too lazy to dry my hair, and hurriedly dug out the materials of the debate competition, and kept chanting:

"Oh, oh, I don't know where to put the materials, I'm not fully prepared yet!"

Two days ago, the counselor handed over the list to the department office to let Song Song participate in the third English debate competition. Last year, Song Song won the best respondent's defense video and it was placed on the school's official English department. on the promotional page.Today, the counselor naturally chose him as the respondent for this time.

Because the other party is a third-year mathematics student.

Although it is a debate competition hosted by the Department of English, in order to enrich the session, students with excellent oral English skills from other departments were added to make the competition more exciting.

Biting the barrel of the pen, I hurriedly opened the information and read it. The hopeful golden finger didn't seem too strenuous, but it still depends on the ability to perform on the spot.

Jiang Cheng propped his head up amusedly and looked at the guy who suddenly stood up beside him. He thought the look of biting the penholder was very cute, so he wanted to tease him:

"Song Song, do you still remember what you did when you won the best defense last year?"

"Ah?" I looked at him blankly, how would I know this, I have only been here not long ago, how can I answer this.

A smile appeared in Jiang Cheng's eyes: "The guy who hugged me and cried non-stop when I celebrated with me that day, forget about it."

"Me, me?"

Crying non-stop, oops, this is in line with the image of the original owner.It is a matter of pride for a guy who has always been shy and shy to shine in the debate competition.

He felt that Song Song's dazed expression looked good no matter what he looked at, so he suddenly leaned in front of the person, so frightened that he fell back suddenly, his eyes were sharp and his hands quickly hugged his waist.

He laughed and said, "Why, am I so scary?"

"Hehehe...Brother, don't play at night, I have to memorize the materials." It felt awkward to be hugged around the waist.

Jiang Cheng felt that this was a relatively slender waist among boys: "Why are you so thin? Isn't your waist too thin?"

"Ah, I'm still skinny. I weighed almost 65 kilograms last time!"

"Looking pretty thin, you still have 65 kilograms"

I patted the person's face angrily: "If you are bored, go to bed, brother, I have to work."

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows and stood up straight, leaning against the table and crossing his arms without saying a word.

The mobile phone on the desktop vibrated, and the notification box information popped up directly. It was a WeChat message that read:

The basketball court is waiting for you, let's chat.

The note in the message said Shang.

Jiang Cheng's eyes sank.

Yan Shang again!

I took the phone and looked at the message, but I didn't intend to reply, but Jiang Cheng who was on the side asked:

"Are you dating Yan Shang?"

I raised my head and looked at him, not understanding the emotion in his eyes: "Ah"

Why are you asking this all of a sudden?

"Do you want to go out?"

Jiang Cheng's tone seemed not as good as before, so I didn't think too much about it, and subconsciously replied:

"Well, let's go out later."

"do not go."

I froze.

In Jiang Cheng's eyes, the forbearance seemed to be magnified infinitely in the black pupils, and the unhappiness was obvious.

"what happened to you?"

The author has something to say:

Yan Shang's sense of presence in this chapter is lower than that of Jiang Cheng, um, that's right, I'm going to make trouble!

Let Yan Shang be jealous and jealous!

yeah.