The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (34)

In view of the fact that the fat brother student who suddenly asked the question has a rather prominent body shape, especially in addition to the questions that are asked are more attention-grabbing.

After being combined with each other, they immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

Shu Le huddled behind the chairs in the last row, her body stiffened, wishing she could give the little brother a good beating on the back of the head.

However, it is impossible for a fat beating to be fat.

Not only can't be beaten, but also try to reduce the sense of existence.

Inhale inhale.

Tummy Tight.

Take a deep breath.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shu Le naturally couldn't move, so he could only stretch out his hands to support the back of the seat, trying to maintain a gecko-like posture.

The whispering voices of the freshmen who just entered the school are still ringing around.

——"What anchor?"

——"Hey, you don't know, the day before yesterday, the Marshal parachuted into a new anchor's live broadcast room, and swiped a gift of 1000 million star coins for the new anchor's ranking!"

——"Wow, 1000 million star coins?!!"

——"It's true love, who is that anchor?"

——"It's said that she looks just average, with big breasts. Usually when she plays horror games live, she will scream, and she's very bad at playing!"

——"Disillusioned, does Marshal actually like this..."

—— "I heard that Marshal had sex with that anchor last night! The voices in the studio belonged to two people!"

——"Yes, yes, the audience squatting in the live broadcast room didn't believe it at first, but it turned out that it was really me!"

Shu Le: Tsk tsk tsk.

Eating your own melons is a special experience.

What's more, after some discussion, the most concerned topic of the freshmen sitting below also fell on the word partner.

——"But even if it's true, it doesn't mean that the Marshal wants to find this little anchor as a lover?"

——"It's too unworthy, maybe it's just for fun."

——"But the Marshal has never had any scandals before..."

——"That's right, I don't know what's going on this time?"

If he could speak, Shu Le vowed that he would have a good communication with these beautiful young ladies who raised questions.

It's a pity that I can't speak.

hum.

Aggrieved, Shu Le shrank his neck again, and by the way, cast a resentful look at the fat classmate who just said he was vulgar.

The chubby male classmate seemed persistent enough, even though the whispers around him grew louder, he stubbornly remained motionless.

It seemed that he had to wait for an answer from Gu Rong.

The lights on the podium shone on Gu Rong's straight and healthy figure, and cast an elongated silhouette on the ground.

He stood there, holding his expression and did not speak.

Until all the audience found that his mood was wrong, until the whispering of the audience completely stopped.

Gu Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a very cold smile.

This smile seemed to contain icicles, and it cast a heavy sense of distance on his whole body in an instant.

Shu Le heard Gu Rong stretch out his finger to point to the freshman under the stage, and then looked around the auditorium with no brows and eyes, and said softly: "This is the first time I heard you use this word, and I hope it will be the last time. .”

Gu Rong's powerful fingers tapped on the podium, and the dull knocking sound spread along with the optical brain's sound transmitter.

He paused for a moment, and continued with the last sentence, "And the anchor you are talking about - uphold yourself first, and then criticize others. This is the school motto of Imperial College, and I know it, how about you?"

Shu Le: "..."

Unexpectedly, Marshal, you have such eloquence.

Applause for you.

When all eyes were drawn to Gu Rong again, Shu Le seized the time and sneaked a few steps towards the door.

Then he rushed out of the lecture hall with a stride.

Due to Gu Rong's high reputation in the empire and his own seclusion, he would not show up except for necessary occasions.

So much so that every time it appears in public, it can easily attract a lot of onlookers.

It's like the current freshmen's entrance speech. The whole hall is full of people, and only when the brain is flooded will they believe that it is full of freshmen.

Fortunately, it was squeezed out ahead of time.

Shu Le shook his arms and turned his legs, adjusted his self-state, then took a deep breath, and stood up straight from the corner.

He looked around furtively, and after making sure that there was no one around, he immediately walked out of the hall.

It's really not that he doesn't support Gu Rong's work——

It's just that he didn't like listening to speeches since he was a child.

Oh yes, I don't like listening to lectures yet.

Shu Le found a secluded place and sat down, took out a snack from Gu Rong's house before going out this morning from his pocket, tore off the wrapping paper and threw it into his mouth.

Gee.

Not very tasty.

Shu Le chewed it and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged on the railing of the escalator, skillfully folded a small plane out of snack wrapping paper.

Then he held the small plane in one hand, squinted one eye, eager to test which direction to fly in order to fly farther.

And just before the little plane successfully flew out, someone behind him suddenly patted him on the back.

Shule: "!!!"

Shu Le was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, he jumped up from the railing, and turned around to see——

Two very beautiful ladies.

It's still the kind that Lele likes very much.

Shu Le's vigilance dropped rapidly, his throat rolled, he swallowed the snacks, blinked and said, "Are you okay?"

The two young ladies standing across from each other looked at each other, and showed a gentle and shy smile to Shu Le with a little embarrassment: "Excuse me, classmate, we are from another school. I heard that the Marshal will come here every year during the school season. Imperial College is giving a speech for freshmen, do you know where it is?"

Shu Le was still worried about his little plane, but he couldn't neglect the two beauties.

So I could only put the small plane aside first, turned around and pointed to the door of the lecture hall and said, "Here, it's there. It should still be speaking now. Do you want to watch it?"

The girls nodded gratefully, and then looked at Shu Le curiously: "Are you a student too? Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Shu Le rubbed his nose, not embarrassed to tell them that he just slipped out.

He was about to perfunctory, but suddenly remembered what one of the young ladies said just now.

——I heard that Lord Marshal will give a speech every year at the beginning of school?

Shu Le rolled his eyes, and said curiously: "Gu... ah, I mean, does Marshal really come to Imperial College every year when school starts?"

The two fashionable young ladies were about to leave, when they heard Shu Le's words, they turned around in surprise.

The young lady on the left asked suspiciously: "Aren't you a student here? This tradition has been going on for the sixth year. It's just that the venue of the Imperial Academy was under maintenance this year, so we temporarily changed the location, so we couldn't find a place."

Shu Le was a little confused: "Is that so..."

"However, we heard on the way here that this is also the last time the Marshal will give a speech to the freshmen."

The voices of the ladies and sisters were a little sad, and after saying goodbye to Shu Le, they trotted into the hall together.

Shu Le crossed his legs and sat back on the armrest again. After sitting for a while, he reached out and rubbed the back of his head——

Very smooth, no lumps, no scratches.

I shouldn't be stupid...

However, he didn't have the slightest impression of whether Gu Rong had ever come to give a speech.

Shu Le thought for five seconds and decided to let himself go.

After all, it's been so long, maybe Gu Rong's sense of existence is too weak, so he forgot it?

When people are alive, the last thing they can do is to make things difficult for themselves.

From the other side of the handrail, Shu Le retrieved the small plane that he had just abandoned, then slid down the railing, lowered his head and played with the plane with his fingers, while walking forward without looking at the road.

Then, just two steps away, he slammed into the arms of the person who was walking on the opposite side very tragically.

Shu Le's walking speed was not fast, but he couldn't hold back the speed of the man opposite him.

Combining the two, the collision was naturally very rude.

"oops--!"

The small plane fell out of Shu Le's hand, fell without any kinetic energy, and collapsed into a thin sheet of paper again.

And it's full of creases.

Shu Le took two steps back after being hit, and immediately rubbed his head subconsciously.

Since the incident just happened, Shu Le is now afraid that if he accidentally gets hurt again one day, he will become a little fool in the future.

There is no one in the Shu family. If he becomes a little fool, he will probably be the worst fool in the entire universe.

It was also miserable.

Shu Le pretended to sniff his nose, and then accidentally sucked out a snot bubble.

Ugh.

Forget it, it failed miserably.

The person walking opposite seemed to be taken aback, and took half a step back before stopping his figure.

Then after reacting, I immediately reached out and wanted to help Shu Le up from the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little classmate, I was a little busy just now, and I didn't look at the road when I was walking. Where did you hit? Where does it hurt... "

However, before the outstretched hand even touched that person, Shu Le, the victim who was knocked to the ground, got up extremely strong by himself.

Shu Le shook the dirt on his body, shook his head like a rattle, then raised his head and said carelessly: "It's all right, big man, what's the matter if you hit it casually? Doesn't hurt or hurt, relax..."

The originally casual and calm voice stopped abruptly.

Shu Le's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood there in a daze.

His eyes suddenly locked on the person in front of him, and he stared at him for a long while, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

almost simultaneously.

The man standing opposite Shu Le clenched his fists tightly, and asked in a shy voice, "Lele?"

The voice was extremely light and soft, mixed in the sunlight where the morning breeze was still present, as if it would be blown away.

——But it also seems to be waiting for many years, the dumbness that drips blood from the bottom of my heart.