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A clear look of astonishment flashed across Ji Baicen's face. He didn't understand why Jiang Xiannian didn't treat those people who were obviously interested in him coldly, didn't join the club to tell him, and even now ignored him.

The emotion shrouded in his chest was more grievance than anger.

Ji Baicen clenched his hands and turned his face to the window.

For a time, the harmonious coexistence during the winter vacation became a dream that I don't know if it's true or not.

After Jiang Xiannian sat down on the window seat, Du Xiaoxiao walked to the double seat near the aisle and smiled at him: "Student, do you mind if I sit here?"

He didn't buy the seat, and he didn't rent the car. Jiang Xiannian, who didn't know what to mind, shook his head.

Behind Du Xiaoxiao, the tall, muscular boy who could be seen through the heavy winter clothes snorted and sat directly behind the two of them.

If I remember correctly, this person should be called Chang Zhaoyun.

Ignoring Chang Zhaoyun's inexplicable stare, Jiang Xiannian leaned back against the back.

After sitting down, Chang Zhaoyun took fruit, candy, snacks, and motion sickness medicine out of his big pocket one by one as if by magic, and handed them to Du Xiaoxiao in front of him, chatting with her on various topics from time to time.

Du Xiaoxiao ignored it, waved his hand to let him stay cool, and concentrate on finding out information:

"Student, you are so good-looking, there should be many people chasing you?"

Jiang Xiannian used all his energy to survive, and didn't pay much attention to other things. In his memory, there seemed to be a girl standing in front of him with a blushing face; more of it was the pursuit of being pampered.

Jiang Xiannian said calmly: "It's okay."

Du Xiaoxiao licked his lips, and finally got to the point step by step, a little nervous: "Then do you have a date?"

"Have."

Jiang Xiannian did not forget this point because the contract had to be kept as a lover, so he answered without thinking.

Du Xiaoxiao petrified on the spot, surprise, disbelief, frustration, loss and sadness flashed across his face.

With a pretty face that she likes at a glance and looks smart, a slender and thin figure that is neither exaggerated nor overkill like a sports student, and a pure and clean personality, she is very satisfied with everything about Jiang Xiannian.

She never expected that the other party had a date, although the response of the admission was too fast and short, which made her a little unresponsive at first.

In short, the mood is depressed, the cheerful little speaker seems to be out of electricity, and he is sitting beside him chewing beef jerky in silence.

Jiang Xiannian didn't know the reason why Du Xiaoxiao became cloudy, and he didn't want to investigate. He glanced at Ji Baicen, who was three seats away, and clicked on his WeChat profile picture.

The chat record stays at lunch, and the latter's yin and yang is strange, which is completely different from the painting style of the previous few days.

I don't know if it was influenced by Du Xiaoxiao, but Jiang Xiannian's mood became more and more depressed. He put away his phone and leaned his head against the car window.

Half an hour later, the bus drove into the villa area.

In front of the single-family villa, there are property management personnel in uniform and white gloves waiting for the group hosting the party.

Perhaps it is a functional villa specially used for renting and operating. The dining area, entertainment area, and rest area are clearly distinguished and equipped with various facilities.

The members are no more than twenty, and they all have a playful nature. They all cheered when they saw the scene in the luxurious villa, and under the arrangement of the president, they actively participated according to the division of labor.

At dinner, more than [-] fresh and young faces sat around a super large round table.

Du Xiaoxiao, who spent an hour commemorating the relationship that ended before it even started, came back to life with full blood, and excitedly suggested: "Eating and drinking is too boring. It's rare that there are so many people. Let's 'count to 7'."

"Starting from Xiannian, everyone counts backwards one by one. When it reaches 7 or a multiple of 7, you can't shout to clap your hands as a signal. If you can't respond, you will be fined half a glass of wine."

Chang Zhaoyun was the first to raise his hands in favor: "Good!"

Others also found it interesting, and continued to make "yes" and "agree" voices.

The minority obeys the majority, and those who don't want to drink have to carefully remember the multiples of "7", not only to maintain the speed of the game, but also to be careful not to blurt out "7".

After a lap, many people had a thin layer of sweat on their noses and foreheads.

Jiang Xiannian's reaction was not slow, it could even be said to be faster than most of the members present, and he failed to win the move after several rounds.

Until Ji Jia Bocen, who was sitting opposite, carelessly tugged on his collar because the indoor temperature was too high.

The slender caricature hand with well-defined knuckles slides over the beautifully shaped Adam's apple, and the knuckles on the hand that contain strength protrude slightly...

No matter how unintentional his actions were, he was instantly infected with bewitching hormones.

Jiang Xiannian's eyes flickered suddenly, and his reaction went wrong:

"56."

After the words fell, a group of people "Wuhu" booed.

Jiang Xiannian realized what happened, and poured himself half a glass of wine in embarrassment.

He had never drank alcohol before, and he had no other discomfort except for the intuitive feeling of "not good to drink" when he first drank it.

The game continued, and someone was fined from time to time.

Ji Baicen, who hadn't lost a game, always glanced quietly at Jiang Xiannian from the corner of his eye, so he soon noticed something unusual: after the first drink, Jiang Xiannian was fined three times within 10 minutes.

Based on his initial performance, he looked like he was drunk no matter what.

However, Jiang Xiannian's complexion is fair and normal, his eyes are also clear, and his speech is even more articulate without being drunk.

Seeing that he was about to pour wine into the glass again, Ji Bocen stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Xiannian's arm amidst the uproar: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it."

Ji Baicen didn't know how to speak softly, and usually caring would be sharp, not to mention that he was already in an awkward state, and what he said didn't sound like concern to other people, but rather disdain and contempt .

Under the watchful eyes of others, Jiang Xiannian, who played games quietly, reported the number quietly, and drank quietly when he made a mistake, suddenly put down his glass and stood up.

Well-rounded targeting, I'm afraid there is something wrong with these two people.

As the person in charge, Du Xiaoxiao hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Xiannian, what's wrong?"

Jiang Xiannian didn't seem to be able to hear her voice, he looked at Ji Baicen without blinking, and walked towards him regardless of whether there was any obstacle at his feet.

Du Xiaoxiao wasn't sure what was going on, so he gave Chang Zhaoyun a look, implying that he would just wait and see what happened, and then hurry up to fight.

Looking at Jiang Xiannian's swaying footsteps, Ji Baicen's face darkened slightly.

Sure enough, he was drunk.

Drinking without alcohol, what if he is not here?

Getting angry is all about getting angry, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Jiang Xiannian's side, raised his eyebrows and said angrily:

"What, want to fight?"

Jiang Xiannian raised his face, half-closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously: "No fight."

Shaking his head too hard was uncontrollable, and he swayed in place like a tumbler.

Ji Baicen's pupils shrank, and he immediately fished him over.

Before he could let go of his heart, he saw Jiang Xiannian holding his hand in his arms and stretched a distance, then leaned his forehead forward, and bumped against him lightly a few times:

"Pengci."