Shang Qinghui didn't understand, but his body started to tremble.

Body and mind seem to be divided into two parts.

Her back felt numb as if a tiny electric current surged up, and the tip of her tongue that didn't belong to her broke into her territory.

She subconsciously pursed her lips, trying to stop it from sneaking in.

But in exchange for a more endless baptism.

The chest that was raised by myself, the hand that was pushed up by myself...

She is like a caramel, being rounded and flattened by people in various ways.

"Well……"

Shang Qinghui groaned, her brain lost the ability it should have, she just felt that she didn't hate this kind of closeness.

The two were stuck together tightly, and every beat of the heart could resonate, and she heard the pounding heartbeat.

But she couldn't tell whether it was hers or someone else's.

Waiting for the wet kiss to suck down the neck, every peck and kiss can bring out a bang, Shang Qinghui closed his eyes and raised his slender neck stiffly.

It seems to have fallen into a sinking world, and it seems to expect more.

When the scorching breath stayed on the collarbone, and the clavicle could not be smashed and sucked, and the tip of her tongue hooked the circle, she grabbed the hand in front of her chest.

The little face was blushing, but she expressed her desire honestly: "On the other hand, the other side also wants to..."

Bian Yingning paused for a while, then raised her head.

Shang Qinghui closed her eyes, she didn't know if she was afraid to look at people, or if she wanted to close her eyes and feel everything more deeply.

There were still water stains on her lips, which were red and bright, reminding Bian Yingning of the delicate flowers after the rain, so delicate and charming.

She is like a child who doesn't know how to hide, expressing her heart frankly.

So cute.

Bian Yingning smiled suddenly: "Why are you so greedy?"

The teasing words fell into the chaotic Shang Qinghui's ears, and she opened her eyes.

How can I describe the eyes in front of me.

Even though everything in front of her was shaking, she could still clearly see the desire that was about to overflow in her eyes.

The naked desire that can bring people into the sea of ​​fire together.

Shang Qinghui thought that she could get more, after all, she had already asked for it.

But this man is a dog.

She pinched one side of her face with her hands, and rubbed her lips against the other side, the skin rubbed against each other, intimately.

The words that come out of your mouth are obviously the same as whispers between lovers, but when you hear them clearly, you can't help but feel angry.

She said, "I won't give it to you, drunk cat."

Shang Qingfen: "?"

……

This night, Shang Qingfen seemed to be lying on a grill, being roasted by the charcoal fire, while Bian Yingning on the other side was sleepless until dawn.

The light at noon came in through the gaps in the undrawn curtains, Shang Qinghui woke up vaguely, the only thing she remembered was some sporadic images, only in the second half of the night she was lying on her bed with the quilt rolled up, with a Pillows, tossed and turned.

The dissatisfaction tightened, and the fingertips pinching the quilt turned white, but it was not enough to calm the wave of desire in his heart.

……

Shang Qinghui's complexion was still very bad when she went to school on Monday, Wang Yu asked her if she was not feeling well, Shang Qinghui just shook her head.

How can I say that she may be dissatisfied with her desires recently, she always feels that the whole person is tense, and the evil fire is burning in her heart, making her want to take a cold bath in the winter.

She felt that she must be old and needed to do something that an adult should do.

In addition, alcohol can easily arouse the devil hidden in my heart...

Thinking about it, Shang Qingfen opened the cup, and took another sip of the under-fired chrysanthemum tea that she brought.

"Why did you run so fast on Saturday night, and you disappeared as soon as I turned around?" Wang Yu asked again, remembering this.

Shang Qingfen closed the lid of the cup, with desire on his brows.

"……Can not remember."

Anyway, after waking up, she was lying on her bed at home, still having a splitting headache, dizzy and nauseated.

"Fuck, that bar won't sell a fake bar." Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui couldn't help cursing.

Wang Yu: "..."

Let's just say, is there a possibility that she drank too much?

Wang Yu: "Drink more hot water."

Shang Qinghui: "..."

The two stopped talking, Shang Qinghui seemed to be listening to the teacher's lecture seriously, but his eyes were divergent.

Listening, she couldn't help but caressed her ears, rubbing her fingertips along the ear bones gently.

Her hands are warm and her ears are cold, which feels good to the touch.

Is it... a dream?

How could she remember that here, someone... touched her.

……

On Monday afternoon, the culinary competition between the Culinary Institute and French exchange students officially started.

The competition is held in the practical hall of the Culinary Academy.

"How about it, do you have confidence in the game?"

Bian Yingning and Zhang Zhizhi put on their chef's clothes, and Zhang Zhizhi supported her chef's hat and asked Bian Yingning who was adjusting the cuffs.

"The determination to win is fine." Bian Yingning smiled at her.

Zhang Zhizhi nodded.

The focus of their competition this time is to win the French team, and it doesn't matter who wins on their side.

When I came out from the back, I realized that there were quite a few people watching the game. The students who had already surrounded the hall, and the people from the French team had also arrived.

Students from other colleges who came to help with translation also arrived one after another, and they all changed their clothes and followed around their competition personnel.

Bian Yingning looked down at her palm, there were several months of teeth marks in her palm, which she pinched herself just now.

She took a few more deep breaths, feeling her heart had settled down, and she raised her head.

Coincidentally, Shang Qinghui, who was also wearing a white chef uniform, came from the side.

Her hair was all tucked into the hat, and the mask was not put on properly, it just hung on the ears, and now it was pulled to the chin, revealing a small and delicate face.

Seeing her approaching, Bian Yingning's breath became stagnant, and the crescent moon imprint on her palm sank again.

Her mind was full of her straightforward and silly appearance in the toilet the night before.

"Come on." Zhang Zhizhi patted Bian Yingning's shoulder, interrupting the bad memories in her mind.

"You too, come on." Bian Yingning looked away, and said to Zhang Zhizhi seriously.

In a way, they were fighting for the honor of the school.

Shang Qinghui rolled his eyes around Zhang Zhizhi's hand on Bian Yingning's shoulder. The two people in front of him were standing very close to each other, cheering each other up, and Shang Qinghui slowed down.

Should she go, does coming count, light bulb?

Thinking of his plan again, Shang Qinghui hesitated even more.

"All contestants, please take your place and enter the console in the order in which you draw lots." The host above began to speak.

The first round is where the two teams work together.

Since it's under the banner of communication, it can't be too ugly.

Today's competition is a pair of partners from the culinary academy and the French team to cook a dish together.

The lottery has already been drawn in advance, but it was not announced before, and now the staff projected it.

Bian Yingning looked and found that the French student she was partnering with was named Marco.

She was about to walk to her console when she remembered something and turned around.

Shang Qinghui was just a few steps behind her, still not moving.

"Let's go, junior."

Bian Yingning said to her with nothing unusual on her face.

It seemed to be the first time someone yelled like that.

I feel a little indescribable.

Even if it is her senior sister, those who know her will only get close to her and call her "Qingfen" or "Qingqing".

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips and refused to look at Bian Yingning, but walked over and followed her honestly.

"Bonjour!" At the console they drew, Marco with dark eyebrows was already waiting. When he saw Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui approaching, he greeted them with a smile.

Bian Yingning raised a polite smile, but before she could answer, Shang Qinghui leaned over with a serious face, and dutifully translated: "He's provoking you."

Bian Yingning: "..."

?

Bian Yingning slowly looked at Shang Qinghui, who straightened her fat face, looking very serious.

Those who didn't know thought that the two were participating in the exchange conference between the two countries.

If you don't listen to her, looking at her expression, Bian Yingning almost believes it.

However, although……

Even if she doesn't know French, she more or less knows the meaning of "bonjour" just like foreigners understand their "hello".

Ma Ke on the opposite side was even more confused than Bian Yingning, he greeted the two of them friendly, why... the two foreigners on the opposite side don't seem to have the right expressions?

Bian Yingning said with difficulty: "What is he provoking us?"

"Specifically speaking, there is no exact meaning, it is equivalent to a kind of onomatopoeia or catchphrase." Shang Qinghui explained.

Her expression was really too serious, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with her explanation.

So even though Bian Yingning knew that Marco said "Hello", she couldn't help but feel that he was provoking her at this moment.

"Then...then what should I answer?"

"Let me do it." Shang Qinghui said to Marco as if you don't have to force it, "bonjour."

Then she turned her head and said to Bian Yingning: "Don't worry, I've already provoked you back."

Bian Yingning: "...Thank you."

"Now, everyone, open the cabinet under the operating table. The content of today's competition is: use the ingredients you have obtained to make a dinner together, and let the judges and teachers comment."

The host above started talking again.

The judges and teachers all sat on the stage and watched them. There were 6 people in total, three Chinese and three French.

Although the content of the competition is to make a dinner, it seems simple, but there are actually many ways.

First of all, they cooperate with the exchange students, so the exchange students will definitely want to cook French food, and the people on their side will want to cook Chinese food, so there will be differences.

What's more, the judges and teachers are all divided in half, and the tastes are different. No matter which country's dishes you cook, you may lose the marks of the other three teachers.

These two reasons have already limited them.

After the host above finished speaking, Bian Yingning heard Shang Qinghui mumbling and translating with Ma Ke. After listening, Ma Ke glanced at the cabinet below.

The console is so big that three people stand together and block the cabinet.

He looked at Bian Yingning and said something.

Bian Yingning looked at Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui: "He said that if you don't move, get out of here. He wants to open the cabinet to see what's inside."

Bian Yingning: "..."

Bian Yingning simply squatted down and opened the cabinet, and all the dishes inside came into view.

"Wow, C'esttrèsbien!" Marco shouted happily.

Shang Qinghui: "He said you were really unlucky, why didn't you let him open it?"

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