I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

On such a serious occasion, even Zhao Bowen didn't dare to joke casually even if he was a popular trafficker. He said a few polite words cautiously, and then handed the microphone back to Director Liu.

Director Liu took the microphone and signaled the start of the awards presentation.

The students who were waiting below finally breathed a sigh of relief. The host announced the list of winners one by one. The top three in the group event came on stage first, and then it was the turn of the individual award-winning students.

On a scorching summer day, Nan Yirong raised his head against the light, looked at the boy walking in the front of the crowd without blinking, watched him slowly approaching step by step, watched him look at him with a bright smile .

The heart beat uncontrollably, it turns out that liking someone can really make your heart beat more than once.

Nan Yirong lowered his gaze slightly, and then bent his eyes.

The award-winning students stood up according to their rankings. Director Liu took the lead and stood up. Zhao Bowen pulled Nan Yirong to follow behind him. The two of them were invited guests for award presentation. Director Liu handed them certificates and trophies in person.

First of all, it was awarded to the champion of the intelligent robot individual competition, which is Ran Yuanxing's group.

The three of them came to Ran Yuanxing, and Nan Yirong stood behind Director Liu and Zhao Bowen holding the certificate, looking at Ran Yuanxing opposite.

The boy responded to the polite encouragement from the two with a smile, and after receiving the trophy, he took the initiative to take a step forward to stand in front of him.

He didn't speak, just looked at him with a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

The silence speaks.

Nan Yirong suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to hand over the certificate in his hand, suddenly his eyes dimmed, Ran Yuanxing didn't reach out to receive the certificate, but directly opened his arms and hugged him into his arms.

The body touched, and the ear was gently kissed.

Nan Yirong was stunned, Ran Yuanxing had let go of his hand, took the certificate in his hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I will continue to work hard."

Nan Yirong also came back to his senses, and nodded as if nothing happened.

After awarding the No.1 award, Nan Yirong walked to the side to present the award to No.2.

Director Liu still spoke to the contestants first, followed by Zhao Bowen and Nan Yirong waiting behind.

Nan Yirong thought it would be a cutscene like just now, but in the next second he saw the No.2 winner Wang Qinghe left Zhao Bowen aside, bent down to tie his shoelaces slowly.

Zhao Bowen's hand holding the trophy was hanging in the air, whether he was advancing or retreating, his face was full of embarrassment.

The photographer who was in charge of taking pictures under the awarding platform poked his head out in surprise, and the host who was introducing the situation of the contestants also paused, and the other students who were waiting for the awards all turned their heads to look over.

Half of the playground was eerily quiet for a while.

Wang Qinghe didn't realize it, and was still tying his shoelaces in slow motion.

No matter how dull he is now, he will know that he did it on purpose.

Zhao Bowen's smile froze on his face, and his hands were a little sour. The trophy was neither heavy nor light. He maintained such a movement, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Nan Yirong frowned, and stepped forward to help.

At the same time, Wang Qinghe, who was tying his shoelaces with his head hanging down, finally patted the shoelaces, and stood up slowly. He looked at the posture of the two of them, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. When he looked at Zhao Bowen again, his face had already hung A fake smile.

"Thank you." He said, reaching out his hand as if nothing happened, ready to take the trophy.

Although Zhao Bowen was upset, he didn't want to argue with a student. He thought to himself that he was bitten by a dog. He generously handed over the trophy and said with a smile, "Congratulations."

After the trophy was released, Zhao Bowen turned around to avoid the camera, rolled his eyes, and stepped aside.

Nan Yirong stepped forward, without any desire to speak, reached out to hand over the certificate, and looked at Wang Qinghe expressionlessly.

Wang Qinghe sneered silently and stretched out his hand.

The four hands approached slowly. During this period, Nan Yirong kept staring at Wang Qinghe's face, ensuring that the certificate was put into his hands, and then slowly let go.In the next moment, the corner of the boy's lips curled up, he looked into his eyes provocatively, shook his hands, and dropped the certificate to the ground.

"Boom", the certificate hit the ground and fell between the two of them.

Nan Yirong's eyes turned cold.

Wang Qinghe, who was opposite him, exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh, I was not sure, I thought the certificate was very light..."

He smiled apologetically, and said to Nan Yirong, "Well, I'm sorry, teacher, can you pick it up for me and pass it to me? It's hard to get an award, and I still want to fully experience the honor of being awarded a certificate." feel."

Nan Yirong looked up at him calmly, Wang Qinghe looked sincere, as if he really cared about the experience of this awards ceremony.

Apart from sincerity, his eyes were full of complacency, as if he was sure that Nan Yirong would not refuse his request in public.

Celebrities, if they can be popular, a bunch of garbage who are willing to take off their clothes under the camera, what's the point of bending over to pick up something.

Nan Yirong looked at the self-satisfaction in his eyes, couldn't help but smiled, and was about to speak, when Ran Yuanxing, who had been standing silently, suddenly turned around and leaned over.

He put the certificate and trophy in his hand on the ground, bent down to pick up the second prize certificate that fell on the ground, patted the soil that didn't exist on it, handed it to Wang Qinghe, and said with a smile: "Didn't you take The first prize, if you want to experience the sense of honor of getting a certificate, wait until next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students watching with wide eyes couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Director Liu, who was watching the situation quietly, coughed lightly when he saw this.

Surrounded by optimistic eyes, Wang Qinghe was treated as a clown after failing to play tricks. He couldn't hold back his face, glared at Ran Yuanxing bitterly, and snatched the certificate from him in embarrassment.

Ran Yuanxing didn't take it seriously, turned around and picked up his certificate and trophy, stood back to his original position, and quietly cast a look of deep merit and fame at Nan Yirong who was looking over.

Nan Yirong received the signal, smiled and lowered his head, touched his eyebrows, and nodded imperceptibly.

After this little episode, the subsequent award presentation went smoothly. After the trophies and certificates were awarded, Director Liu said a few more words, and the award ceremony officially ended.

Nan Yirong and other guests left first, Director Liu and the others politely sent them out before leaving.

After leaving the school, Nan Yirong Musong Zhao Bowen's nanny car drove away, then turned and leaned against the wall at the door, standing with folded arms.

After waiting for a while, hurried footsteps came from my ears.

Nan Yirong turned his head, a few steps away, a boy with a schoolbag on his back looked over with a smile, the afternoon sun dragged his shadow very long.

Nan Yirong looked at him quietly, for a second or two, suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hands to him.

Ran Yuanxing couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward to clasp his hand, hugged him into his arms, and whispered against his ear: "I miss you very much."

"En." Nan Yirong responded, and couldn't help but tilt her head and kiss his face.

I miss you too.

The two hugged for a while, then Ran Yuanxing restrained and let go. He stared at Nan Yirong's face and was about to speak, when suddenly an annoying voice came from beside him.

"Heh, I said how did you help him talk just now, so I know you. This kind of [-]-tier star can't be found on the Internet. You can know him. It's also a good skill. No wonder I lost to you."