The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Ye Yumeng grabbed Gu Weimian, hugged her tightly, and glared at Tu Wenji fiercely.

Look again! Look again and dig your eyes out!

Tu Wenji was startled for a moment, then smiled and tilted his head.

Ye Yumeng didn't understand even more, and she felt even worse. Before, she just found Tu Wenji annoying. Well, very annoying. He was like a fighting cock every day, just wanting to compete.

The feeling now made her even more alert than that time, as if the treasure she had been guarding had been discovered.

The former is nothing. The game is about to end. From now on, everyone will go their separate ways, and no one can hinder anyone.

But the latter...

Ye Yumeng couldn't help but tighten her arms around Gu Weimian.

Weiwei just doesn’t like you! snort! Is he any better than some of them? What is their relationship with Weiwei? They were comrades who fought together, experienced countless battles large and small, and accompanied Weiwei for countless days and nights.

Do they know many little secrets about Weiwei and how difficult it is for Weiwei to play in this game?

Tu Wenji knew nothing!

Tu Wenji had stopped looking after Gu Weimian a long time ago, but Ye Yumeng didn't know why. She always felt panicky in her heart, pretending as if someone was really going to come and snatch Gu Weimian away.

Even though he listed so many reasons, his heart was still beating fast.

It seems that it is not as simple as Tu Wenji.

She frowned and walked around alertly.

In the entire hall, most of the audience were actually looking at them from time to time, including many contestants.

The intense gazes made Ye Yumeng's back feel hairy.

Wow, these people are so annoying!

But there is nothing to fear from these people. There is always a barrier between idols and fans. There are millions of people who like Weiwei, but they can't offer any effective competitiveness.

Just as she was about to look away, she was keenly aware of an imposing oriental man sitting in the front row very close to their waiting area.

She recognized this man almost immediately.

"Duan Xishen?"

Gu Weimian was startled, "Huh?"

She followed Ye Yumeng's line of sight and saw a man sitting in a crowd of people, like he was sitting at the speaker's seat at an international conference.

He has the aura of a big boss, and if everyone around him subconsciously wants to avoid his edge.

The moment Gu Weimian looked over, Duan Xishen suddenly changed his sitting posture, from the original relaxed posture to one with a straight back and a slightly nervous and shy posture.

A shy and slightly stiff smile appeared on his face at the same time, and he raised his hands.

He seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Duan Xishen handed one end of the banner in his hand to a subordinate in the same row, while he held the end while using his free hand to pick up a shiny ball of string that was most commonly used in Lala.

Gu Weimian's mouth twitched, as if he realized what Mr. Duan was planning to do.

She wanted to turn her face away as if she didn't see it, but this evasive action would not help the embarrassing incident that was about to happen.

Duan Xishen still raised the colored string ball and shook it vigorously, "Come on!"

The only thing Gu Weimian is glad about now is probably that Duan Xishen didn't shout the slogan on the banner, otherwise she would really consider quitting the competition.

It was probably the first time in Duan Xishen's life that he had done such an "extraordinary" thing. When he put down his hand, his face was already red.