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She doesn't like boys with creamy looks, which always give people a sense of fragility, so when she suddenly saw a "delicate" boy called her junior in front of her, Qiao Nian frowned in her first reaction: "Is there something wrong?"

This tone is different from the softness of ordinary girls, it is lazily, restrained and aggressive.

Hearing Wen Ziyu's heartstrings being twitched by an invisible hand, he could see that the girl in front of him might have a different personality from the one he had encountered before, so he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled kindly, and said shyly, "Well, are you Students who come to participate in self-enrollment?"

Facing Qiao Nian's eyes as black as ink, he lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Sorry, I haven't seen you at school before, so I guess you are a student who came to take the exam. By the way, you What's your name? My name is Wen Ziyu, a junior in the Finance Department of Tsinghua University."

Qiao Nian's dark eyes were quite dry, and he was getting impatient after listening to him patiently for a long time without a single point.

"Is something wrong?"

Wen Ziyu himself would look in the mirror every day when he got up, and he would look in the mirror when he was in the shower. He knew what his face looked like. He took the initiative to strike up a conversation and introduced himself enthusiastically. In this situation, I couldn't react for a while, touched the bridge of my nose, and said in a daze: "No, it's nothing. I just saw the school girl standing here alone playing with her mobile phone, and I wanted to ask you if you want to visit the school. Your first Come to Tsinghua University once..."

"Not interested in."

Qiao Nian withdrew her gaze, her expression was indifferent and lazy, she was still leaning there with her neck hooked, as if the phone in her hand was more interesting than anything else.

Standing where he was, Wen Ziyu was a little at a loss.

so cool!

He just walked by from a distance with his friends and saw the person leaning here, his eyes lit up, thinking of coming over to ask for a WeChat, although he could see that Qiao Nian was not the soft and cute type when he was far away, but he was so cool In this way, he was still not mentally prepared.

Maybe boys have a kind of bad nature, the more they are like this, the more people want to know her in depth.Wen Ziyu was no exception, and was about to make persistent efforts.

"Sister, I..."

Halfway through his speech, a voice suddenly came in from the right.

"Near."

Is this voice a man's voice?

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a handsome man in a khaki windbreaker walking slowly towards this side.

Beside him was this man of the same height, with a slim head and a tough silhouette, holding a car key in his hand. Both of them were adults in their early twenties, at least a few years older than him.

Wen Ziyu didn't care about the man holding the car keys, he was confident that he was no worse than the man holding the car keys.

His eyes were mainly focused on the lazily shouting man.

He knew the clothes on that person, a friend next to him wore them once, and it was a men's clothing brand owned by Seven.

The one on this man seems to be a limited edition worldwide, only one or two were released in total, and the number is very small.

He is tall and has long legs. The sunlight leaking from the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the school shines on the bridge of his nose, tall and charming.

Really. Stunning in the world!

Wen Ziyu was still standing there, but he felt an inferiority complex like a man's shame.

He clenched his fists on both sides, and saw the two of them walking directly towards the 'school girl' who he just wanted to strike up a conversation with but was rejected.

Ye Wangchuan walked over and took the initiative to lift her schoolbag in his hands, half closed his eyelashes, his eyes were deep, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said in a familiar tone: "Waiting for a long time?"