Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

The flower arrangement assessment begins.

Under the expectant eyes of the people on the stage, Song Shutong picked up the flowers and stacked them according to the picture album, emphasizing the ordinary appearance of the colorful clusters of flowers.

While others were still using their imaginations, Song Shutong had already completed his assessment.

The Yue Zun who was in charge of the assessment had an uncontrollable look of suspicion in his eyes.

Asked Master Xue with his eyes.

That's what you taught them.

Venerable Xue defended himself with his eyes.

Of course not, how could I know she would behave like this.

Song Shutong didn't know about the affair between the venerables, or even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

With his legs slightly crossed and leaning back in his chair, Song Shutong stared leisurely at the purple sandalwood table top.

Completely ignoring the gaze from Rong Xuan.

Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong's drooped eyes and only noticed a light brown mole at the corner of her eye.

The color was very light, just as she appeared to the outside world.

It was time for comments again, and Song Shutong glanced at Rong Xuan coldly.

The implication is obvious: she doesn't need praise and should stop being in the limelight.

There are so many talented girls here, why do they have to stare at her?

When Rong Xuan held Song Shutong's bouquet of flowers in her arms, she pinched her fingertips tightly, and her fingers turned white due to blood loss.

Rong Xuan looked at the vibrant bouquet of flowers in his arms, listened to what the flowers were saying to him, and looked at the person who was reluctant to even glance at him.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was hugging the hard leaves of winter bamboo shoots tightly.

Rong Xuan looked at the bouquet of flowers with a smile. The old-fashioned and boring bouquet set off Rong Xuan's face, revealing his beauty beneath the cover of ice and snow.

He looked once again at the only focus of his sight.

"I like this bouquet of flowers very much..."

Before he finished speaking, even though everyone present had no doubt about their admiration for Rong Xuan, an uncontrollable sound of surprise and doubt was still uttered.

His eyes flickered back and forth between Song Shutong and the bouquet of flowers.

Song Shutong felt tired for them when he saw their panicked eyes.

She was really annoyed. She didn't like or need Rong Xuan's unfair judgment.

Song Shutong forced a smile on his handsome face and raised his right hand, with his elbow level with his ear, in perfect accordance with etiquette.

Rong Xuan was not surprised to see Song Shutong raising his hand to signal. He loosened his right hand holding the flowers and gracefully signaled Song Shutong to speak.

As he slowly waved his sleeves, Song Shutong smelled her fragrant scent.

The tacky sweet fragrance made him look more divine.

But the fragrance would not block her if it had already reached the tip of her tongue.

"Sir Shenzi, I think I am inferior in ability, but can I ask you why you like this bouquet of flowers?"

When she said the last sentence, she tilted her head slightly, and there was an unspeakable coldness in her clear eyes.

"It's boring isn't it?"

After Rong Xuan withdrew his right hand, he picked up the bouquet again. It was obvious that its real owner didn't care about it at all and was just using it to vent his anger.

But he still held it in his hand with care, as if it were some treasure.

Faced with Song Shutong's rude words, he shook his head, and the ornaments in his hair made a clear bell sound.

"No, it's not boring. I like it because it likes me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the examination room, which had been eerily quiet because of Song Shutong's question, fell silent again.

Others didn't dare to look directly at Rong Xuan, so they could only choose to stare at Song Shutong.

Hearing Rong Xuan's words, Song Shutong also smiled like him.

What nonsense is this person talking about.

Of all the bouquets present, only hers would not like him.

She thought silently in her heart.

This young lady is dreaming again. All her things will be like her and she will think he is a trouble.

But she still spoke in a hypocritical way: "Which bouquet of flowers here doesn't love you?"

Rong Xuan stroked the leaves of the flower in his arms, his golden pupils like warm honey.

"It's the only one who likes me. Among all the flowers present, it's the only one who likes me."

The wind never stopped, but it was particularly strong at this moment.

The other candidates present fell into deep self-doubt after Rong Xuan's words.

Then he looked at Song Shutong with horror.

Damn, as my classmate, how can you be so arrogant?

We are still working hard on the form, but you have already realized the most important meaning of being a divine servant.

Looking at Song Shutong's calm profile, the candidates' frightened eyes turned into sincere admiration.

Alas, this round, the loss was not unfair.

Seeing other people suddenly showing an expression of enlightenment, Chen Miaoyi, who usually watched Song Shutong slacking off, fell into self-confusion.

Song Shutong remained calm in the face of everyone's horrified eyes, and felt their admiration.

The ears, which were originally only red at the tips, now turned completely red, and even the neck turned pink.

What's going on? Why did the Holy Mountain choose a bunch of idiots?

They are all idiots.

Rong Xuan was sitting on the high platform and could clearly see Song Shutong's shy and evasive look.

That little fox-like smile appeared on his face again, shocking Feng Zun who was secretly looking at him.

Lord Son of God could be said to have grown up in their arms, but they had never seen him smile like this.

In their impression, it seemed that the Son of God knew that he was the Son of God from the moment he was born.

They fulfilled their duties to God every day, and they didn't care at all about the only thing they could do for him.

It was as if he was born to contribute only to this world.

Before they knew it, they seemed to have forgotten.

God, he is only twenty years old this year, still a child.

He can laugh like a child and has the spirit of a teenager, and he can tell a girl that he likes her.

In this assessment, all the venerables truly felt God's preference for each of them.

Does God favor one person over another? Should God favor one person over another?

Calling him "Son of God" is just a habit of these old guys, for everyone on the Holy Mountain.

Rong Xuan has already been a god. He should be sitting high up and treating all things as straw dogs.

Just like the moon hanging high in the sky.

Instead of being like this now, is all this really correct?

Everyone was silent, and their minds were still a whirlwind until the assessment was completely over.

After the assessment, Song Shutong found Chen Miaoyi in a second, took her hand and left this place of trouble at the speed of light.

She had a feeling that if she didn't leave now, she would not be able to leave.

Her premonition was correct. As soon as the others recovered from the shock of the assessment, they started looking for Song Shutong.

It’s a pity that Song Shutong, this rabbit, dragged his friends away and had fun for who knows where.

The results will not be announced immediately after the assessment, but will be announced two days later.

In everyone's mind, Song Shutong's going to the temple was a foregone conclusion.

Perhaps among all the gods' servants, only Song Shutong himself was thinking about it.

What if?