June Ansheng

Company, canteen.

"Han, if you dare to make fun of me next time, I will never end with you!" I grinned at Han Junhao with a grimace, and then slapped him on the back unceremoniously.

So he choked violently, and the soup in his mouth sprayed all over the floor.

I watched his reaction and smiled with satisfaction, turned around and continued to finish the rice in my bowl.To be honest, I don't have much appetite, especially after being scolded by the teacher in the last class, I don't know when the bag on my forehead will be gone.It's just that when I went home last time, my mother said that I was thin and asked me to eat more.

Well, it’s actually not bad to eat more.

"An Rencan, do you want to be so ruthless? It's not me who made you hit the table! I just smiled! Just a smile! Is this okay?" Han Junhao looked very angry, but Due to the problem of aura, he dare not fight back.I turned my head, looked at his small body, and unconsciously raised the corners of my mouth.

"Brother, your height is still increasing in millimeters, right? I don't know when you will be able to surpass me?" I licked the rice grains at the corner of my mouth, and looked at him: "If I remember correctly, 1.7 meters two, right? Well let Let me do the math, I'm 1.8 meters three, if you can grow a millimeter a week, then... ah!"

Han Junhao, who originally raised his hand and planned to return my palm desperately, was stunned when he heard my sudden "ah".

"Hey..." I watched him react as I expected, showing my two rows of teeth at him, "Senior, you probably won't be able to surpass me in this lifetime! Hahahaha..."

"An Rencan, wait for me!" Han Junhao stared at me, picked up the boxed lunch in front of him as he spoke, and was about to splash it on me, "Go back to the dormitory and take a shower, you! Eat my boxed lunch... "

I laughed and hid back, but saw a pair of white and delicate hands suddenly blocking my face, I was stunned, and suddenly remembered the man who also had such hands.

—— Nangong Xiayun.

"Seniors, is it really okay to make such a fuss here?" A delicate female voice came from behind, speaking in substandard Korean.Before I had time to answer her words, I just felt a burst of heat on my back.

Fresh soup dripping from my hair.

It was as if the world stood still.

"Han! Jun! Hao!"

When everything was quiet, I found Han Junhao, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, staring at the girl in front of him in a daze.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

There was still some pain on the fist, which was left when it touched Han Junhao's cheekbone just now.

It's a lose-lose situation, that's fine.But I hurt my hand, and he hurt his face.

"Hello seniors, I'm a trainee who just joined GIF, my name is Cheng Meijia." The girl looked at us with a smile, and Han Junhao nodded slightly in return, but I didn't respond, and I didn't even intend to look at her.

Bullying new trainees is our traditional custom, how can we give up this fine tradition just because the other party is a girl?

"My name is Han Junhao, and I have been a trainee for six years. He...his name is An Rencan, and he has been practicing for five years." Han Junhao poked my back with his fingers reluctantly, but his eyes never left the process Meijia: "Meijia, you're so beautiful... Well, don't worry about Rencan, he's always been like this, don't take his attitude seriously. I've known him for so long, he's the kind of person, apart from Nangong Xia Beyond the cloud, there is no trainee who does not bully."

I looked up at him reflexively, a sudden dull pain clenched my heart.

He said it.that name.

"Nangong Xiayun? That famous trainee? I've heard of it." Cheng Meijia's smile became brighter. I looked at her, and suddenly felt that there was a deeper meaning in her smile, "Then, Let me introduce myself again, my name is Cheng Meijia, and I am Chinese."

I gritted my teeth hard.

Cheng Meijia, she's hiding something.

What is it?

"After that, please take care of me." I still smiled.She may have misunderstood, thinking that the reason why I didn't bully Nangong Xiayun was because he was Chinese, but this did not hinder my interest in her: "Chinese."

Cheng Meijia deepened her smile, looked at me, and stretched out her right hand.

"Take care of you."

I clapped her hand without hesitation, and there was a crisp sound of collision in the air.

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The length of the chapters is different. The first few chapters will be shorter, but because of some points that must be divided, they must be separated.