[Quick Transmigration] He loves me

Chapter 87 I'm Not a Sissy 17

"Song Song, how are you preparing for the debate?"

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom door, I saw the English teacher walking in the corridor, followed by... Yan Shang.

A smile appeared in Yan Shang's eyes, and his face softened a little.

"It's okay." I smiled at the teacher.

"Yan Shang is against this time, do you know?"

I took a look at Yan Shang: "You are the opposite? Aren't you from the Department of Mathematics?"

The teacher smiled and said: "This time, to enrich the session, outstanding students from other departments have been added. Don't accept the two of you just because you are acquaintances."

The sarcasm in the discourse is obvious.

"Oh, teacher, of course not." I looked at the person with a smile, and gave Yan Shang a look by the way.

"Song Song!"

I turned my head and saw that it was Jiangcheng.

After the teacher finished speaking, he walked to the office.

Seeing how happy people were when they saw Song Song, Yan Shang's eyes sank. This guy is really chasing him closely.

Jiang Cheng naturally walked to Song Song's side, raised his hand to press the curled hair on the top of his head and smiled, "Your hair is messed up."

I suddenly raised my hand to press my hair, just in time to touch Jiang Cheng's hand, but without thinking too much, I said, "Then I'll go to the toilet to get some water."

After speaking, he turned and went to the toilet.

Mr. Yan, who was ignored, expressed his anger, and followed him as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Cheng behind him didn't follow, but just looked in the direction the two left.

[Ding—the value of jealousy is 20.00%. 】

I looked up at myself in the mirror, the curled hair was smoothed after getting wet, and then I saw the eyes that came in, and I smiled.

At noon, everyone basically went to the cafeteria. Few students stayed in the teaching building when the get out of class was over, let alone the teaching building where public classes were held.

Yan Shang walked behind the man, put his arms around the man's waist, let him close to him, put his head close to the man's cheek, and looked at each other in the mirror at the same time.

I felt the temperature of the palms on my waist. Although this guy's hands were cooler than ordinary people in summer, some of the emotions conveyed were scorching hot.

"Songsong, I don't like Jiangcheng."

There seemed to be some aggrieved tone in my ear, I couldn't help laughing, and looked at the man behind me in the mirror: "Why, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"He likes you."

I fiddled with my hair: "You know?"

"Obviously, whenever the two of you are around, I can see his eyes are always on you." It made him feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, I like you so much, why are you so narrow-minded." I patted my head on the shoulder lightly, and looked at him in the mirror with a smile.

Yan Shang lowered his head and kissed the white earlobe that was close at hand: "I have wronged you."

Because his task is not yet able to be together in front of everyone.

"Cheating is fun too." I blinked.

Yan Shang couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek: "Well, then let's play for a while."

He clenched the hand beside Song Song, feeling sorry for the person who had been neglected because he hadn't recovered his memory, and let this guy get sick in the rain.

I looked at Yan Shang suspiciously, my hand hurt a little from being held: "What's wrong with you?"

Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, he kissed his cheek distressedly: "When did you come?"

"The day you refused to get in the rain."

Yan Shang frowned and sighed: "Sorry."

"Didn't you remember it? Those who don't know are not guilty. I haven't seen you so guilty before. It was a puppy who bullied me and left me on the balcony for so long."

"I won't bully you."

"Hehe." I didn't believe it.

After the two walked out of the toilet, they resumed their daily life, maintaining a normal distance. When they came out, they held each other's hands firmly before letting go.

When He Shangmei came out of the women's toilet, she happened to see this scene, and she paused in surprise.

Song Song really chased him?

I suddenly felt uncomfortable, an indescribable feeling.

On the morning of the debate competition, the department office suddenly announced the reform of the format of the competition, which made the pros and cons participating in the competition look confused.

"Yes, the topic of our competition this time uses the topics with the highest votes from the student representatives of the student union as the topics of this debate. These topics are also selected from the topics with the highest popularity votes. Therefore, there will be no winners or losers in this debate , we are all going to use the English debate competition as a form of oral English training in the future."

The six students in the conference room who participated in this competition were also speechless. How could they change it?

The hand I put on my head is crazy, it's a fool, I finally memorized so many lines, it's ruined now!Scratching his head, he felt a little depressed.

Yan Shang propped his chin with one hand, his gaze fell on the opposite person with a vague look, his eyes were full of smiles, as gentle as the warm sun in winter, even the feeling on his body softened with this emotion.

Everyone is dissatisfied with this reform and found nothing unusual.

The Secretary-General patted the table to stop the noise: "I know this is a bit sudden, but it's just a good time to practice your oral English skills. Well... I will give you the debate topic later. There is an afternoon of preparation time, and the evening time will be held as usual. This time watching The number of students has reached an unprecedented number, so we applied to the school to be in the opera house, not in the small auditorium. Remember to arrive half an hour in advance."

"..."

I silently raised my hand: "What's the topic of the debate?" At least it gave me some time to prepare, and it also allowed Hope to prepare.

"Is love restrained or unrestrained."

"..." The audience silently focused their attention on the two of them.

It goes without saying who these two are.

I felt everyone's hot eyes, put down my hand in embarrassment, met Yan Shang's eyes, and shrugged helplessly.

Yan Shang turned his attention to the Secretary-General, and the Secretary-General returned with a sweet smile.

"This is a post bar vote." The Secretary-General smiled brighter and brighter: "Everyone is looking forward to this competition."

The remaining four debaters seem to have their own ideas. This topic is so exciting, and it really is the most exciting place to have the protagonist.

The school post bar has long been high.

In fact, the voting information was released the night before, and ten debate topics were sorted out, and the students came to vote one after another. The final choice was: Is love restrained or unrestrained.

Therefore, what the affirmative wants to argue is that love is restraint, and what the opposing side wants to argue is that love should be unrestrained.

What everyone saw was Song Song and Yan Shang, two people who participated in this debate. Song Song, who has always been active and persistent in love, wanted to defend restraint, while Yan Shang was against arrogance.

Here is the highlight. The nature of this debate has changed. Although it is spoken English, it still attracts the enthusiasm of many students.

[Floor 125: I took my video camera to record, who will do the subtitle translation later! 】

【Floor 128: I can translate!】

[Floor 129: Ahhh, the people on the 125th and 128th floors are so nice, which department do you belong to, leave a contact information, and send it to me when the time comes, my English is scumbag! 】

【Floor 130: Same request!】

[Floor 131: Seek 1]

【132: 2】

【133: 3】

【13...:n】

Originally, there were only a thousand seats in the opera house, and the department office was expected to be full, so we borrowed chairs from the school for the small auditorium as spares.

[Floor 163: I want to see Song Song and Yan Shang tearing each other up. 】

[Floor 164: This is not a joke, it might be an idol drama! 】

[Floor 165: Homosexuality is not hidden anymore, everyone seems to be so calm about Song Song's liking for Yan Shang? 】

[Floor 166: Anyway, I am in favor, love should be spoken out loud, what restraint! 】

[Floor 167: Song Song wants to argue restraint this time, it looks good. 】

[Floor 168: Yan Shang is presumptuous, I wonder if they will argue and talk about love! 】

[Floor 169: I agree with the upstairs. Tonight I will go to the seat early. A dormitory has popcorn ready, so I will just sit and watch tonight's defense.I’ve never looked forward to a debate competition so much, even if I don’t understand, I’m still going, it’s a godsend to have a roommate who is a top student translate for me!]

[Floor 170: Hey, where do you want to sit, leave a contact information and I'll go and translate! 】

The postings and messages sent by the department office of the school's post bar are endless.

I was already sitting in the dormitory scrolling through the posting bar, wanting to cry without tears, and slapped my thigh frantically: "Why, I have prepared for so long a debate topic that can change no matter what, it's too fickle!"

"Hiss—brother, be careful, I'm also made of meat." The innocent Jiang Cheng clutched his thigh in pain, didn't he just sit down!

I immediately raised my hand, sorry and turned my head to look at the person: "Oh, I'm sorry, it's easy."

"..." It went smoothly, so naturally.

Jiang Cheng watched him scrolling through the school's posting bar, just in time to see the title, and suddenly remembered the debate contest that everyone was discussing just now: "The topic of your debate contest has changed?"

I nodded: "Yes, there is no time to prepare for the change, and it will start tonight."

"Oh, what about the title?" Jiang Cheng leaned closer to see the voting results.

Should love be restrained or presumptuous?

Squinting his eyes slightly, he pursed his lips, pressing down a shallow mark on the edge of his lips, but it already revealed an unpleasant arc, turned his head to look at the fair side face, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and pinched it.

I grinned and turned my head to stare at the person: "Why, take revenge on me?"

"No, I just think it should feel good in the hand." He said with a smile, and it really felt good in the hand.

Pulling off his hand, he said, "My face is very precious."

"Why use" is just to tease people.

"Use it to make you handsome." I shook my head.

Jiang Cheng put his hand on his head in a funny way: "I'm really moved, that Song Song who was so shy before will play jokes on me now."

I said dissatisfied: "You mean I'm not handsome now?" I half-closed my eyes and threatened people.

"Handsome." As long as he is happy.

Now I am satisfied, and patted his shoulder: "Well, don't love me too much." Turn around and continue to read the post.

A look of disappointment flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

After lunch, I opened the closet and took out a suit that the original owner had. It was a nice fit and I could tell it had been worn many times.

Standing in front of the mirror, I changed my clothes and fiddled with my hair.

Jiang Cheng leaned against the table and looked at the waist line outlined by the slim suit when he bent down, his heart was filled with emotion, his throat tightened, he shook his head, and walked out of the dormitory.

After watching it, he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself.

It is said that love should be restrained or unrestrained, in fact, when it should be restrained, it should be restrained, and when it should be unrestrained, it should be unrestrained.Restraint is afraid to touch it at the beginning, but when it reaches the level of presumptuousness, it is already crazy in love.So while I can still restrain myself, let it go earlier.

Then you won't always be watching people wanting to move, unable to stop.

But if you can let it go, you can let it go, that's fine.

The author has something to say:

It's over, the image of Jiangcheng is high for me, the more I write, the more I feel sorry for him π_ππ_π

Suddenly I felt so pitiful for him.

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