Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

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[Calculate the results of the cultural class and the grievances and grievances of the talent competition. 】

Due to the high prize money of this talent competition, the number of applicants broke through the highest ever.

Due to the lack of turnover, the school had to restrict the next batch of contestants.

According to the requirements of the school, if a contestant from the sophomore to the senior year fails any subject during the study period, the registration qualification will be cancelled.

The new freshmen will use the college entrance examination results as the selection criteria, and those whose college entrance examination scores are in the bottom 5.00% will also be disqualified.

In order to be fair and just, the school announced the results of all finalists on the school's official website.

Once the grades are divided into three, six or nine, there will always be people who come to eat melons and watch the show.

Tieba once again raised a tall building.

On the 1st floor, the school is crazy, they don't even give them a pair of underwear, so they really posted the grades?Take a deep breath, but fortunately I didn't sign up.

On the 2nd floor, at the scene of a large-scale social death, the melon eaters expressed their excitement.

On the 3rd floor, even if there are so many people, there are still thousands of people, which is scary.

Landlord, as a professional melon eater, I spent one night to double check all the results.I don't know if I don't look it up, there are really awesome characters in our school!

On the 5th floor, dear host, don’t talk nonsense and get on the melon, I will beat you if you are not sweet!

On the 6th floor, catch up with the live broadcast, happy.

Landlord, I dug out a few awesome ones for everyone to enjoy.

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On the 8th floor, let me go, let’s forget about the chairman’s professional course in the Bel Canto Department, but why are the public courses so good?

On the 9th floor, that is, the chairman of our department receives a scholarship every year, and he is guaranteed a graduate degree in his sophomore year.

On the 10th floor, the department of management is a bit strong, and the grades of all subjects are also among the best.

On the 11th floor, he is not a music major, and he is not popular with a bunch of art competitions.

On the 12th floor, don't say that first, he dances very well, and he is so handsome.

On the 23rd floor, sisters, have you seen the screenshot of the only college entrance examination score in these ten pictures?

On the 24th floor, emmmmm... I saw it, but I dare not speak.

On the 25th floor, there is a trace of unreality and fear.

On the 26th floor, Su Chi?Is it Su Chi who showed off the limelight at the opening ceremony?He passed the college entrance examination... 669?Lying. Groove?

On the 27th floor, more than that, have you noticed that he is taking science, and an art student is taking physics and chemistry?Moreover, their family is a province with a large college entrance examination, and they use the national one test paper. As we all know, the national one test paper is perverted...

On the 28th floor, that's not right. Didn't Su Chi be admitted by exception and didn't take the college entrance examination?

The 29th floor, so you can see that his college entrance examination transcript is from two years ago.

Floor 30, two years ago?I remember that the first paper of the college entrance examination was extremely difficult that year, and this matter has been hotly searched on Weibo for a week.That year, the provincial admission score for the national one-volume exam was [-] points lower than previous years.

On the 31st floor, it doesn't matter if you have strong professional ability, but you still have such good grades in culture?

On the 32nd floor, ahem, let's talk about something uncomfortable, I don't know if you have seen him in person, his face is also a face that can make a debut.

33. If you can't compete with ability, you can't compete with face even more.

On the 34th floor,... the clown is actually myself.

Unknowingly, Su Chi, who became the topic of discussion on the post bar, was putting away his phone and pushing open the glass door of the western restaurant.

"Uncle Wen, why are you here?" Su Chi's surprise was written all over his face.

"Accompany you to dinner."

"Okay." Seeing Wen Yanting, Su Chi was in a good mood, and his stomach started to growl, "What shall we eat?"

Wen Yanting pointed to the restaurant where Su Chi worked, "I heard that the foie gras is good."

The price of dishes in this western restaurant starts from three digits. Su Chi touched the 3000 yuan salary he had just received, and Uncle Wen came all the way to comfort him, so he just ate.

"go!"

Wen Yanting took him to the private room on the second floor.

Su Chi panicked this time. There was a low price on the second floor, at least 5000 yuan, which was beyond Su Chi's salary range.

He tugged on Wen Yanting's cuff, "Uncle Wen, why don't you go downstairs to eat. Upstairs and downstairs are similar, and it's very quiet downstairs at this point."

Wen Yanting saw Su Chi's consideration, "It's okay, I'll invite you today."

"That's not good."

Wen Yanting raised his hand and rubbed his hair, "Little fool, why are you being polite to me?"

"Oh." With a hot face, Su Chi followed into the private room without any reason to refute.

The service staff handed the menus to the two respectively.

Wen Yanting took off his suit jacket. Underneath he was wearing a clean gray plaid shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms.

Why do some people wear fake suits from the wholesale market that look like famous brands?

"Order whatever you like," Wen Yanting said.

"Oh." Su Chi turned his gaze back to the menu, although he had never been to such an expensive restaurant after his family went bankrupt.But it's not that Su Chi has never seen the world, let alone Wen Yanting treats guests, so he can save a little bit.

"Uncle Wen, please order, I'm not too hungry, just order a little less."

"Okay." Wen Yanting took the menu and ordered with the service staff around him.

Su Chi's eyes couldn't help but drift towards him again, Uncle Wen was so gentle even when talking to the service staff, how could there be such a nice person.

I have to work harder to earn money and support him for a few more years, so I can't let him go to someone else.

"Xiao Chi." Wen Yanting called him.

"Ok?"

"Have you seen enough?"

Su Chi held the steel fork and straightened his waist, "Huh?"

"You've been watching me for a long time."

"Oh, sorry."

Su Chi's ears were hot, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in, it was too embarrassing.

Wen Yanting chuckled, "It's okay, you can continue watching if you like."

"Oh." But you have said that, so I don't have the nerve to read it.

The dishes in the VIP rooms on the second floor are faster than those on the first floor. After 10 minutes, Su Chi looked at the dishes on a large table, "Why did you order so many?"

"I don't know your taste, so I ordered everything you might like."

Su Chi: "..."

If I had known earlier, he would have ordered it himself, and now it cost more money.

"Taste." Wen Yanting took some foie gras and put it on his plate.

"Thank you." Su Chi stuffed it into his mouth, "It's delicious."

"By the way, Uncle Wen, if I enter the final of the talent competition, can I invite you to watch the competition?"

"I'm very happy, when is the final?"

Su Chi inserted another piece of foie gras, "It's still early, although it's not so easy to win the first place, but I still have confidence in entering the final."

"I'm looking forward to it." Wen Yanting looked at the dining table, "Xiao Chi, don't you like fish?"

The fish here is the specialty of the restaurant, but Su Chi has all other dishes, except the fish.

"No, I really like to eat it, but when I was a child, I was stabbed by a thorn when I ate fish, and I was afraid of being stabbed again."

Wen Yanting asked the service staff to bring a pair of chopsticks, picked out the fish one by one, made sure there were no thorns, put them on a clean plate, and handed them to Su Chi, "It was my mistake, I will pick out for you in the future."

Su Chi's heart thumped. The warm and happy experience gave him an instant inspiration, and he quickly took out a pen and paper from his bag.

Wen Yanting is simply a source of inspiration. As long as he is there, Su Chi can write songs for 100 years.

Seeing this, Wen Yanting stopped talking, and even stopped his movements in order not to affect him.

After 15 minutes, Su Chi closed the notebook with satisfaction.

"Finished?" Wen Yanting looked at him.

"Well, I have to modify it when I go back, and composing music is not that easy."

"You usually only write scores, can you fill in lyrics?"

"Yes, but with less filling." Su Chi answered truthfully.

Wen Yanting doesn't understand music, but he likes to hear Su Chi say, "Aren't you good at it?"

"No." Compared with composing music, writing lyrics is easier, but Su Chi likes to challenge difficult things, "Uncle Wen, do you want to hear it? If you want, I will fill in the lyrics for this piece and send it to You."

"What about the last song?"

"Last time?"

"The one in the western restaurant of your school."

Su Chi realized later, "Oh, that song, yes, I'll give it to you."

"Do you want to sing it to me yourself?"

Singing specifically for another person is an extremely intimate and ambiguous interaction.Su Chi lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips against the tip of his nose, "Yes, that's okay."

"I'm looking forward to it." Wen Yanting said, "Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Su Chi took down a piece of fish that Wen Yanting had picked out, "It's delicious!"

After the meal, the two came out of the restaurant.

Su Chi asked first, "Uncle Wen, where are you staying tonight?"

"I still have a job, and I have to fly back."

Hurry up, Uncle Wen, Su Chi thought, "Then I'll take you to the airport?"

"No, I'll take you back to school first."

"Okay, then let's take a taxi back?"

"No, there is a car."

Directly in front of the two of them, a low-key black business Mercedes-Benz was parked.

Uncle Wen rented such a nice car in order to eat in a high-end restaurant without dropping the price. It's so considerate.

It's not cheap to rent this kind of car for a day, and... there is even a driver?

Su Chi followed Wen Yanting into the car, and the two of them sat in the back row.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of Yinda, and Su Chi got out of the car and waved to him, "Uncle Wen, I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Little late."

"Huh?" Su Chi turned his head, a gust of wind passed by, Su Chi didn't hear Wen Yanting's words, and the wind hurt his eyes.

"Don't rub it." Wen Yanting came up and pulled his wrist, "Are your eyes hurting again?"

"Yeah." Su Chi's eyes are fine, except that Yingfeng's eyes are dry and weeping. "It's okay, I'll just go back and put some eye drops."

"Come with me." Wen Yanting pulled him back into the car again.

The assistant sitting in the driver's seat saw through the rearview mirror that Wen Yanting was putting Su Chi's head on his suit pants, and he got out of the car consciously, blowing the cold wind of late autumn alone.

From the moment Su Chi lay on Wen Yanting's lap, his throat began to tighten, and his eyes were dry and painful, but Wen Yanting held his wrists to prevent him from touching them.

"Wen, Uncle Wen, what are you going to do?" Su Chi was like a lamb at the mercy of others, with his eyes closed, he could only feel the faint light inside the car.

"I'll help you with eye drops." Wen Yanting gently peeled off his eyelids, "Don't move."

Su Chi opened his eyes, and Wen Yanting was about ten centimeters in front of him, with some sweet champagne in his breath.

Su Chi became dizzy, and turned his gaze from Wen Yanting's eyes to his hands, "Uncle Wen, do you also use this brand of eye drops?"

It is said to be eye drops, but it is actually a kind of artificial tears. It is a niche brand in France. Su Chi only uses this brand most comfortably. However, it is difficult to buy this kind of eye drops in China, so you usually have to buy them through an agent.

"I don't need it, it's for you." Wen Yanting's gaze was completely fixed on Su Chi's eyes, "I'm going to instill it, don't move."

The cold liquid blurred Su Chi's vision along the top, but moistened the dry eye sockets with a warm touch.

"Uncle Wen, do you know that I use this?"

"Ah."

Su Chi's desperately pounding on his chest forced him to open his eyes, and Wen Yanting's scent of sweet wine continued to spray towards the tip of his nose.

Wen Yanting helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but his cool fingertips scalded his skin.

The other party was about to leave from Su Chi's eyes, but the latter's mind went into an electric shock, and he reached out and grabbed Wen Yanting's tie to keep him from moving.

Out of nervousness or unclear analysis of force, and because of Su Chi's tugging, Wen Yanting and him got a step closer, and the aura between them became more and more intense.

The blood in his whole body rushed to the brain desperately, and Su Chi had difficulty breathing due to swelling.

Wen Yanting breathed out the carbon dioxide gas, tortured Su Chi's intermittent hypoxia, and only one thought remained in his delirious brain.

Shouldn't it be a kiss?

After the ambiguous atmosphere lasted for 30 seconds, Su Chi was discouraged and let go of Wen Yanting's tie.

He dare not.

In less than one tenth of a second, the hand that was about to let go was wrapped in place by Wen Yanting's palm.The other party's gaze shifted from Su Chi's eyes to his lower lip, and he turned his head slightly, "Nervous?"

Su Chi nodded mechanically, unable to make a sound.

Wen Yanting chuckled, and supported Su Chi's chin with the fingertips that were originally attached to the corners of his eyes.

The hopeless Su Chi could only stiffen his body and close his eyes tightly again.

He felt Wen Yanting's movements stagnate, and his breath gradually pulled away. Just when he thought that the other party would not continue, Su Chi opened his eyes——

But just happened to see Wen Yanting's kiss on the mole at the corner of his eye.

The author has something to say: Assistant: Are you finished?It's so windy and cold outside!