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Jiang An approached the microphone, and a pleasant voice came out from the speaker, and the timbre seemed to have grainy texture, setting off a wave again.

"Let's applaud again and congratulate Wen Sui."

The people below were very cooperative, thundering and screaming all over the place.

Brother Yan took a step forward and strode up to the podium. Although his hands were empty, he showed an inexplicable momentum of slashing people with a knife.

He stood firmly on the edge of the row, throwing darts at Jiang An with murderous eyes.

The people in front received the awards one by one, shook hands and smiled, and then stood aside, waiting for a group photo.

Jiang An walked up to Wen Sui with a few certificates, with a faint smile on his face: "Congratulations."

"Congratulations, uncle, don't leave when you're done, we haven't settled the debt yet." Wen Sui stared at him coldly, reluctantly took the certificate, and closed it.

Jiang An raised his hand and hugged him into his arms, and explained in a low voice against his ear: "I really don't know, I just realized it was you when I saw the list, don't blame me."

Wen Sui pursed his lips, listen to this nonsense, you just grabbed a kindergarten kid and asked him if he believed it?

He looked at the audience with a blank expression, and snorted softly, "Relax, in front of so many people, I will save face for you."

It won't help if the awards are given out.

Jiang An nodded as soon as he could, and quickly retracted his hand, straightening out the messy folds for him: "Go and take a picture."

Wen Sui glared at him, and stood with the other winners with a sullen expression, exuding an aura of "don't mess with me".

"This classmate has won five awards in a row, so he just smiled." The photographer was quite demanding, so he called by name.

Wen Sui twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "I'm born like this, I'm ugly when I smile, forgive me."

The audience was happy, staggering, looking like a cross talk.

After taking the photo, Wen Sui refused to stay for a moment, strode back to his seat, and tugged at Wang Qiyue's coat in a heartless way: "Brother, take it off and let me cover your face."

Wang Qiyue was trembling from laughter just now, and now even his voice was wavy: "No, what's in the way. This is not very good, it's so much attention, it's such a big limelight."

"Do you want this limelight for you? The cutest bear award in history will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever." Wen Sui glanced at him and muttered, "Who voted, who chose, the public doesn't Participate in a complete black box operation."

"It should be decided by the instructor. To be honest, this award is in front of me, and the first thing I can think of is you." Wang Qiyue finally calmed down and took his certificate. What?"

Wen Sui rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to others, raised his hand to cover his face cleanly.

On the stage, Jiang An was making his final speech. Just listening to the voice, he could imagine that decent and arrogant expression.

But the words got into Wensui's ears, all he wanted was to end it quickly, and then find a small dark room to lock him up for three days.

"...Schiller said that the spark of life of a genius burns faster than that of ordinary people, and it is the same here. The college entrance examination is the starting point of the future, and the Beijing University is a short journey. I hope that we can all use dreams as horses, and learn from swords. ,Thanks."

The audience was quiet for a moment, infected by the rational and free and easy speech, and it took a long time for warm applause to erupt.

Jiang An strode off the stage, and the wind blew through the corners of his white shirt, outlining a vigorous look.

"Handsome Jiangshen, you also praised me as a genius, which made me want to hurry up and do two sets of questions." Wang Qiyue sighed slowly.

Jian Ying glanced at him, and jokingly said: "Okay, little genius, don't eat hot pot tonight, I will give you both shrimp slips."

Wang Qiyue turned around in a second: "Don't, how can eating delicious hot pot be a waste of time, and books and swords should also be matched with wine and meat, so there is no conflict."

"Meng Haoran could crawl out of the coffin after hearing it." Wen Sui clicked his tongue and complained lazily, "He also knows how to use it, and Chinese is not in vain."

"Which sentence is used? Ah, isn't it compulsory for high school? Are the textbooks different in different provinces?" Wang Qiyue looked at a loss.

"... Shujian [-]%, didn't you just keep talking about it." Jian Ying stood up, raised her hand and shook her phone, "Let's go, let's go to the hot pot restaurant for dinner."

Wen Sui moved his wrist slowly, making a crisp click.He looked at the approaching person, tilted his head, without much expression: "We'll be there later."

After finishing speaking, he hooked Jiang An's collar with his fingers and pulled him closer: "Come here, find a place to settle accounts."

Jiang An smiled helplessly, and gave the person behind him a wink: "You guys go first."

"Don't fight, why don't you give an award and give it a hug, it really won't happen." Before leaving, Wang Qiyue patted Wen Sui's shoulder reassuringly, breaking his heart.

The exit of the auditorium was messy, crowded with freshmen who were leaving, and from time to time, eyes were projected towards the two of them.

Jiang An followed the people to the outside of the auditorium, turned into the corridor next to it and stood still. The afterglow of the evening rendered this corner tender, but the atmosphere was completely opposite, almost in a state of tension.

Seeing the man sullenly without saying a word, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Are you really angry?"

"Don't move, you really don't know if you don't know?" Wen Sui pushed his hand away, hugged it, and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Anping calmly replied: "I really don't know. I was writing a speech this afternoon, but I only received an award, but no name. About the music, they chose it."

"Then you saw the award for the cutest bear in history, didn't you think of me?"

"Well, you also know that this award is yours at first glance, and it is indeed well deserved."

This is all nonsense, Wen Sui felt for the first time that his words were not sharp enough to speak out.

"Are you angry at me on purpose? Then why did you stop for half a beat? I'm already halfway through, and I can't slip."

Jiang An lowered his head and laughed, restraining the corners of his mouth from rising, and said, "It's really funny, I'm afraid I can't help but laugh."

"From the very beginning, I was willing to help others and be a doll. Is it a disaster if I end up like this?" Wen Sui's temper became a little bit, and he was about to explode at one o'clock.

"awful."

"Then you still have the nerve to laugh?"

"Because it's really funny."

"I don't find it funny, it's embarrassing."

"Quite cute."

"...You fucking, I'd better beat you up."

Trash Jiang An, not worthy of being a brother.

Dark Shark tonight, you can choose between poisoning or smothering.

Beat you up now, or I'll take your surname—

Jiang An blocked the approaching fist and held it, comforting him to put it down, lowering his eyelashes and saying, "Okay, I admit my mistake, I should tell you in advance. That's already like this, how do you want to make it up?"

Um?Jiang An was apologizing, with a low eyebrow!Apologize!

Suddenly being so easy to talk to, Wen Sui suddenly got stuck, hemming and hawing.

"Tell me, how do you want to make up for it?"

"Ah? Compensation... Then I will punish you to serve me hot pot tonight."

There is no deterrence between words, and they are still soft-hearted after all.

Jiang secretly laughed, and said meaningfully: "Yes."

"Ang, that's it, the meeting is over." Wen Sui withdrew his fist, cursed, and strode away towards the other end of the corridor.

Jiang An followed him to the outside of the school, watching the silver hairs being blown up by the wind, swaying like dumb hairs.

Isn't this the cutest bear in history, no one can be cuter than him.

The two walked to the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, and the outside area was already full and three tables were seated.The weather at the end of September is warm but not dry, which is really suitable for the open air.

Manager Li at the door looked at the familiar face, with question marks written all over his forehead, and then there was joy in his heart that he was about to leave work: "Jiang...Xiaojiang, why are you here? Isn't it something at home?"

"Our class reunion, you continue to go to work." Jiang hinted that he should not talk too much, so as not to reveal his secrets.

Manager Li collapsed in half in an instant, and said with nothing to love: "Well, then you go, I will stand on the last post."

Wen Sui was happy, and walked around the store like patrolling the shop, and then swaggered to the middle table and sat down. After the apology just now, he felt refreshed physically and mentally.

He looked around at the crowd, with a polite look on his host's face: "I have eaten everything, how does it taste?"

Wang Qiyue swallowed a mouthful of the kidney, and his lips turned red from the hot pepper: "It's delicious, but it's too spicy. I'm wondering if I should use hot water for it."

"I forgot, Jiangshen is not very good at spicy food." Jian Ying slapped her forehead and looked at the latecomer, "Why don't we change the bottom of the pot?"

Jiang An slowly sat beside Wen Sui, took apart the chopsticks, and scalded them with hot water: "No, you guys can eat, I just want fried rice. Today I am mainly here to serve people."

These words are very strange, except for the young master who can command Jiang Shen, there is probably no other one.

Everyone at this table looked up at the two of them, as if they were watching a movie for free, wishing they could buy another two catties of melon seeds.

Jiang An scalded a piece of beef, picked it up after ten seconds, and put it into the oil dish in front of Wensui: "Master, is the service satisfactory?"

Wen Sui picked it up and tasted it like an old man, and said arrogantly: "Generally, the heat is a bit old, pay attention next time."

Jiang An continued his efforts, sent another piece, and said in a low voice, "Try this again."

Wen Sui nodded, tasted as fine as Michelin, and after a while he said slowly: "It's too tender, and a little raw."

The two of them gave one food and one food, one was picky and the other spoiled, the cooperation was quite tacit.

"Jiangshen, can I have this treatment?" Jian Ying stretched out the bowl and looked at him eagerly.

Jiang An didn't raise his head, his eyes were fixed on the boiling red soup, and his tone was so cold that he could freeze to death: "Your hand is not damaged."

Jian Ying: "... Is Wen Sui disabled? You are so cold and ruthless."

Jiang An lowered his eyes, ignoring it at all, and put another dish in Wen Sui's bowl, and the bowl was already piled up in sharp piles.

"Don't worry, slow down, or it will be cold." Wen Sui muttered, thinking he couldn't keep up with the progress.

Wang Qiyue couldn't stand it anymore, and complained aloud: "You are doing too much, your brother is being bullied by you like this, I feel aggrieved with a big heart."

"No, he is repaying the debt, making up for my injured little heart." Wen Sui shook his finger, enjoying it calmly.

Song Wanyin came to her senses, bent her eyes and said, "Is it... about the little bear?"

Wen Sui's smile froze, and he was speechless: "My friends, for the sake of my classmates, can Xiaoxiong turn the chapter?"

"Okay, it's okay to turn over the chapter, let's go first." Jian Ying dragged out a large box of beer from the side and poured them one by one, "Let's congratulate Wen Sui for breaking the record and winning five prizes in a row. Really, it's crazy! !"

The people at one table laughed together, and even the two tables next door became lively with the atmosphere.

Wen Sui clenched his chopsticks tightly, almost breaking them, it seems that Jiang An is not the only one on Ansha's list.

Is it because he usually looks so easy to talk, everyone is so good at running people.

"You have such a good rhythm..." Wen Sui smiled kindly, with a fierce look in his eyes, "I'll discuss it with you another day."

Jian Ying poured him a full cup and put it in front of him: "Think about it, the extremely dull youth or the screaming youth, which one do you choose? It's not a problem."

Wen Sui: "..." This group of people collectively reported to the Deyun Society, one by one can tell.

While he was in a daze, someone touched the glass in his hand, and there was a crisp sound.

Someone made a gesture: "Happy weekend everyone, getting together is fate."

A few tables of people held their glasses crookedly and raised their hands from a distance to signal.

Jiang An glanced at him from the side, but he didn't stop him, but he just looked up and did it directly, which was very refreshing.

After he finished his cup, he tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Can you drink?"

The time of separation was too early and too young. When I was a child, I wouldn't let Wen Sui drink, and when I grow up, I have no way of knowing.

But judging by his posture, he is quite heroic, and he looks like he can defeat Wu Song.

"I don't know, I should be able to." Wen Sui didn't pay much attention, and casually estimated the number, "Five bottles."

Jiang An tapped the table with his fingertips and smiled: "It's best."

"Awesome, why don't you play some games to cheer up our young master?" The boy on the opposite side pushed his glasses and suggested, "Just play that, everyone tell one thing about themselves, and those who have the same experience have to drink , if you don’t have any, how about drinking it by yourself?”

Wang Qiyue put down his rhetoric: "I can't see it, you are a school bully with fancy ideas, come on. My little head is enough to force you to death."

The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and the two tables next to them quickly moved the tables and chairs, and joined together to form a mighty table.

The game starts with the man with glasses: "I wet the bed, and I drank alcohol after doing it."

Everyone booed, you are not cheating the whole staff, you are a sinister and vicious little glasses.

The same experience in the same world, everyone admitted with a smile, and each was punished with a cup.

"Next and next, I'm screaming crazily on a roller coaster, those who are cowardly should be more conscious."

"I come and I come. I have never been confessed to since I was a child. It's so fucking embarrassing. It's too bitter. Forget it, I will do it myself."

……

Probably because the start was in the cheating mode. After a few rounds, Wen Sui's face turned red. He raised his head and used the evening wind to relieve the heat.

After thinking for a while, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang An: "Have you decided what to say?"

"I didn't think about it, but I think you are..." Jiang An paused, "Do you really have five bottles of alcohol? Take it easy."

Wen Sui lazily touched him with his knee, and lazily said: "Don't worry, it's absolutely fine."

"It's up to me, I'm not so vicious, let everyone go. I failed an exam once, I guess no one is like me, or I will go by myself."

Most of the people here are halo academic masters from childhood to adulthood, all leaning on the back chair, as stable as Mount Tai.

Wang Qiyue, who was inexplicably lying on the gun, cursed in a low voice: "There are three tables full of people, and I am the only one with 55 in the elementary school math test?"

Wen Sui was overjoyed, and tilted his head to look at him: "Then you are quite strong, and you can progress from 55 to the level of Beijing University."

"Get out, I'll punish you." Wang Qiyue finished his drink with a blushing face, and decided to be violent, "I've never been in a relationship, I'll force you single dogs to death."

Wen Sui and Jiang An looked at each other, he saw Jiang An's fingers moved slightly, and he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

"Coincidentally, neither do I." Wen Sui raised his eyebrows, and gulped it down, the beer froth went down his throat, making his throat a little dry.

"No, you two haven't talked about it?"

"Is the current male god so pure? The confession man can go from Beijing University to France."

"You two just say so if you want to drink to moisten your throat. You don't need to lie like this."

"I don't believe it, especially Wen Sui, who has the face of eighty girlfriends!"

Wen Sui laughed, with alcohol stained red on his face, he said slowly, "No, the Chinese don't lie to the Chinese."

Jiang An shrugged, with a calm face: "Me neither."

During the period of hormonal restlessness, this kind of topic can especially arouse the interest of young people. When it is the next person's turn to speak, the painting style will completely change along the way.

"I kissed someone once. Anyway, it doesn't mean that we have to fall in love. A kiss on the mouth is fine. Those who have done this will be punished honestly."

"Hey, aren't you alluding to our King of the Sea, who has never been in love, and the film has passed without a trace." Someone opened his mouth and joked indiscriminately.

The few people next to him had already done it casually, and in the noisy hot pot restaurant, there was a commotion all around, calling out scumbags.

Wen Sui froze for a second, then subconsciously turned his head to look at the person, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Jiang An's slender fingers played with the glass, and the two looked at each other with a lingering smile on their lips.

He stared at Wen Sui fixedly, as if he had been hooked for no reason, his mind wandering.

Because of drinking some wine, his lips were very red, his skin was very fair, his pupils were slightly bright, and his smile was like fireworks limited to summer nights.

The noise seemed to have gone away, the noise was paused, and the evening wind disturbed the heart.

Jiang An's Adam's apple rolled lightly, his fingers tightened and then slowly loosened, and he suddenly laughed loosely.

He looked into his eyes, held the glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down.

"Brother, you..." Wen Sui blinked slowly, and watched him approach.

The distance was suddenly pulled very close, their shoulders were pressed against each other, and there was a vague smell of alcohol entwined around each other.

Jiang An pressed against his ear, as if touching the earlobe vaguely, her lips were hot.

"Sui Sui." He called his name, his breathing became hot, and he whispered, "Aren't you going to drink?"

The author has something to say: Our Xiaojiang is very flirtatious, and he went crazy after drinking some wine

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