Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The venue of the speech competition is arranged in the small auditorium of the Art Building, and the order of speeches is determined by drawing lots.

Cheng Wenwen was unlucky and got the first one. Before going on stage, her face was pale from nervousness, and she broke out in a cold sweat in the cold weather.

However, Wen Xiaoyu and He Xiran were not good at comforting people.Especially He Xiran, who was stuck to the side like a log, with his right hand in his clothes pocket and kept moving, he didn't know what he was holding.

Wen Xiaoyu watched from the corner of her eye for a long time, and finally understood.

"Lend me your little handkerchief." He stretched out his hand towards He Xiran.

"What small handkerchief?" He Xiran raised his eyes, "I don't use a small handkerchief!"

Wen Xiaoyu pointed to his pocket helplessly, and said, "Tissue."

"...Oh." He Xiran awkwardly took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Wen Xiaoyu.

"Wipe off your sweat." Wen Xiaoyu took out one and handed it to Cheng Wenwen, "You have prepared well, just perform normally."

"Thank you." Cheng Wenwen wiped the sweat from her forehead, and gave Wen Xiaoyu a grateful smile.

The opening ceremony on the stage is over, and the contestant is on the field.She took a deep breath and walked over stiffly.

Seeing her so nervous, Wen Xiaoyu suddenly remembered the dark night in the small auditorium last time.He glanced at He Xiran, wondering if He Xiran would be affected in any way.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly occurred to him, and he put the remaining tissues into his pocket.

"Hey, why did you keep it for yourself? Give it back to me." He Xiran raised his chin slightly, and stared at him dissatisfied.

"Stingy, I'm useful." Wen Xiaoyu said mysteriously with a sullen face.

He Xiran opened his eyes wide and asked, "What's the use? You shouldn't be so nervous that you have diarrhea, right?"

Wen Xiaoyu gave him a cold look, then hooked his fingers at him.When he approached him curiously, he leaned slightly and lowered his voice and said, "I'll wipe your mouth when you stand upside down and eat shit later."

"Wen—oh!" They were not far from the stage, if He Xiran's bluffing voice was fully yelled out, Cheng Wenwen's speech would definitely be disturbed.

Wen Xiaoyu suddenly raised her hand to cover his mouth, dragged him back to the wall step by step, and said depressingly: "Keep your voice down, idiot, you don't have anything in mind."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" He Xiran struggled and couldn't speak, so he could only stare at him to express his anger.

"You still dare to scold me?" Wen Xiaoyu originally wanted to let go, but when he heard him moan a few times, he used some strength and pinched the flesh on his cheeks.

He Xiran: "No! No! No!"

Wen Xiaoyu: "Hum a nice sentence and let go."

He Xiran: "Hmph!"

He was so anxious that he raised his leg to kick, but he was no match for Wen Xiaoyu in a fight, so Wen Xiaoyu easily subdued him by holding his leg.

Looking at his eyes that were shining with anger, Wen Xiaoyu felt better.

He was so interested in admiring He Xiran's hair-blowing expression, until he felt that He Xiran's hot breath was spraying on his fingers, making him a little itchy, so he moved his fingers and slowly let go of his hand.

After straightening up his body, he was taken aback for a moment, and secretly exclaimed that there were more than [-] other contestants waiting, and those childish scenes just now were all watched by the crowd.

The strange eyes that seemed to be familiar to him focused on him and He Xiran, making him shiver silently.At the moment when he was in a daze, He Xiran stepped on the back of his foot hard.

"Hiss..." he moaned in pain.He Xiran didn't spare any strength in this kick, and stepped on his instep firmly.

Wen Xiaoyu was about to scold him again, but he didn't know what to do, but when he raised his eyes, he was dumbfounded—there were a few finger marks on He Xiran's cheeks, showing his evidence of bullying to the public.

So Wen Xiaoyu couldn't curse anymore, and stepped back two steps in a slightly chaotic manner, pulling away the too close distance from him.

"Hey, what, let's go to Cheng Wenwen's speech."

Wen Xiaoyu turned her face away, not looking at He Xiran's murderous expression, and also deliberately ignored the mysterious smiles of the girls, enduring the pain in her feet and walking towards the entrance of the backstage.

He Xiran rubbed his face and followed behind him, wishing he could pounce on him and pluck his hair bald.But he also has a long memory and dare not swear loudly anymore, so he can only speak ill of him in a low voice.

"Stupid! You only gain strength but not brains, it hurts me to death. Big bastard! Bastard!"

The murmuring scolding sound reached Wen Xiaoyu's ears, and Wen Xiaoyu tried his best to resist the urge to flick him on the forehead.

Does it really hurt?Wen Xiaoyu looked down at his right hand.He didn't know too well, he just felt that the soft and warm touch hadn't dissipated after so long, which made him want to pinch it again.

When he was absent-minded, a voice with a smile sounded beside him: "Wen Xiaoyu, this time we are not teammates, but competitors, come on."

He turned his head, it turned out to be Lin Ningxin.

"You also participated in the competition, come on." Wen Xiaoyu said.

The slight smile on Lin Ningxin's face froze for a moment, his eyes swept over him and He Xiran, and he continued: "Just now I wanted to ask you...to say hello, but I didn't find a chance."

Wen Xiaoyu didn't know what to say, so she just nodded lightly, moved a step away and stood closer to He Xiran.

"Are you nervous?" He asked He Xiran pretending to be casual.

"I have nothing to be nervous about, you should be nervous."

The disdain on He Xiran's face did not seem to be fake, Wen Xiaoyu was completely relieved, and secretly sighed that his kick was for nothing.

"What do you think of Cheng Wenwen's performance?" He Xiran asked.

"Not as good as when she was practicing below." Wen Xiaoyu frowned slightly, "She was too nervous."

Cheng Wenwen really likes English as a subject, and she also voluntarily participated in this competition. She prepared more carefully than the other two.

Coupled with the fact that Teacher Yu, whom she has always respected, has been so slandered, she is determined to win glory in this competition.Maybe it's just putting too much pressure on yourself, which is counterproductive.

She missed a paragraph in the middle, only remembered it later, and hurriedly filled it in for the completeness of the speech, but in the end there was not enough time.The timekeeper pressed the bell, and she left sadly, her face even uglier than before when she came down.

"Wenwen, are you okay?" Lin Ningxin also knew her, and asked softly, taking her hand.

Cheng Wenwen lowered her head, tears streaming down her eyes, wet her glasses.Wen Xiaoyu handed over the remaining tissues, and looked outside, and saw that Old Zhao was staring at the door frame eagerly.

Good old father!Wen Xiaoyu applauded Lao Zhao in his heart.

The few of them sent Cheng Wenwen to Lao Zhao, and suddenly found that Teacher Yu was also outside the door.

When Cheng Wenwen saw Teacher Yu crying, she became even more sad. Teacher Yu comforted her softly, and smiled at Wen Xiaoyu.Her face was also pale, but it was still as gentle and peaceful as usual.

Wen Xiaoyu nodded to her and watched them go away.

When He Xiran came on stage, he was neither affected by this episode nor nervous about the unpleasant memories in the small auditorium, but was almost overwhelmed by the inexplicable laughter from the audience.

He didn't know what everyone was laughing at, even the judges and teachers were holding back their laughter, drinking from their cups one after another.

Seeing him pouted slightly, Wen Xiaoyu started her speech regardless.

He is always so dazzling on stage, confident and perfect, and generous.As if he was born for the stage, nothing can stop his light.

But what he didn't know was that there were a few red finger marks imprinted on his face at this moment, jumping under the bright light with his vivid expression, causing everyone to laugh frequently.

Like a little cat, Wen Xiaoyu watched from afar with a smile on his face.

"His face...hasn't healed yet, the skin is too tender." Lin Ningxin said in surprise.

It was very tender, Wen Xiaoyu rubbed it with her fingers hanging by her side, it was still very soft.

"Don't tell him when he comes down." Wen Xiaoyu's smile was leaking, "Let him find out by himself."

Lin Ningxin looked at him quietly for a while, and said, "You two have such a good relationship."

"He might be anxious with you after hearing that." Wen Xiaoyu smiled and withdrew his expression, continuing to stare at He Xiran.

He Xiran's ups and downs of speech echoed in the auditorium.His voice was already very nice, with the clean and crispness unique to young people.

His pronunciation is very pure spoken English, and a smart and graceful speech ended successfully, refreshing like the entrance of a clear spring, and the laughter from the audience turned into applause and resounded again.

He himself seemed very satisfied, bowing politely to the audience like an aristocratic gentleman, and walked off the stage with graceful steps.

In the next second, he jumped in front of Wen Xiaoyu in three steps at a time, raised his chin high, and said, "How is it? Do you dare to compare with me?"

Wen Xiaoyu looked down at his pretty face, suppressed a smile and said, "Dare."

"How dare you! You're just showing off!" He Xiran wrinkled his nose at him, looking as if he was holding a winning ticket, "You just wait to eat on your head... umm~ let's go!"

"Hmm~ what is it?" Wen Xiaoyu felt that she would not be able to hold back her smile any longer, but He Xiran's eyes were shining like a sea of ​​stars flowing in them, so amazing that she couldn't take her eyes off her eyes.

"Don't you want me to say that disgusting word! You... What are you doing looking at me?" He Xiran touched his face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Wen Xiaoyu finished speaking quickly, forcing himself to look away.

After waiting for two more players, it was his turn to play next.Before going on stage, he still couldn't help glancing at He Xiran's face, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Look at you."

Then he walked onto the stage like a casual stroll, completely ignoring He Xiran behind him who was terrified by his words, and couldn't recover for a long time.

When he came to the stage, Wen Xiaoyu found that the audience was much more than he expected, and their emotions were particularly high. He even wondered if Gao Le's news was just nonsense.

But there is one thing that Gao Le is right. The contestants are all average. So far, except for He Xiran, there is no one that stands out.

Of course, besides himself.

Wen Xiaoyu has lived in the UK for many years. As soon as she spoke, her fluent and authentic London accent not only stunned the audience, but even the judges and teachers were obviously taken aback.

Everyone was staring at him intently, as if they were going to burn countless holes in his body.Then he pulled out the person inside to see if it was the Wen Xiaoyu they knew.

Of course not, a smooth and wonderful sentence slipped out of his mouth.He was thinking calmly, that he would prove to everyone that he was no longer the Wen Xiaoyu he used to be.

He doesn't care about the eyes of others, but now there are many people who are very important to him around him.He wants them to be reassured by his change, and even proud of him.

The last speech ended neatly, Wen Xiaoyu looked at the quiet audience with firm eyes, bowed and bowed, only the sound of her own heartbeat was in her ears.

In the next second, there was thunderous applause, and under the leadership of Class [-], sonorous and forceful "Brother Wen" resounded through the auditorium.

Many people who secretly took pictures of him couldn't control it anymore, they raised their mobile phones and blatantly shot him frantically, screaming "so handsome" and "handsome guy smile" while taking pictures.

Wen Xiaoyu smiled helplessly and gratefully, turned around and walked off the stage with steady steps.

He Xiran was standing at the entrance of the stage, staring blankly at him.I don't know if I am still immersed in the sentence "Look at you" and haven't recovered, or I have fallen into another shock.

"How is it?" Wen Xiaoyu raised the corners of his lips, imitating his tone when he just left the stage and asked, "Do you still dare to compare with me?"

The childish and familiar tone brought He Xiran back to his senses, blushing quickly climbed to the base of his ears, and he shouted shamefully: "Learn from others!"

The next contestant was already on stage, and his voice went straight to the front.Wen Xiaoyu was taken aback, and hurriedly dragged him away from the stage so that he would not harm others again.

Backstage, He Xiran broke free from his restraint.Looking here and touching there alone, his eyes are erratic, but he just doesn't look at Wen Xiaoyu.

Wen Xiaoyu couldn't figure out what was going on in his head, so he leaned against the wall and played with his phone.

suddenly──

"Wen Xiaoyu!!!" He Xiran's scream almost made him drop his phone again.

He raised his head and saw He Xiran facing a makeup mirror, touching the faint finger marks on his face, and cursing in despair:

"Wen Xiaoyu! Go eat shit! Go now!"

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