"Oh, it's a pity, I've never seen Shen Mochen jealous......" Dai Jiajia shook her head and sighed.

Although the eight boys were full of doubts, when they saw Shen Mochen's eyes that were cold enough to freeze to death, they finally didn't say anything, and obediently went to Peach's side to get the balloon.

When Peaches sent the fifth balloon, a white and slender hand reached out, took the balloon, and whispered to her, "Little beauty, we meet again." ”

Peaches looked up and saw the fair-skinned boy standing in front of her, with eyes like deep pools, showing a lazy smile at her.

"Uh...... ...... you are" Momoko always felt that this man looked a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

"Forgot about me so soon? It's so sad......" Although the boy said sadly, there was a thick smile in his eyes, "Have you forgotten that we use the same mobile phone?" ”

"Oh...... You're the one that day...... That one...... Weird pick-up guy! After he reminded her, Momoko suddenly remembered the guy who hugged her on the side of the road that night while she was not paying attention.

"......" After hearing Peaches say this, the smile on the boy's face finally couldn't hold back, and the corners of his thin lips pulled out a wry smile, and he said helplessly: "My name is Yi Fan......"

Although he doesn't look like a beautiful country, a city and a city, nor is he suave and uninhibited, but at least he can make a deep first impression, like today, after two reminders, he hasn't met anyone who hasn't remembered him since he was a child.

For a while, a sense of frustration involuntarily rose in Yi Fan's heart.

"Hey, why did you hold a balloon for so long??" The boy behind Yi Fan was unhappy and couldn't help but mumble at him.

“…… Little beauty, we'll talk about it later. Yi Fan came back to his senses, smiled at Peach, took the balloon and walked back to his original position and stood up.

When he stood still, he suddenly felt a cold gaze projecting at him.

Yi Fan raised his head slightly, and at a glance saw Shen Mochen standing not far away, with a hint of inquiry in his dark and deep eyes, his eyes were cold and not warm, obviously it was still not very cold in early autumn, but it inexplicably made him feel that the temperature around him dropped several degrees in an instant.

Reluctantly pulling out a smile, Yi Fan glanced at Shen Mochen, then turned his head and continued to look at Peaches seriously.

It's just that...... The gaze behind him seemed to be even stronger......

After Peach finished sending out all the eight balloons, Shen Mochen finally withdrew his gaze from Yi Fan, pulled a faint smile from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice to the eight people on the stage: "Let's open the balloons in turn to see which classmate will be the lucky one today." ”

Momoko continued with black lines on her head: "Students can open the balloon in their own unique way and take out the note inside......

In other words, what's so interesting about this game that has been reduced by Shen Mochen? ? Why did she suddenly feel so bored and embarrassed......

On stage, Momoko maintained that somewhat subtle awkward atmosphere, and the audience began to talk to themselves, and to be honest, this kind of game was really not attractive at all.