He An'an: "There's something wrong with you!" ”

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He Anan looked back at the door of the speech contest classroom and saw that the door of the speech contest classroom was still open, and a teacher might come out of it at any time and bump into them.

He Anan was blocked by Song Liang and had no choice, so the two came to the small corridor on the corner and talked face to face.

Song Liang carefully observed He An'an's expression: "What's wrong?" ”

He An'an's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Song Liang looked at her, and Baba said flatteringly: "He An'an, are you angry with me?" Just because I'm writing on the ground to confess? What a deal! Didn't the school say anything? ”

He An'an: "What else do you want the school to tell you?" ”

Song Liang leaned closer to her and persuaded her sweetly: "What's the matter?" As for it? Mess with me? Are you really mad at me? ”

He Anan was speechless: "I don't know you that well." ”

Song Liang didn't smile: "How to be cooked, how to be uncooked?" ”

He Anan had a cold face: "If you don't have anything else, I have to go back to class." ”

Song Liang suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed against the wall, and surrounded He Anan in front of him: "What are you doing back to class?" Stay and talk to me. ”

He Anan reached out and pushed his arm that was blocking his way: "I don't have anything to talk to you about, get out of the way!" ”

"Why not?" Song Liang suddenly lowered his head, face to face with He Anan, and snorted hotly: "I confessed to you, you have to at least say something, right?" ”

He An'an thought, if you confess, I have to show it, who do you think you are? The emperor chooses a concubine, order one of them.

Song Liang got closer and looked at He An'an carefully, since the two of them met, he really never looked at her carefully, seriously.

The impression is that when we met for the first time, the figure I saw in the blood mist, a clean and beautiful face, expressionless, the eyes like an ancient well and a deep pool looked at it without blinking, the eyes were very deep and bright, even until now, he had never seen such a gaze on a girl's face, so clear, but it seemed to be bottomless.

The memory in the depths of her mind merged with the beautiful person in front of her, and she still had that pair of eyes, still with undisguised boredom and disgust, and if you look closely, it is not difficult to find the thick hatred in her expression.

Song Liangda has been plagued by a question since the first time he saw He An'an, where had he ever seen her? If it weren't for acquaintance, how could she look at herself with such disgusted eyes.

Song Liang thought in his heart, and then asked: "Have we ever met somewhere?" ”

He Anan didn't want to deal with Song Liang, but when he asked at this time, his beautiful eyes suddenly broke out with disgust and resentment, and his tone was cold and repulsive: "What do you mean?" ”

Song Liang glared at Yuan Junjun aggrievedly: "Why do I always feel that you seem to hate me so much?" I don't think I've done anything to provoke you, have I? If you want to be honest, I saved 。。。。。。 ”

He Anan interrupted him: "That's right, I hate you, since you know everything, what are you still pestering me for?" ”

Song Liang stared at He An'an in a daze, he couldn't react for a long time, was he rejected?

He An'an's neat refusal didn't even have a polite buffer, and he went straight to the ground, like a muffled thunder on a sunny day, which caught Song Liang off guard.

Song Liang was confused.

Song Liang was confused for a reason.

Song Liang has been chased by little girls since he was a child, and he has also dealt with two.

One is good-looking, the other is in good shape.

But no matter which one he is, he doesn't care too much, as if it's almost the same as falling in love with whomever he is, it's just like that, and he's not very enthusiastic.

And he doesn't need to deliberately take the initiative to cater to him, those little girls treat him with the same attitude, passionate, adoring, coquettish, pestering him, and snorting when they see him.

The more he loved it, the more excited the little girls became, and saw him like a fly seeing honey.

Every time Song Liang is with them, he always wanders uncontrollably, listening to some nonsense that they don't have, and it feels boring.

But no matter what, Song Liang has never been rejected, or he has never really taken the initiative to be interested in any little girl, and the only person who remembers it in his heart and is worried about it is He An'an.

But He Anan actually rejected him, but he was still neat and did not hesitate, without the slightest kind of mud and water.

Song Liang felt that his self-esteem had been hurt, he had been standing tall, and he was held up by both hands and wrapped in a circle of arrogant self-esteem, and he was slapped on the ground by He An'an, and he was crushed twice.

Song Liang stared at He An'an, feeling that the heart in his heart, which had been lifeless in his feelings, suddenly held his horn and played it loudly, he was strong in his bones, and he refused to admit defeat.

Without thinking about it, he blurted out, "That's because I like you." ”

After Song Liang said this, he was stunned, as if something in his head that had been drowsy and stiff before was suddenly blown away by a gust of breeze, and a certain name firmly engraved on the tip of his heart appeared without warning.

Song Liang's confused eyes became sober little by little, he looked at He An'an, and suddenly became a little overwhelmed, looking at her beautiful black eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor, his eyes began to move a little bit, avoiding his gaze.

For the first time in Song Liang's life, he felt embarrassed and embarrassed.

He An'an's brows were furrowed and she was about to tie a knot, she glared at Song Liang: "Who stipulates that if you like me, I have to like you?" I repeat, I don't like you, you get out of the way! ”

Song Liang didn't stop her again this time, and as soon as she pushed her, he let go of his hand, and He Anan moved a step to the side to avoid him.

Song Liang looked at her with a look of surprise, sadness, and a little annoyance and anger.

"Why don't you like me? What's wrong with me? Why do you hate me so much? ”

He An'an's feelings in his heart are complicated and weird, I feel that this scene in front of me is like making a movie, the same person, different backgrounds, as long as the identities of the two people are reversed, it is simply the scene when she was forcibly broken up by Song Liang in the previous life.

He Anan was silent, and she was also shocked.

He Anan dodged Song Liang's hot gaze, turned his head and left, and before he took two steps, he heard Song Liang suddenly suppress his voice and shout excitedly: "He An'an, I like you, I Song Liang likes you." ”

He Anan didn't leave, and ran out of the corner like running away with his legs.

Song Liang stared at He An'an's back, watching this person trot all the way away from his field of vision.

Song Liang's hands hanging down at his side were clenched tightly, and his fingertips turned blue and white because of too much force.

"I'm not going to give up." Song Liang finished speaking word by word, with a gloomy face, he turned his head and followed. (To be continued.) )