A few minutes later.

"Brothers, I'm going to war!"

At the boys' table on the right side of Yu Ran'er, a boy yelled.

The man stood up, wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, about 1.68 meters tall, his body was relatively strong, and his arm muscles were vaguely beautiful.

His name is Wu Yanbei, the top ten top students in the third class of high school, he usually studies extremely hard, and there are his buddies in the fourth class, so he often wanders in the corridor of the fourth class.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the stage set up by the hotel, where there was a microphone and a spotlight, which was the focus of the audience, and it could be said that it was a must-have place for public confession.

The boy next to him cheered, his eyes were full of encouragement, and the applause was endless, creating momentum for him.

Swish!

It was the actions of the boys in the third class who performed for him that caused the eyes of the people at the surrounding tables to sweep over and stare at the man on the road.

In the eyes of everyone, a girl also looked over, he took two steps and was full of excitement, as if he noticed a girl's gaze.

Wu Yanbei's footsteps paused, his body trembled, and he looked very nervous.

Stopping in place for two seconds, he retreated, hung his head and said, "Forget it, it's still a little empty now, drink two more bottles of wine." ”

"Phew—" There was a burst of disdain on the field.

They all stood up and retreated, they were really not men.

It was as if there was such a voice.

Wu Yanbei's face was flushed, and he also felt that he was stupid, so he took two steps back, which was simply embarrassing.

He longed to find a crack in the ground to get into, but life didn't start over, and he did retreat.

Thinking of this, he felt sad, picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Grunt.

There was a sound of drinking.

"Dude, I know you're brave, but it's really a mistake to fall in love with her."

Someone stood up and shook his head to persuade, not optimistic about this boy's confession.

"Gollum——, don't persuade me, I know I'm sick, but I'm willing!"

His good friend continued, "But that girl is too young." ”

"Gollum——, even if you call me Lolicon, it doesn't matter!"

The young man paused, and poured another sip of wine, "Gollum——, you won't understand, height is not a problem, I really like her......"

The grunt was an intermittent sound of drinking, and it was clear that he was not emotionally unstable.

Yu Ran'er pricked up her ears and listened carefully, and when she heard the key point, her voice stopped abruptly.

This feeling is like the beginning of the broken chapter, when the author breaks the chapter at the end of the chapter, and it is refreshing to watch it - click!

It's broken there, and people can't stop it.

There was more than one person who was as uncomfortable as Yu Ran'er, and the girls at the whole table did not speak, and they were quietly listening to the gossip and interesting stories at the next table.

A table of people turned their heads to look, and found that the goods were actually drunk and fainted, with their heads lying on the table.

Yu Ran'er a table of people: "......"

……

There were only four bottles of wine on the food table, and after the defendant Bai Boy drank it all, the boys were not enough, so they called the waiters.

From time to time, the sound of calling for wine rang out in the hall, and waiters shuttled through it, bringing in drinks.

Many of the girls didn't plan to drink, but after the incident around Yu Ran'er, there was also a person at this table who started drinking.

The drinker is the literary and artistic committee member of this class - Chen Meng!

Looking over the large round table, you can see that the literary committee member is wearing a loose and simple warm yellow T-shirt, tied in a single ponytail, the bangs are very beautifully trimmed, and the face has become white and ruddy due to the addition of alcohol.

She took a sip, and the clarity in her eyes faded.

Chen Meng usually seems very quiet, keen on music, has presided over various singing activities in the class, and has also sung on the school stage, has a good relationship with every girl in the class, and also has a good reputation in the boy group.

"Yuanyuan, do you usually drink alcohol?" Yu Ran'er saw the literary girl Chen Meng drinking, and couldn't help asking.

In Yu Ran'er's concept, most of the people who drink are boys, and girls rarely drink, and those who can drink are mostly bold people, or they may be depressed.

Yu Ran'er suspected that the literary and art committee failed miserably in the college entrance examination, so he used alcohol to numb his nerves.

Su Yuanyuan was more lively than Yu Ran'er in the class, and he knew a little more about the situation, and when he heard Yu Ran'er's question, he shook his head and said:

"I don't know if she likes to drink or not, but I forgot to tell you that she's the one at this table without a dress."

Yu Ran'er's eyes were full of doubts, what does not wearing a skirt have to do with drinking?

Su Yuanyuan explained: "If you don't have a sweetheart, you should be depressed in your heart." ”

The literary and artistic committee has good facial features, white and tender skin, and is 1.65 meters tall, she can be called a high-value girl, and it is hard to imagine why she has no boyfriend.

The explanation of not having a sweetheart is a bit far-fetched, and whispering about others is not good after all.

Yu Ran'er subconsciously turned the spearhead to Yuanyuan and asked, "Then you wear a small skirt, which means that you also have a sweetheart?" ”

When Su Yuanyuan heard this, he shook his head and said, "The skirt is cute and beautiful, who doesn't want to wear it." ”

Yu Ran'er wanted to say that Su Yuanyuan didn't say that just now, but Yu Ran'er opened her mouth and couldn't find a reason to refute Su Yuanyuan.

After all, wearing a skirt is indeed a pursuit of beauty.

At this time, the younger sister interjected into the conversation between the two.

"There's no one to confess up there, let's go, let's go up and sing!" Yu Qian looked at the empty stage, her eyes were bright.

It was originally a stage for confession to the Holy Land, but no one went up at this time.

"I'm going to sing on stage too!" Su Yuanyuan followed.

"Anyone who can sing can come along." Yu Qian said the title of the song.

When the girls at a table heard "The Days of Jingcheng East Road", two girls immediately responded.

"Me!"

"Add me!" The literary and art committee blushed and raised his hand.

"Chen Meng, you seem to be drunk, can you keep singing?"

Yu Qian looked at the literary and artistic commissioner, the latter's face was extremely red, and his eyes were erratic, which was a manifestation of his inability to drink.

Yu Qian knew that singing was a hobby of the Literature and Art Committee, and she respected Chen Meng's decision, provided that Chen Meng would not suddenly get drunk.

"It's okay, I'm sober, I feel better than ever, I can definitely sing, and it's a super level performance!"

Chen Meng shook his head, stood up and walked straight, his eyes were a little blurry, but his steps were not chaotic, and it was no problem to walk ten steps in a straight line, and there was no sign of fainting.

Seeing this, Yu Qian agreed.

"Wait, I'll borrow something." The literary and art committee member blushed, quickly plunged into the crowd, and disappeared into the smoke.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw each other's doubts.

What did the Literature and Art Committee borrow from?

Two minutes later, everyone was shocked.

The literary committee borrowed a guitar from the next class.

I saw Chen Meng blushing, sending the guitar to Yu Ran'er, covering his mouth to prevent the smell of alcohol from being exposed, and said with a smile: "I won't have a chance to listen to you play the guitar in the future, I want to hear you play the guitar for the last time." ”

Yu Ran'er was very surprised, she didn't expect someone to bring a guitar to the cocktail party here.

She took the guitar, felt the heavy weight on the guitar, and her heart warmed slightly, and now the artificial accompaniment has fallen.

"Thank you."

Yu Ran'er said softly, but found that the other party's face seemed to be even redder, from the red face to the root of the ear, and even the entire ear.

I saw the literary and art committee bow his head and say, "Well......"

The voice is gentle, and the long tail note makes the scalp tingle.

“？？？”

Something seems to be wrong.

But Yu Ran'er thought about it, when the girls around her saw her for the first time, most of the girls were confused for a few seconds, so the reaction in front of her was still within the normal range.

"Come on, sing along!" Yu Ran'er smiled, took the right hand of the literary and art committee, and walked forward in small steps.

Chen Meng followed behind, raising his head slightly, as if hearing an angelic voice.

"Hmm."

No one knew that in her eyes, Yu Ran'er's whole body was shining, like stars in the night.

Yes.

She likes her.

But she didn't know.