"Shi Yao, I'...... I like you, you ...... Can you be my girlfriend? ”

As Han Jing's voice settled, there was a "pop" sound from the table in front of him, and it was suspected that chopsticks had fallen to the ground.

Han Jing instinctively glanced at the source of the sound, but because it was blocked by the pothos, he didn't see anything.

With all his thoughts on Shi Yao, he didn't pay much attention to the noise, and soon his eyes fell on Shi Yao's face again.

The girl didn't know if she was frightened by the sudden confession he had just made, so she stopped eating and looked at him with wide eyes.

At the beginning, he was robbed of his soul by her big eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and now she looked at him like this, which made his heartbeat involuntarily accelerate, and even forgot all about the abdominal draft he had just typed.

But he mustered up the courage to confess, he couldn't just give up halfway......

Han Jing tried hard to stabilize his mind, and opened his mouth again: "Shi Yao, I'm serious, I ...... from the first time I saw you last year."

As soon as Han Jing was halfway through his words, a series of shrill sounds came from the chair rubbing against the ground.

Han Jing's words were affected, and he deliberately paid attention to it, it was still the table in front of him.

Han Jing frowned, and after the noise disappeared, he looked at Shi Yao again and continued with what he had just said, "...... Just loved ......."

Before the word "you" could be spoken, a singing voice came - "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness".

Music came from the table still directly in front of it.

"......" Han Jing was choked and silent for a long time, and he didn't move his lips again until the repeated song in front of him stopped.

This time he didn't even say a word, and the singing voice changed directly in front of him - "The breakup should be decent, and no one should say sorry".

it, it's toxic, right? He just wanted to confess, why are there so many scenes at the table in front of him?

Even if there are too many plays, why do you put so many depressing songs?

Han Jing secretly took a deep breath, and kept telling himself repeatedly in his heart not to be disturbed by the outside world.

When he finally calmed down and was about to speak again, Shi Yao, who was sitting in front of him, put down the chopsticks in his hand and opened his mouth with a serious expression: "Senior Han, I'm sorry, in my heart, I have always just treated you as a senior." ”

"Hee, hee, he......e, he

The table behind him was still decent one second, and the music was extremely joyful the next.

Shi Yao instinctively glanced back, then turned around and continued to say to Han Jing with an apologetic expression: "So, Senior Han, I really can't promise you. ”

Han Jing lowered his head sadly, and after a long while, he raised his head and squeezed out a smile at Shi Yao: "It's okay, Shi Yao." ”

As his voice settled, the song was cut again in front of him.

"The cool night is a river of thoughts for you, turning into spring mud to protect me-"

In the singing, Shi Yao didn't know how to return to Han Jing, so she simply fell silent.

After I don't know how long, Shi Yao glanced up at Han Jing.

He looked out the window, his face was normal.

But they can't just sit dry all the time, can they? She rejected his confession, so is she ......

Shi Yao glanced at a table of food that had barely been touched, struggled for a while, and spoke again: "That, Senior Han, I, can I continue to eat?" ”