However, looking at her cousin's solemn expression, she swallowed the words several times.

It wasn't until they passed the East End cafeteria that she smiled and asked him, "How about going in and getting something to eat?" ”

He still didn't speak.

Zhai Meng was in a hurry, he had never seen his cousin behave like this. Could it be that just because of that girl's refusal, he became stupid?

She wanted to test it, and twisted Li Chengbin's arm heavily, but he just turned his head sideways, or asked expressionlessly: "What are you doing?" ”

It's okay, it's okay, there's still a reaction......

Zhai Meng recited the Buddha several times in her heart, and she made a phone call in the cafeteria and asked someone to bring a set of clothes.

Li Chengbin changed into the bathroom, and when he came out again, he was obviously much refreshed.

Xiao Zhang opened his mouth wide, carrying the bag of soaked clothes, deeply regretting that he had not followed the young master all the time.

At that time, Li Chengbin got out of the car and took them all away, and he said that he would send Xue Qing'er back to the girls' dormitory.

Who would have expected that it would suddenly rain on this day, and the young master would be so wet.

After a simple meal, Zhai Meng kept holding an umbrella and sent Li Chengbin back to the boys' dormitory.

Li Chengbin didn't say thank you, and went upstairs alone.

He was denied. was rejected by the girl he had always liked.。

Did he confess too quickly? Or did he not buy some gifts, get some balloons or something to enhance the atmosphere, or was she real, really didn't like him, and was it his own wishful thinking and self-inflicted affection?

He sat at the desk and thought about it a lot, a lot, remembering the past when he used to study with Xue Qing'er, remembering that when he was in college, every time he saw her, the appearance of that little girl appeared in his mind.

******

The intramural finals of the College Student English Speech Contest are about to begin, and Xue Qinger either memorizes words or speaks English against the wall when she works in the restaurant every day.

From time to time, Justin would invite her to be a translator and come to her home.

After going back and forth, Xue Qing'er's oral English improved a lot, and during a listening class, the teacher gave a lecture on the stage, and Xue Qing'er expressed his opinion on that listening section.

As soon as Xue Qing'er opened her mouth through the headphones, the students exclaimed one by one, this English is inevitably too good, it is exactly the same as the one in the tape.

After she said briefly, the teacher paused for a moment before reacting, and then gave her a round of applause, saying that she had made great progress and that her speaking was very good.

The finals of the English Speech Contest for College Students are about to begin, and the finalists have four classes of English, one for each class, and five from the outer courtyard, a total of eleven students.

In the preliminary round that day, Hu Cancan was obviously slightly better in speaking, while Xue Qing'er's written test score was the highest.

On the first day of the finals, Xue Qing'er went to work as usual at the Sichuan restaurant, but on the way back, it was quiet all the way, and she felt that there were people behind her.

She walked through an alley and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

However, the speed of the person behind him also increased significantly, Xue Qing'er ran quickly, and the footsteps behind him became heavier and heavier.

By the time she reached a railing, the man behind her had already caught up, a hand quickly pinching her neck.

Xue Qing'er's eyes widened, looking at the man covered with a black cloth in front of him, a familiar smell came into his nose, those eyes.

"Don't move! You owe me, I want you to give me back! The man was visibly very grumpy, and his fingertips increased slightly.

Xue Qing'er was almost out of breath when she was pinched by him, her hand grabbed him tightly, her eyes widened in horror, and her throat gurgled out, but it was difficult to make a sound.

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