After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 360 What do you think of me?
Wearing a pair of oval black gold-rimmed half-rim glasses, strictly speaking, they are inverted half-rim glasses.

A light gray mask and a hat.

Makes it difficult to see clearly.

but…

Some things cannot be hidden.

Anting quickly noticed the guy pressing Oppai on the table, rolled his eyes, and immediately smiled.

This is a very interesting habit of Qiao Liang. When sitting, his upper body will always be close to the table, and he will even "place" it on the table to reduce the burden.

"That girl is really boring..."

The young man's smile actually made the other four girls feel a little distracted.

It can never be said to be sunny, and it has a different flavor if it is sinister.

Perhaps realizing that Anting was looking over, Qiao Liang quickly raised the menu card on the table to cover his face.

Too late.

next second.

Anting said "Excuse me" and walked around in a circle.

Because Qiao Liang wanted to avoid looking at each other, he lost his vision for a while, put down the menu, and looked over again, only to find that Anting was missing.

Um...people? !

then.

His eyes were covered from behind.

"555~ I am the only one who covers other people's eyes. Who is it!?"

Hearing the indignant voice of the short-haired girl, Anting sighed and said, "Who else could be there besides me?"

between words.

The young man let go of his hand and stood behind Qiao Liang, putting his hands on her shoulders. The latter just looked up at the former.

Anting accidentally looked at the girl's neckline, which was very deep, and her face turned a light red. She subconsciously turned her face away and asked, "Why are you following me?"

"How can I follow you? Can't I go to the bar to drink alone?"

Anting was amused and deliberately docile, saying: "Does college life make you so depressed? Have you reduced yourself to the point where you get drunk alone on Singles' Day?"

By the way...this girl can't drink at all.

Qiao Liang pouted and said, "There is Cantonese-style pineapple beer here, without alcohol!"

Anting kept smiling and said: "Stop making trouble, let's go..."

"Aren't you going to join forces?"

"No, if I want to be single, I don't need to socialize. I can just find a girl...Besides, it would be better if I'm not here."

Despite the deep suspicion of narcissism, this is true.

Since Anting was so dazzling that the three people in the dormitory had no chance at all, it was better to leave early to create opportunities for them.

Besides, if Anting wants to be single, he doesn't need any friendship at all.

Qiao Liang said contemptuously: "Song Cici has always told me that you are a scumbag, and it seems to be true."

According to Song Ci and Bao Weiwei's oral accounts, Anting has always been a scumbag.

"Yes, yes, I am not a good man."

After leaving Qingba, Anting sent a message to three people in the dormitory, saying that he felt uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to go first.

University towns are already a place where teenagers gather together, and they are full of youthful hormones and sexual desires on weekdays; when it comes to Singles' Day, it is even more uncontrollable.

The road was very lively.

Some are lovers holding hands; some are passionate brothers; some are sisters accompanying each other.

Perhaps when many people hear Singles’ Day, they first think of being single, but in fact this is not the case. The core thing should be loneliness...

It doesn’t have to be with your girlfriend, it’s fine as long as you have someone to accompany you and you’re not alone.

When Anting thought of this, he had already walked under the street lamp. He turned around and waited for Qiao Liang. He found that the latter was still wearing glasses, so he reached out and took them off with interest.

"Are you short-sighted too?"

Qiao Liang replied: "No, I just draw a lot recently and spend too much time in front of the computer. These are anti-blue light glasses, without prescription."

"Oh…"

After learning that this was a pair of glasses without a prescription, Anting put them on his face without losing his fun, and stared at the short-haired girl with a sideways glance, "How do you think?"

It is always said that Anting is an evil person, especially when he smiles, he is even more evil and has the aura of a villain BOSS.This pair of glasses suits him very well.

Use politeness to cover up gangsterism or ruffianism.

At this moment, the late autumn evening wind blew by, and the messy boy's bangs and strands of hair flowed in front of his glasses, glancing at him, and his eyes were deep, making people fall for him accidentally.

Qiao Liang could clearly feel that his heartbeat was accelerating.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in a rare moment of arrogance, "Give it back to me, don't make my glasses bigger! You big-headed guy!"

Everyone's interpupillary distance is different, and it is indeed easy to damage other people's glasses.

Anting was a rich man, so he didn't care about a pair of glasses, but he thought it was fun, and would not give it back to Qiao Liang, either alive or dead, and staged a chase and slapstick scene.

After catching up, Qiao Liang simply jumped up from behind and hung on the young man's back.

Maybe... the fight was just an excuse, I just wanted to lean on his back.

"An Ting, you made me tired, you have to be responsible! Carry me!"

"Don't say it so weird, didn't I just let you chase me for dozens of meters?"

This is the first time the boy has carried a short-haired girl on his back, and he has long been used to it.

"You just said you've been doing a lot of blackboard painting recently. What are you painting?"

Qiao Liang replied: "Have you forgotten? Baobao and I founded a secret base society with the purpose of making animations. I want to draw a story, a story about us."

"He is really an activist."

actually…

Anting also joined this club, but only in name and never did anything. He was mainly busy. In addition to his studies, he was also responsible for business. How could he have time to pay attention to a club? !

Qiao Liang said distressedly: "It's not difficult for me to draw. Bao Weiwei will help me, but... the script is too bad."

Anting thought of a person, looked up at the night sky, and said, "Song Ci is very good at writing, but it's a pity that she is not here."

Song Ci is a being with the attributes of a literary girl.

Speaking of which, that person did not choose liberal arts in the end, but inherited his father's legacy and went to study science and engineering. Now he should be working in the laboratory every day.

"Well, it's a pity that Song Cici is not here."

At this point, Qiao Liang suddenly noticed that the surface of his lips was cracked, and a slight pain came over him. He subconsciously let out a "hiss" and took a breath of cold air.

"What's wrong?"

The strange sound attracted the boy's attention, and he asked.

Qiao Liang pursed her lips and replied, "The weather is too dry and my lips are cracked."

There happened to be a street lamp on the road diagonally ahead, and a bench was placed under the street lamp. An Ting walked up, placed Qiao Liang on the bench, bent down and looked at the girl's lips.

It was indeed cracked.

There was a little blood.

Blood oozed from the gaping wound, and a trace of scarlet flowed along the lines of the slightly dry lips. Combined with the light under the street lamp, it looked like a blooming shezi flower.

Qiao Liang is a unique girl. This can always be seen from her tomboy hair. She doesn't like to apply various things to her face.

Except when necessary.

It's only late autumn now, and this girl hasn't started using lip balm yet.

And Anting is already using it.

These habits were basically developed at Song Ci's request.

He took out a bottle of lip balm from his pocket. He wanted to apply it on Qiao Liang, but he thought how could he let a girl use the lip balm he had used, so he stopped.

Unexpectedly.

Qiao Liang pursed her lips, stretched out her hand, took the lip balm, applied it on her lips, and said with a silly smile, "We are all buddies, it doesn't matter."

The plump and moist lips gave the boy the urge to take a bite.

Just like that, the two looked at each other for a while.

In the evening breeze of late autumn, her eyes were always filled with water. The short-haired girl stared at the boy, wondering what she was thinking, and suddenly asked.

"An Ting, I'm curious about a question."

"Curious what?"

"What do you think of me?"

(End of this chapter)