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Chapter 770 The school beauty is beautiful and fierce (13)

Song Yuchen's impression of girls is still in Jiao Didi.

Most of the shooting ranges are boys, and Song Yuchen has few opportunities to contact girls.

And his character...

It's really hard for girls to approach.

After all, Song Yuchen is actually a lunatic who plays Russian roulette if he has money, and accumulates wealth at the shooting range if he has no money.

Song Yuchen dipped the blood from Qiao Huan's wound with his index finger, "If you don't go to the infirmary, you will be really disfigured."

Qiao Huan gave him a hard look, "Go to the infirmary first!"

Song Yuchen licked the blood on his fingertips, his eyes were stained with bloodthirsty madness, "Sweet."

Qiao Huan had already turned around, so he didn't see this scene.

When we arrived at the infirmary, the school doctor gave Qiao Huan a brief treatment and said, "The wound is not deep, and there will be no scars. Don't put on makeup for a few days, and don't wet the wound."

"Okay." Qiao Huan sat opposite the school doctor and listened obediently.

She has already asked the system, and there will be no scars on her face.

That's why I'm so calm now.

"It's a pity, I can't be responsible to you anymore." Song Yuchen stood beside Qiao Huan, looked down at Qiao Huan, and said, "Compete with me. If you lose, you will be my wife."

The uncle school doctor drank wolfberry tea and observed the two of them as if watching a play.

Isn't this Qiao Huan Yan Qingrang's girlfriend?

Why did he get involved with Song Yuchen again?

Although Song Yuchen's name is peaceful, his personality and name are definitely two extremes.

Arrogant and domineering, self-willed, and often fights.

Because Song Yuchen often came to the infirmary to treat wounds after fights.

Qiao Huan looked at himself in the glasses, with a white bandage on his face, which seemed a little serious.

After hearing Song Yuchen's words, Qiao Huan raised his eyes slightly, "Sorry, I don't accept it."

"Why didn't you accept it?" Song Yuchen asked, "Is this young master not handsome enough? If you marry into the Song family, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."

"I already have a boyfriend," Qiao Huan was overwhelmed, "My boyfriend is Yan Qingrang."

At this moment, Yan Qingrang rushed into the infirmary and heard Qiao Huan's words.

"What's the matter? Is the injury serious?" Yan Qingrang ignored the other two people in the infirmary, and went straight to Qiao Huan's side, stroking the area around the bandage with his fingers, his eyes full of pity.

"It's nothing, the school doctor said there will be no scars." Qiao Huan didn't want to make trouble, got up and took Yan Qingrang's hand and walked out, saying: "Let's go, we have to compete with Song Weiqiu tonight."

"Wait." Yan Qingrang pulled Qiao Huan into his arms, looked at Song Yuchen, "You hurt Huanhuan?"

"It's just an accidental miss of the dart." Song Yuchen didn't feel guilty at all, instead he smiled uncontrollably and said, "It didn't get stuck in the forehead or the place where the heart is. Why do you care so much?"

"Song Yuchen, do you think you are right?" Yan Qing's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Everyone will make mistakes." Song Yuchen looked indifferent, and continued: "By the way, she rejected my challenge just now. If you are a man, you can accept my challenge!"

"Challenge?" Yan Qing asked the person in his arms.

"Just take her as my bet. If I win, she will be my wife." Song Yuchen's eyes gradually became crazy, "If I lose, then I will let you handle it! Hundreds of millions of debts, or being your little brother, as long as I can do it arrive."

"Absolutely not, I will never bet on Huanhuan." Yan Qingrang let go of Qiao Huan, and suddenly punched Song Yuchen hard in the face.

Song Yuchen was caught off guard, and his eye sockets turned purple.

"I'll let you off this time, stay away from my girlfriend in the future!" Yan Qingrang pulled Qiao Huan away.

Qiao Huan trotted and said, "Wait a minute, slow down, I can't keep up."

Yan Qingrang took a deep breath, slowed down his pace, looked carefully at Qiao Huan's face, and said, "You look the best no matter what, I will never abandon you."

Qiao Huan nodded.

"Cancel the match with Song Weiqiu, darts are too unsafe." Yan Qing gave way.

"It's just a small accident." As Qiao Huan said, the phone rang suddenly.

"Huh? It's Song Weiqiu's WeChat message, saying that he knows I'm injured, and tonight's game is temporarily postponed." Qiao Huan looked at Yan Qingrang, "By the way, how did you know I was injured?"

"There is a friend of mine in the shooting range. He told me when he saw you being accidentally injured by Song Yuchen's dart." Yan Qing said: "Song Yuchen has a brain problem, so don't associate with him in the future."

"Okay~" Qiao Huan smiled, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars instantly, "Didn't you bring milk tea today?"

"Buy it now." Yan Qing shook Qiao Huan's hand instead.

The intimacy between the two of them was settled without knowing when.

Qiao Huan returned to the dormitory and saw Cheng Yan writing something in front of her desk.

Hearing Qiao Huan's movement, Cheng Yan nervously closed the notebook.

Two people sleep, there are two desks, and the two originally had one desk each.

Qiao Huan looked at Cheng Yan's neat table and said nothing.

Cheng Yan hugged the notebook, lowered her head and returned to her desk.

However, when she got up, she accidentally brought down the lipstick on Qiao Huan's table.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Yan picked up the lipstick, as if she had done something wrong.

Qiao Huan asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"I, I, I, I'm fine." Cheng Yan sat at the table, found a Rubik's cube in a panic, and began to ease her emotions.

Qiao Huan glanced at her desk and found that her skin care products and cosmetics had been slightly touched.

But Cheng Yan didn't wear makeup?
What is added in it?Want to disfigure her?

Qiao Huan guessed Cheng Yan with the greatest malice.

Not so much.

"Did you touch my things?" Qiao Huan turned away his newly bought lipstick.

It's the mermaid color she likes these days.

Deathly silence.

Just when Joe fancied something to ease the atmosphere, there was a slight sob suddenly.

"You, don't cry!" Qiao Huan was at a loss, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yan turned her chair, faced Qiao Huan, and raised her eyes.

"Bai Meng is so beautiful." Cheng Yan said with low self-esteem but firmness: "I, I also want to look good.

But I don't understand anything, so I wrote down the names of your cosmetics, and I want to buy them back for use. "

Qiao Huan was helpless, "That's it?"

Cheng Yan bit her lip and nodded.

"Yanbao is actually pretty." Qiao Huan reached out and took off Cheng Yan's glasses, and praised: "Your eyes are as clear as spring water, sincere and moving."

Cheng Yan dodged her eyes in embarrassment, "You, what happened to your face?"

"I got scratched by a mentally handicapped man, it's okay." Qiao Huan said with a smile, "If you want to learn how to make up, let me teach you."

"You, aren't you going to compete with Song Weiqiu tonight?" Cheng Yan asked.

"Postponed." Qiao Huan pinched Cheng Yan's face, "President Wen will definitely not be able to look away!"

Although I don't know what kind of girl that gentle man likes.

Well, be more ladylike then?
(End of this chapter)