The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 777 Sports Students vs Dance Students 11

   The late-night drag racing party stared at the silver-gray sports car: "Play Fast and Furious!"

   Pei Xuyan smiled lightly and replied, "It's okay, you're not bad."

   "Drink?"

   "What wine?"

Everyone drank in the middle of the night and made a friend. Pei Xuyan could chat with anyone. He sat next to him and lit a cigarette without smoking. He quietly watched the cigarette burn out. outside the crowd.

   Later, they all went home, complaining that the family was too annoying, and rushing on the phone, Pei Xuyan saw that it would be light in two or three hours that day, so he found a small Internet cafe at the nearest place at the foot of the mountain to make do with midnight.

   Internet cafes are quite old and cramped. Many people are playing games all night, and there are swear words all around.

   Pei Xuyan frowned, picked the innermost quiet spot, put the earphones on his ears, turned on the computer, and his fingers on the mouse were frozen a little blue.

  's profile face is in the shadowy darkness, not only depressed, but always out of tune with the surrounding environment.

   After the short vacation, Qi An returned to her normal university life. Art students are never shortcuts, they are endless training every day.

   Never met Pei Xuyan again.

  When a person is too superior, everyone will instinctively distinguish him from ordinary people, looking up involuntarily, the distance is out of reach.

Qi'an occasionally hears news about Pei Xuyan from some girls, such as playing ball, running at night, training, and outside the billiard hall. These news inevitably pour into her ears in bits and pieces. It is the love of too many people.

   The most common thing to hear is someone saying: "It's a pity to have a girlfriend, alas."

  Qian recalled that day again, he said he was single.

   Of course, what Qi An never expected was that she was so embarrassed and unlucky when she saw Pei Xuyan again.

The temperature in Ningcheng fluctuates up and down in autumn. Today is a sunny day. The sky is blue and blue. Birds flutter their wings and land on the old elm tree in the school. feather.

When the    man came, he was frightened and flew away again.

  Qian was eating in the cafeteria, and there were a lot of people. Holding a plate, he struggled to squeeze through the crowd to the exit, throwing out the leftovers.

   "Fortunately, I came early!" Qi An's brows and eyes were soft and waxy, and while she was glad, she carefully held the plate, lest the oil on the plate rubbed against other people's clothes, and her heart was in her throat.

  The big screen in the center of the cafeteria was also playing a TV series. The bright sun came in from the window, and the voices were full of people.

  The girl was wearing a pink bunny hoodie today. She was white and thin. She was squeezed into a sandwich cookie and drowned in the crowd.

   Just when she was about to squeeze to the exit, and she was relieved, the phone suddenly rang.

   She subconsciously flipped through the phone from her pocket, and when she didn't pay attention, her foot directly stumbled on someone else's foot, and she stumbled forward unexpectedly!

   "Bang-" sound.

In the chaos, her nose collided with a hard male skeleton, and the pain caused her eyes to burst into tears. man in white coat.

  Everything happened so fast that it was too late to react. If you have to describe it, there are only six points.

The    soup mixed with the green rapeseed quickly penetrated the fabric, swiped across the white clothes, and then heard a clang, the vegetable plate smashed on his pair of new expensive sneakers.

   Someone screamed: "Brother Yan!"

   The originally noisy atmosphere of the cafeteria suddenly became dead silent, and countless pairs of eyes looked in this direction.

Qi'an's ears were buzzing, the bridge of her nose was aching, her hand subconsciously grabbed a support point, grabbed the man's strong arm, her breath was filled with a clean and pleasant fragrance, with a bit of refreshing mint coolness, like The smell of laundry soap.

  's vision was trapped in a square inch, facing a white dress with a hard chest.

   Maybe now… can’t call it white anymore.

   When she heard the sound of Brother Yan, she had a bad premonition in her heart, covered her nose in the penetrating low air pressure, and raised her head tremblingly.

   saw a face so deep that it could kill.

   At that moment, Qi An Xin was half cold.

   Those frivolous and good-looking peach blossom eyes in the past did not even smile at all at this moment, they turned into ice and stared at her.

   The distance is very close, but there is no ambiguous atmosphere at all.

  The girl's face was pale, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to apologize, but her mouth was sloppy, and she said subconsciously, "No, you're welcome..."

  The atmosphere was subtly still for a moment, and then there was a burst of laughter around, and the voices of discussions exploded, causing Qi'an's head to swell with blood!

  Pei Xuyan stood in the middle of the crowd, with a tall and straight body, wearing an embarrassing white coat, light gray trousers, and thin ankles, but it did not detract from his dignity, but his low body was really scary.

   He glanced down at the oily vegetable leaves on his shoes, then moved to the girl's flushed face, his temples throbbing.

  —Gentle and virtuous Teacher Qi, right? Okay, Pei Yangyu has a really good eye.

   Pei Xuyan kicked over the plate on the sneakers, making a crisp sound, and the plate rolled out several meters.

The sound of    made Qi An's body tremble violently, and then he heard him say calmly, "It's okay, it should be."

   Others don't know, but Tang Chenmao knows that sneakers are Pei Xuyan's life, especially the ones he bought new and worn for less than three days.

   will ask you if you are happy.

With a snort, Tang Chenmao covered his stomach, laughed until he couldn't stand up, and patted Pei Xuyan's shoulder: "Brother Yan, can you be gentle, do you understand Lianxiang Xiyu? You're making people cry!"

  As the perpetrator, Qi An was so embarrassed that he could not wait to find a seam to burrow in. His thin face was red and the tip of his nose was red, and he said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

   looks really like crying.

  Eyes are watery and a little pitiful.

   But Pei Xuyan couldn't bring up the feeling of pity for Xiangxiyu. He felt that he smelled like vegetable soup, and there were vegetable leaves hanging from his shoes.

   There was a lot of chatter and laughter in the ears, and many people pointed at Qi An. Those voices fell in their ears in confusion. Pei Xuyan raised his eyelids and sneered: "Have you seen enough?"

   The tone is sharp and the aura is compelling.

  The voice disappeared in an instant, no one spoke, someone came forward, bullying the soft and fearing the hard.

   The little girl was still standing there, looking at a loss.

   Pei Xuyan's face was cold, she picked up the collar on the back of her neck, and directly lifted the person up.

   His feet left the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness struck. Qi An was stunned and tried to struggle twice, but his feet couldn't reach the ground, so he was easily carried out!

   This posture is a bit suffocating, the slender fingers grasping her collar cannot be ignored, and there is a slight tingling feeling when rubbing the skin of the back of her neck.

  Qian desperately grabbed the neckline in front of him to prevent himself from being strangled, shrank his neck, didn't dare to make a sound, and closed his eyes as if dead.

   If it's a big deal, I'll be beaten up. Twenty years later, I'm still a good guy.

   (end of this chapter)