(MTL)Take the female supporting script at the Shura Field

Chapter 31

    "He, he's sick and can't drink milk tea. "Lin Qingyan said nonsense.

    Sure enough, although Wu Zhou had a cold face, he still went out obediently, and finally sent a message asking Lin Qingyan what he liked to drink.

    When he was about to go back to the auditorium, the party was about to start. Wu Zhou looked at Lin Qingyan who was alive and well and asked more than once, "I'll take you home, what dance are you doing?"

    Lin Qingyan shook his head, "It's ready, the doctor is good. The

    mentioned doctor kindly reminded them after sending them out, "Be careful when you walk in the future."

    "I will watch her next time." Wu Zhou followed Lin Qingyan step by step with two cups of milk tea.

    The evening wind is picking up, and sure enough, it's getting colder. Tonight, the stars are all over the sky, and even the road with photos is much brighter.

    When he entered the auditorium, he was taken to his own class by the student union. Wu Zhou handed Lin Qingyan's milk tea to her with a dark face before leaving.

    The tentacles were already cold, so Lin Qingyan went back to his seat without thinking much. The seating position is similar to the class seat, and Jiang Xian waited there early.

    "It's cold outside, let someone buy what you want to buy next time." Jiang Xian's expression seemed bright or dark under the high light.

    "Bring it for you." Lin Qingyan hummed and handed it to him.

    "Me," Jiang Xian didn't take it without saying the word "no drink". "You drink."

    "I've already drank it."

    Jiang Xian couldn't help but struggled a little and took the milk tea. "Thank you, thank you."

    "It's okay."

    At this time, the principal was speaking on the stage, and the students below were quiet a lot. Most of them were drinking milk tea and eating snacks.

    Jiang Xian grasped the cold milk tea, feeling that his fingertips were soaked into a little. Just glanced at Lin Qingyan's profile, and tore open the straw to drink.

    When the principal finished speaking and said that he could go to the second floor to officially start the party, Jiang Xian's face turned pale, his lips were extremely shallow, and there was sweat on his forehead.

    "Someone is looking for me, I'll go out." Resisting the discomfort in his stomach, Jiang Xian spoke in a low voice.

    Then he walked towards the east side of the corridor with half a cup of milk tea left.

    Lin Qingyan still hadn't seen Jiang Xian who came back until the first dance at the beginning of the ball.

    At this time, Wu Zhou put his hand in front of her, and his fingertips moved involuntarily: "Don't look at others."

    "I will definitely dress solemnly at the next dance." Wu Zhou repeated it more than once when dancing with Lin Qingyan.

    Lin Qingyan casually hummed, not thinking how the other party was wearing, but it just didn't match his own dress.

    Noble and restrained court skirts and basketball team T-shirts, how strange it is.

    The palms of the hands can feel the temperature of the other party and the heartbeat that is easy to ignore. Wu Zhou Xu's hand on Lin Qingyan's waist was a little numb, because he tried so hard and didn't focus.

    The ambient lights on the roof illuminated almost all the corners, and even Wuzhou's irritability in the past was illuminated.

    Wu Zhou looked down at Lin Qingyan, drawing from between his eyebrows to the tip of his nose.

    "Ding, favorability +3, update the label: not bad."

    Thinking hard about this unknown label, Lin Qingyan received the advanced version of "Personal Preferences".

    After unlocking this skill with 40 favorability points, after every ten favorability

    points, the Wuzhou column of "Personal Preferences" will be updated with one more wine tasting.

    Lin Qingyan adhered to the idea of ​​asking if he didn't understand, and raised his head just to meet his eyes. "What do you mean by being

    good?" "Do you think I'm good?" Wu Zhou didn't respond, smiling like a...normal student.

    "Yes."

    Wuzhou nodded and pondered: "Then do you admire me very much?"

    Lin Qingyan thought about the opponent's future strength in the plot, and frowned and admitted: "A little bit."

    Wuzhou nodded clearly, and was silent for a while. Then he replied, "Just appreciate me a little more in the future." After

    the record on the gramophone was turned, the dance floor suddenly became restless again, and now it was time to change a group of people.

    Wu Zhou gently loosened his hands and said unnaturally, "This dance is very early, and the results haven't come out yet.

    " what.

    "So the betting contract is still up for grabs, I'll ask you." Wu Zhou got up and went to the other side, as if he was going to bully people.

    The auditorium has two floors, the first floor is a solemn and neat conference hall, and the first floor is a standard ballroom.

    There were several solo guards on the first floor, Jiang Xian couldn't help retching after entering. Holding the mirror weakly with his hands, he looked at his red eyes in the mirror and was in a complicated mood.

    On the one hand, I can only comfort myself that I will always be like this after taking too much medicine, and on the other hand, I gasp for breath.

    His stomach was burning with anxiety, and his throat was uncomfortably dry. Jiang Xian laboriously turned on the faucet to make a sound, so that people passing by outside the door could not hear his embarrassed voice.

    The author has something to say:

    Jiang Xian is really pitiful, this little thing