That night, when Pei Ningle was singing in the bar, the embarrassing situation occurred for the first time that the high notes did not rise.

In the bar, the old customers who often come are quite surprised. After all, in everyone's impression, although Pei Ningle's appearance and voice are relatively immature, his singing skills have never been picky, and he has almost no slight out-of-tune. How could he make such an obvious mistake?

Fortunately, she sang the following songs smoothly and there were no problems.

After the singing, Pei Ningle bowed and walked towards the lounge next to the kitchen.

Bar owner Yan Zitao stood at the door and waited for her to come to her, then asked, "Are you not in a good mood today?"

"I'm sorry, I..." Pei Ningle didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only vaguely say, "I feel a little uncomfortable today."

Yan Zitao: "I won't ask more questions. Anyway, if you have something unhappy, you must talk to your friends and enlighten yourself."

Pei Ningle: "Well, I understand."

Yan Zitao pointed to the door behind him: "It just so happens that your best friend has arrived, so you can just chat now."

Pei Ningle: "?"

Yan Zitao left, Pei Ningle pushed open the door of the lounge with doubts. Sure enough, it was hard to say whether it was best friend or not, but it must be an acquaintance.

It was a girl who looked more mature than herself, sitting on the sofa reading a book. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she raised her head and smiled, and said hello, "Have you finished singing?"

That's Han Yixuan.

Pei Ningle closed the door, came to her, and pointed at the sofa: "Can you let me sit for a while?"

There was only one single sofa in the lounge, and I didn’t know who moved the chair away, so the only place where I could sit was occupied by Han Yixuan. Pei Ningle had been singing for so long just now, and she was not in a good mood, so she naturally needed to sit down and have a good rest. What’s more, the lounge during this period of time was originally for the resident singer in this bar.

Han Yixuan patted her thighs: "Sit here."

Pei Ningle glared at her without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, let me give you a seat..." Han Yixuan closed the book and stood up.

While sitting down on the sofa, Pei Ningle glanced at the books in Han Yixuan's hand. Well, probability statistics, like those of Wang Heng, are incomprehensible.

Han Yixuan thought about it for a while and said, "Let's talk about the main business. The text you sent me in the afternoon said that Wang Heng went to learn martial arts today and met that woman?"

Pei Ningle nodded, and the expression on his little face was quite heavy: "I brought the telescope you gave me last time today. It was very far away. I saw Wang Heng walk into the martial arts hall by himself. After more than two hours, he came out with that woman..."

"Wait a minute," Han Yixuan interrupted, "You have been waiting there? For more than two hours?"

Pei Ningle: "I'm listening to music, looking for inspiration. So my eyes can keep looking over there."

Han Yixuan imagined the scene and couldn't help but sigh: "You are really suitable to be a detective. Others will feel bored if they listen to music too much. You are fine. You can wait for more than two hours. Patience is really good..."

Pei Ningle said anxiously: "Stop talking about me, ask you the serious matter! If another king Heng suddenly brought that woman and told us that he was his girlfriend, what should we do?"

Han Yixuan was not panicked at all and asked back: "Do you think that woman may really become his girlfriend?"

"Impossible?"

"It is possible to be treated as a shield by Wang Heng, but it is impossible to really start dating, haha, it is absolutely impossible!"

While making such a conclusion, Han Yixuan's mind flashed through the details of getting along with Wang Heng before and after the college entrance examination. She had forgotten many scenes, but his shy eyes and helpless tone from the later exposure of his family background were still so clear and so real.

If he had not agreed to my confession, it would never be possible to easily confirm the relationship with other girls - Han Yixuan was very sure of this. But there was no need to tell Pei Ningle, a superficial ally, so as not to stimulate others.

So, Han Yixuan further inferred: "We can both see that the woman may like Wang Heng, but we don't know her name yet, and we don't know what is going on with her. Of course, we can't let her be presumptuous, so the most important thing now is, you should know what it is, right?"

Pei Ningle tilted his head: "Stalking that woman?"

"There is no need to follow. You obviously have a better and more efficient choice," Han Yixuan raised her index finger and gave an example. "You can ask Wang Heng directly and ask him who the woman is."

Pei Ningle frowned and said, "If you ask this directly, wouldn't he know that I've followed him?"

Han Yixuan immediately gave advice: "You can pretend to be careless. Just say that you went out to buy something. When you passed by the martial arts hall, you happened to see him and that woman! This is very simple. If he replied that he was a tutor, then you can just ask about his new job."

Pei Ningle shook his head and imagined the scene, but was still a little worried: "Ask him about his new job? Why do you ask?"

"It's very simple, you can say that..." Han Yixuan's bag was placed on the coffee table. She stuffed the textbook in, took out a pen and draft, and lie on the coffee table and started writing.

Wang Heng may have different answers, she divided three situations and matched three ways of dealing with these three possibilities. She wrote more natural lines for each option.

"So you know what to say, right?" Han Yixuan tore off the page and handed it to Pei Ningle.

Pei Ningle looked at her for a while, then suddenly put down the page, stared at her rival in love standing in front of her, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will take down Wang Heng first?"

Han Yixuan smiled and said, "I told you too. If it were Xiaole, I think it would be OK. Although it would be very sad, it would be better than other inexplicable girls..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Ningle, who was deeply moved, rushed over and hugged Han Yixuan.

"You are so kind, Xiaoxuan!"

Although it was impossible for the other party to see the expression on his face at this angle, Han Yixuan still smiled: "You are great too."

"No, I actually lied to you... My real name is not Wang Le, my name is Pei Ningle..." He said in a low voice with such guilt, Pei Ningle hugged her, buried her face deeper on her shoulders.

Han Yixuan also hugged Pei Ningle because she was slightly taller and looked like a young lady was holding her sister, as if she was deeply in love with her sister.

"It's okay, it's okay."

While talking, Han Yixuan gently patted the girl's back and suddenly felt a little guilty. Isn't she a little too scheming and honest in this way?

Moreover, she hasn't hugged others like this for a long time. Although she was not hugging the boy she liked, but was a seemingly ally and actually rival, her petite and weak body still made her feel unspeakable...
Chapter completed!