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Chapter 840 Sports Students vs. Dance Students 72

Chapter 840 Sports Students vs Dance Students 72

"An'an, come here quickly." Shao Xianglu hurriedly hung up the phone.

It was extremely quiet in the private room, so the voice on the phone could be heard clearly.

Qi'an clutched the phone, her finger bones turning white.

He said nothing and looked at her with eyes full of scrutiny, even judgment. Qi An was filled with sadness.

Such an environment, such an atmosphere, was too decadent and unconscious, and he was in it.

His temperament of loneliness, impatience, and desires, which he had restrained in school, were now clearly revealed in his presence, like a kind of spiritual poison that led to addiction and addiction.

"Pei Xuyan, can I go over first? We'll talk later if we have anything to say..."

Qi'an's voice became hoarse.

The laughter fell away, without emotion.

Whether he was laughing at her or whether he thought her words were ridiculous, Qi'an didn't know. She only felt ridiculed and stood stiffly on the spot. The light was so harsh that she couldn't open her eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly.

When Pei Xuyan heard this sentence, he had a feeling that it was indeed the case. Is it surprising? Not much. To say disappointed, yes.

It felt like there was a fire burning in my heart, it was very strong, and then someone suddenly poured a basin of cold water on it. The flame that had been growing also cooled down and turned into ashes, which was a life-threatening discomfort.

"no."

He gave her the answer word for word.

"The person is not dead yet, why are you rushing to attend the funeral?"

This sentence made Qi'an look at him in disbelief. She was stunned for a long time, as if she couldn't believe that he could say such a thing.

"What are you talking about?"

Her emotions were about to explode, and her mind was in a mess and entangled with threads. The more she unraveled, the more confused she became. In the end, she couldn't tell where the threads were, and her voice trembled because of the collapse.

"Can you stop going your own way all the time? Is it hard to respect the people around me?!"

"You want me to respect him?!" Pei Xuyan's voice was even more unbelievable.

"You hit him once at school, and then you rushed into your house and beat him. Isn't that enough?! Who went too far!"

"Do you think I'm going too far?" he asked with a sneer.

"Yes!" Qi'an answered him fiercely.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, reaching a certain freezing point. No one spoke, and there was a stalemate.

Qi'an felt uneasy in this silence and looked at him.

Her eyes were moist and clear. Standing in the bright and colorful world, her eyes were filled with tears.

To be honest, for a moment, Pei Xuyan really wanted to have a future with her.

At least that night, when she stood downstairs in the dormitory and called his name, stuffed chestnuts into his hands and ran away like a rabbit, the dim street lights were shining and snowflakes fell on her eyelashes. At that moment, he was so good

I like her very much.

But now her words that were too much pierced his heart like a knife.

"I'm sorry..." Qi'an couldn't help but whisper. She was too impulsive just now and spoke without hesitation. She knew how disgusted Pei Xuyan was about this matter, and now she also regretted it, but the words had already been spoken and she couldn't take them back.

"You like me, right?" Pei Xuyan said suddenly, picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and poured it directly into his throat. The curve of his Adam's apple rolled sexyly. After half a minute, he finished the bottle and put it down with a bang. The back of his hand brushed his chin, "

Okay, I'll give you a chance."

The aura on his body was pungent and aggressive and could not be ignored. It penetrated directly into her breath, giving her a sense of oppression.

It was too strong and she couldn't bear it, and she actually became a little drunk.

He is the first boy Qi'an has ever seen who smokes, drinks, and gets into fights, but his smell always smells clean and is not offensive at all.

"Either follow me or him today!"

Every word cuts gold and jade, and is sharp enough to see blood.

Force her to make a choice.

Qi'an couldn't breathe, and even breathing was painful.

The long dead silence is the most embarrassing.

"Can't...can't you take a step back for me?"

Qi'an looked into his eyes, her voice choked with sobs.

His eyes were beautiful, so black that they were as black as the deep night sky. They were even more beautiful when he smiled. All kinds of affection were put into them. He used to look at her so freely and tenderly, but now they are so indifferent and unpredictable.

Until this moment, in this degenerate place, he still looked directly at her without avoiding it. Why was he so magnanimous? Why didn't he feel any guilt at all? Why did he have a clear conscience?

Is it because he is heartless, or is she missing her sincerity.

"You won't take a step back? I can keep my distance from him, and I will remember to put you first in the future. If we quarrel, I will come to you to reconcile. Then can't you just feel wronged for me once?"

She is so naive and incoherent.

But she didn't know that Qi'an, who had old grudges first, then new grudges, and kept arguing with Shao Tingbin, was the biggest black irony in all this.

The man's side face was completely hidden in the darkness, with ridged lines mixed with an inverted bone.

He didn't want to argue with her anymore, just like he didn't want to pay attention to the throbbing pain in his heart, just like having a heart attack. He had been thinking about everything these days, and he couldn't sleep until the early morning.

No matter what's going on in my heart, I won't give in even a little bit on the surface. If I can speak clearly, I'll feel empowered.

The cigarette was slowly lit, and the smell spread in his breath. Pei Xuyan took a deep breath and spit it out. It was like fire. The smoke passed through his lungs and the wine entered his throat. It was too understatement. Just three words shattered all the past: "I'm tired."

Qi'an's choked words stopped, and she suddenly became quiet. It took a long time before she asked softly: "Are we over?"

He didn't answer.

She asked again very slowly, as tamely as a snail: "So, is this how we end it?"

Those absolutely innocent days and nights, unscrupulous chatting, every class we attended together, countless walks on the playground, every look at each other, heartbeat, touch, the sight of her in his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth, the unrestrained

Waiting for her to come, there were hundreds of chat records and countless screenshots, always thinking that something would be left behind, but in the end nothing was left behind.

Doesn’t everything count?

How many times did she look into his eyes, how many times did she want to get his response, but she didn't have the courage, but she still wanted to ask him.

How could you be willing to give up?

Have you forgotten, have you forgotten, have you forgotten, have you forgotten...

She is still fantasizing.

Pei Xuyan thought for a moment and chose the most hurtful answer.

"Has it started yet?"

From the beginning to the end, he was at ease, and the initiative was always in his hands. He could flirt when he wanted, retreat when he wanted, and leave at any time without taking any responsibility.

Qi'an suddenly thought of the first time she met him. It was the day when freshmen started school and everything was unfamiliar and strange. With her longing for college, she saw him at the sign-in counter under the shade of a tree without any warning.

Looking at each other casually.

A cold smile on his face.

At that time, I never thought that I would have a story with him, or even fall in love with him.

The original conclusion has now been verified.

He really knows how to play with emotions.

If she could, she would rather choose never to know him!

At first, her face was red, but now her eyes were red, tears were falling from her face, and her chin was dripping.

When no one expected it, Qi'an picked up the wine on the table and threw it on the man's face!
Chapter completed!
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