Chapter 261: The old lady of Chapter 6, can't play with emotions
Situ Ming's voice on the podium spread throughout the entire venue through the microphone. It was magnetic and infectious, and really nice to listen to.
After finishing his words, Situ Ming walked off the stage with his long legs. His eyes caught a figure of someone jumping and kicking a small stone in the distance.
He let out a long sigh, handed the microphone to the person next to him, and walked through the crowd to Zhao Xiaoyue.
This scene caused dissatisfaction among all the girls. There was a lot of discussion afterwards, and the principal had to slam the table loudly to suppress the commotion.
The huge conference hall was filled with teachers and students from two schools, Yenching University and Beijing University of Science and Technology.
Zhao Xiaoyue kicked the stone to an empty corner, sat on the bench, emptying her mind and looking up at the sky.
In front of her was a huge crowd of people, cheering loudly, but in her eyes, they were as small as ants.
In the blink of an eye, the figure in front of him turned into Zhang Xiaomeng's huge face of joy, "Master, shall we buy a motorcycle?"
Or Pu Changling's stern face, "Don't try to change anything."
Or maybe the Taoist Wuyou, who looked like an immortal, shook his dustpan and said, "Dear Xiaoyue, as long as you can practice what I teach you, Master will give you an opportunity."
Zhao Xiaoyue sighed and muttered softly, "What kind of opportunity is this? It's all a lie."
Life!
Why do we have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions?
Zhao Xiaoyue!
Why are you so conceited?
If the danger could have been nipped in the bud earlier, would Meng Ge have survived?
Situ Ming walked up to Zhao Xiaoyue, reached out his hand and wiped the tears from the little girl's face with his fingertips.
"Why are you here alone?"
Zhao Xiaoyue felt the fingertips brushing across her cheek and subconsciously turned her head away, her eyes filled with strangeness and coldness.
Situ Ming's eyes were full of tenderness and doting. Feeling the little girl tilt her head, he bent down and supported the other side of her face with his other hand.
"What's going on? Who made my little moon unhappy?"
"Ahem, Brother Ming, can you please speak normally? I'm not a child."
She sniffed and said, "It's the wind that blows my tears. As the saying goes, it's called tears in the wind."
"You signed up for the 10,000-meter race?"
The little girl didn't like to show her emotions, so Situ Ming had to change the subject.
Zhao Xiaoyue hummed indifferently.
"We are going to have a basketball game with Jingnan University of Science and Technology. As my good friend, shouldn't you come and cheer for me?"
Zhao Xiaoyue turned her head and asked in confusion, "Brother Ming, can you play basketball?"
He didn't do that before, but one day when he passed by the basketball court, he saw Zhao Xiaoyue lying on the iron net like a little pervert, looking through the mesh at the boys playing basketball on the court, her face was black.
Situ Ming and several classmates from the same department were preparing to go to his tutor's laboratory to discuss a topic, but now he was in no mood to do anything.
Then for several nights, someone saw the school hunk Situ Ming bringing a basketball and playing with the physical education teacher.
The physical education teacher is the head coach of the International Basketball League and comes to their school one day a week.
"I know a little."
"I never thought you, who looks so gentle and refined, could play basketball?"
There will be a cultural performance on the first day, various competitions on the second day, and a basketball friendly league on the third day.
In the morning, shorter events are carried out simultaneously to compete for the championship.
In the afternoon, there is a long event to compete for the championship.
Zhao Xiaoyue’s 10,000-meter run was the last event.
The number of participants was the largest among all the projects, about 100 people.
Zhao Xiaoyue was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, with her hair tied in a ponytail, and was stretching.
There were many boys on both sides of the track. Some were cheering, while others were holding water cups or tissues, shouting encouragement to a certain girl.
Zhao Xiaoyue felt it was very novel. She had never participated in such activities in her previous life. She always tried to finish what she needed to learn as quickly as possible, so she had no time to participate in these amateur activities.
So this time I really opened my eyes. I have never experienced a boyfriend in my previous life. I don’t know what it feels like to have a boyfriend.
Mr. Zhao has no idea what it is like to be in love! He is also a strange flower in the human world.
Zhao Xiaoyue touched her chin and asked: How about trying to have a relationship in college?
Hey--
It feels unreliable. Her mental age is now close to 60. A 60-year-old lady probably can't play with emotions.
Forget it. In her eyes, these dolls are always just dolls.
As soon as the starting gun sounded, Zhao Xiaoyue began to run slowly, thinking about random things aimlessly while running.
For example, have a love relationship!
She felt that it was unacceptable, that it was too old mentally and a bit like bullying children.
For example, starting a business!
She felt that it was unnecessary. If the battle line was stretched too long, it might even break her muscles, which would not be worth the effort.
Like participating in a competition or something?
Forget it. One has to win prizes to participate in competitions. If she wins, and she is not short of money now, then the people who are really short of money will not get any rewards and will probably be scolded to death.
Come to think of it, why has her life become like that of a salted fish who just eats and waits to die?
When did this start?
After thinking about it, eh!
Now, she can go do archaeological research!
Digging up dead bodies or something, the dead people won’t have any objections, right?
This is possible. It's decided. Isn't the head teacher going to excavate a Shangqiu tomb recently? She can sign up to participate!
Good idea, finally something to do!
Before I knew it, I heard some discussions nearby.
"Is this person bloody?"
"What's going on? Why are you running so fast?"
"Is there a ghost chasing her?"
"She was chased by the dog. She overtook everyone else!"
After thinking about this, her imagination started to run wild again.
If only she had super powers!
If only I could wave my sleeves and turn back time to a year ago!
Ugh--
It's so depressing for Zhao Xiaoyue to live!
The people around looked at the person who slowed down again as if he were a monster.
There must be something wrong. Sometimes it's as fast as the wind, and sometimes it's as slow as a snail.
It must be possessed by a ghost.
Situ Ming frowned deeply. Something was wrong with Dogtail Grass. Perhaps she had not yet gotten over the sadness of losing the driver.
There was always a woman following behind Zhao Xiaoyue, staring at the back of her head with resentment.
Situ Ming noticed this abnormal behavior, and he immediately stood up and started running in the inner circle.
As Zhao Xiaoyue was running, she glanced sideways and saw a handsome young man running after her.
I have to say, with this appearance, she is still so charming when running.
"Little brother, why are you running?"
Situ Ming: "I see other boys are running too. Look at the one in front of you, he's even handing you water!"
Zhao Xiaoyue expressed her helplessness, "He's my boyfriend, my brother!"
"Oh!"
Zhao Xiaoyue slowed down, "Oh what? How about you wait for me at the finish line?"
The two looked at each other and said, "Don't worry, I have seen all kinds of storms and waves. This is nothing!"
Situ Ming reached the finish line. Zhao Xiaoyue regretted what she said after she slapped her forehead. She was still so conceited. She had to change this bad habit.
The people following behind leisurely sneered with disdain, saying what rubbish.
Zhao Xiaoyue moved her ears, wanting to ask the lady behind her, what was wrong with her? Why was she rubbish?
With one lap left to the finish line, Zhao Xiaoyue vaguely felt something was wrong.
There is a person on the left and a person on the right with another person behind him.
what's going on?
Want to make dumplings for her?
wrong!
Oh my god!