Chapter 360: What do you think of me

Wearing a pair of oval black gold-wired half-rim glasses, strictly speaking, they are inverted half-rim glasses.

A light gray mask and a hat.

It makes people unclear about their appearance.

But...

Some things cannot be hidden.

Anting quickly noticed the guy pressing Oppai on the table, rolled his eyes, and immediately smiled.

This is a very interesting habit of Qiao Liang. When sitting, his upper body will always be close to the table, and he will even "place" it on the table to reduce the burden.

"That girl is really boring..."

The boy's smile made the other four girls feel a little distracted.

It can never be said that the sun is shining brightly, and the evil atmosphere has a different flavor.

Perhaps realizing that Anting was looking over, Qiao Liang quickly raised the menu card on the table to cover his face.

It’s a pity it’s too late.

The next second.

Anting said, "Excuse me," and walked around in a circle.

Because Qiao Liang wanted to avoid looking at each other, he lost his vision for a while, put down the menu, and looked over again, only to find that Anting was missing.

Um...person? !

Then.

It means someone covers your eyes from behind.

“555~ I have always been the only one covering other people’s eyes, who is it!?”

Hearing the indignant voice of the short-haired girl, Anting sighed and said: “Except Who else can I be?"

Between words.

The young man let go of his hand and stood behind Qiao Liang, putting his hands on her shoulders. The latter just looked up at the former.

An Ting accidentally looked at the girl's neckline, which was very deep, and her face was filled with a touch of light red. She subconsciously turned her face away and asked, "Why are you following me?"

"How can I follow you? Can't I go to the bar to drink alone?"

Anting was amused and deliberately docile, saying: "Does college life make you so depressed? You have fallen into decline. Is it to the point where I get drunk alone on Singles’ Day?”

By the way…this girl can’t drink at all.

Qiao Liang pouted and said: "There is Cantonese-style pineapple beer here, no alcohol!"

An Ting kept smiling and said: "Stop making trouble,Let's go..."

"Aren't you going to join us? ”

“No, if I want to be single, I don’t need to socialize. I can just find a girl...Besides, it would be better if I’m not around.” ”

Although there is a deep suspicion of narcissism, this is the fact.

Since Anting is so dazzling that the three people in the dormitory have no chance at all, so they should leave early. , create opportunities for them.

Besides, if Anting wants to get out of singles, he doesn’t need any friendship at all.

Qiao Liang said disdainfully: “Song Cici has always told me that you are lonely. He's a scumbag, it seems right. ”

In Song Ci and Bao Weiwei’s dictation, Anting has always been a scumbag.

“Yes, yes, I am not a good man. ”

After leaving Qingba, Anting sent a message to three people in the dormitory, saying that he felt uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to go first.

The university town was originally a place where teenagers gathered together This place is full of youthful hormones and sexual desires on weekdays; when it hits Singles’ Day, it’s even more irresistible.

The roads are very lively.

There are many couples holding hands. ;Some are the passion between brothers; some are the companionship of sisters.

Perhaps, when many people hear Singles’ Day, they first think of being single, but in fact it is not the case. The core should be loneliness...

It doesn’t have to be with your girlfriend, just someone to accompany you, as long as you are not alone.

When Anting thought of this, he had already walked under the streetlight and turned around to wait. After looking at Qiao Liang, I found that the latter was still wearing glasses, so he reached out with interest and took them off.

"Are you myopic too? "

Qiao Liang replied: "No, I just draw a lot recently and spend too much time in front of the computer. This pair of anti-blue light glasses has no prescription. "

"Oh..."

After learning that this was a pair of glasses without a prescription, Anting was still playful and put them on his face, one at a slant. He stared at the short-haired girl with his side eyes, "How? ”

It is always said that Anting is an evil person, especially when he smiles, he is even more evil, and has the aura of a villain BOSS.

This pair of glasses is quite... It suits him very well.

Use elegance to cover up gangsterism or ruffianism.

At this moment, the late autumn evening wind blew by, messy young man’s bangs and strands of hair Flowing in front of the glasses, the light is fleeting, and the eyes are deep, making people fall into trouble if they are not careful.

Qiao Liang can clearly seeI found that my heartbeat was speeding up.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in a rare moment of arrogance, "Give it back to me, don't make my glasses bigger! You big-headed guy!"

Everyone’s interpupillary distance is different, and it is indeed easy to damage other people’s glasses.

An Ting is a rich man, so he doesn’t care about a pair of glasses, but he thinks it’s funny, and will not give them back to Qiao Liang, either alive or dead, and stage a chase and slapstick scene.

After catching up, Qiao Liang simply jumped up from behind and hung on the young man's back.

Maybe... the fight was just an excuse, I just wanted to lean on his back.

"An Ting, you made me tired, you have to take responsibility! Carry me!"

"Don't say it so weird, didn't you chase me for dozens of times? Rice?"

This is the first time the boy has carried a girl with short hair on his back, and he has long been used to it.

“You just said you’ve been doing a lot of blackboard painting lately, what are you painting?”

Qiao Liang replied: “Have you forgotten? Baobao and I set up a secret base The purpose of the club is to make animations. I want to draw a story, a story about us.”

　“We are really action people.”

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Anting also joined this club, but only in name and never did anything. He was mainly busy. In addition to his studies, he was also responsible for business. How could he have time to pay attention to a club? !

Qiao Liang said distressedly: "It's not difficult for me to draw. Bao Weiwei will help me, but... the script is too bad."

Anting remembered a person. , looked up at the night sky and said: "Song Ci is very good at writing, but it's a pity that she is not here."

Song Ci is a being with the attributes of a literary girl.

Speaking of which, that person did not choose liberal arts in the end. Instead, he inherited his father's legacy and went to study science and engineering. Now he should be working in the laboratory every day.

"Well, it's a pity that Song Cici is not here."

Speaking of this, Qiao Liang suddenly noticed that the skin of his lips was cracked, and a faint feeling of pain came over him, subconsciously He let out a "hiss" sound and took a breath of cold air.

"What's wrong?"

The strange sound attracted the boy's attention, and he asked.

Qiao Liang pursed her lips and replied: "The weather is too dry, my lips are chapped."

On the road diagonally ahead, there happened to be a street lamp, and there was a street lamp under the street lamp. There was a bench. Anting walked up, placed Qiao Liang on the bench, and bent his knees., looking at the girl's lips.

It is indeed cracked.

There was a little blood.

Blood oozed from the gaping wound, and a trace of scarlet flowed along the lines of the slightly dry lips. Combined with the light under the street lamp, it looked like a blooming shezi flower.

Qiao Liang is a unique girl. This can always be seen from her tomboy hair. She doesn’t like to apply various things to her face.

Except when necessary.

It’s only late autumn now, and this girl hasn’t started using lip balm yet.

And Anting is already in use.

These habits were basically developed at the request of Song Ci.

Taking out a bottle of lip balm from his pocket, he wanted to help Qiao Liang apply it, but he thought how could he let a girl use the lip balm he had used, so he stopped.

Unexpectedly.

Qiao Liang pursed her lips, stretched out her hand, took the lip balm, applied it on her lips, and smiled silly, "We are all buddies, it doesn't matter."

The plump and moist lips gave the boy the urge to take a bite.

Just like that, the two looked at each other for a while.

In the evening breeze of late autumn, her eyes were always filled with water. The short-haired girl stared at the boy, not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly asked.

“An Ting, I’m curious about a question.”

“What are you curious about?”

“What do you think of me? ”