Chapter 160
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Song Qingchun held the dice and scanned the players around her. Then she saw the person she had been afraid to see for the past few days. The dice that she was about to throw was gripped tightly in her palm.
Su Zhinian.
He sat on her left, and Tang Nuo sat opposite her.
Tang Nuo was talking to him. Due to the noise in the room, his body leaned slightly toward Tang Nuo.
Tang Nuo was smoking. Half of his face was hidden in the cloud of smoke, but it did not affect his presence at all. He was as clean and charming as ever.
It was unclear what Tang Nuo had said that made him laugh in a low voice.
Even when Tang Nuo reached the climax of his speech, he only blinked his eyelids lightly, vividly displaying the deep and insipid aura that was unique to Tang Nuo.
The Student Council Chairperson sat beside Song Qingchun, talking on the phone. Hearing him call her 'baby' and 'sweetheart', she knew he was concerned about the young master who had just celebrated his hundredth birthday.
The Chairperson realized she had not moved for a long time, so he reached out to knock on the table before her and urged, "Qingchun, what are you waiting for? Throw the dice!"
Song Qingchun was pulled back to reality, and she smiled at the president. Tang Nuo heard her and turned his head around. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and flicked the ash lightly into the ashtray before greeting Song Qingchun with a smile, "Little Junior."
Tang Nuo was from the same year as Qin Yinan and Song Cheng. They had been basketball buddies in high school. Whenever he saw her, he would call her little junior. Even though he and Su Zhinian had failed their high school exams and were forced to stay back a year, he still called her that.
When Tang Nuo finished, Su Zhinian also turned to look at her.
Tang Nuo's words had probably put him in a good mood because his gaze was not as cold as normal. Combined with the lighting in the chess room, he looked like a gentle young master.
Even so, when Song Qingchun met his gaze, her heart squeezed. Her hand that was about to throw the dice tightened. She suppressed the anxiety in her heart and forced a smile at Tang Nuo. "Senior Tang, long time no see."
She paused for a moment before throwing the dice.
Following her movement, Su Zhinian pulled his gaze away. Even though she was trying her best to hide it, he could still see the nervousness and nervousness on her face.
Many years ago, Tang Nuo was a chatterbox. Many years later, he was still a chatterbox. The president was happy to have a son, so he drank a little too much. While playing cards, the two of them talked non-stop, and the atmosphere was quite lively.
Song Qingchun sat in the same position. To prevent herself from showing too much nervousness, she forced all her attention to focus on the game.
However, the unique scent of freshness around Su Zhinian would drift into her nostrils as he played his cards, and it caused her to be unable to calm down.
The only consolation was Song Qingchun's luck that day. Other than the two wins from Tang Nuo and Senior, she had won the rest of the rounds, and most of them were from Su Zhinian.
"Not bad, little junior. You've won eighteen rounds in a row. My relationship with the president is like a bystander!" When the new round started, Tang Nuo could not help but tease his opponent. Out of the corner of his eyes, he kept glancing at Su Zhinian.
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