Chapter 70
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"Shi Yao, I … I like you. Can … can you be my girlfriend?"
As soon as Han Jing said those words, a 'pah' sounded from the table in front of him. It sounded like a pair of chopsticks had fallen to the ground.
Han Jing instinctively turned to look at the source of the sound, but due to the green vine, he wasn't able to see anything at all.
His mind was completely focused on Shi Yao, so he didn't pay too much attention to the noise. Soon, he turned his gaze back to Shi Yao's face.
It was hard to tell if the young lady had been startled by his sudden confession, but she stopped eating and stared at him with widened eyes.
Back then, it was precisely those large eyes of hers that seemed to be able to speak to him that stole his soul away. Now that she was looking at him in such a manner, his heart couldn't help but race, and he even forgot about the script he had prepared earlier.
But he had already mustered up the courage to confess, so he couldn't just give up halfway …
Han Jing tried his best to calm himself down before speaking once more, "Shi Yao, I'm serious. From the first time I saw you last year, I …"
Halfway through Han Jing's words, a series of ear-piercing sounds of chairs rubbing against the floor sounded.
Han Jing's words froze for a moment. He took a closer look, and it was still the table right in front of him.
Han Jing frowned. When the noise finally died down, he looked at Shi Yao once more and continued, "… I like …"
Before he could finish the word 'you', a song suddenly sounded — "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness".
Once again, the music came from the table right in front of him.
"…" Han Jing was rendered speechless for a long time. It wasn't until the song in front of him finally stopped that he moved his lips once more.
This time, before he could say a single word, the song in front of him had already changed — "Break up should be dignified, no one should say sorry".
The heck, is there something wrong with this? I just wanted to confess properly, so why is the table in front of me so dramatic?
It's one thing for them to be dramatic, but why are there so many depressing songs?
Han Jing took a deep breath as he repeatedly told himself not to be distracted by the outside world.
It wasn't easy for him to calm down, but just as he was about to speak once more, Shi Yao suddenly put down her chopsticks and said with a serious expression, "Senior Han, I'm sorry. In my heart, I've always treated you as my senior."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee …"
At the table behind him, a second ago, there was still a decent table, and in the next second, the music was incomparably joyous.
Shi Yao instinctively glanced behind her before turning around to look at Han Jing apologetically, "So, Senior Han, I really can't agree to your request."
Han Jing lowered his head with a sorrowful look on his face. It took a long while before he finally raised his head and squeezed out a smile, "It's alright, Shi Yao."
As his voice fell, the music in front of him changed again.
"In the cool night, my longing for you turned into a river, turning into spring mud to protect me —"
Shi Yao didn't know how she should respond to Han Jing's singing, so she fell silent.
Some time later, Shi Yao raised her head to look at Han Jing.
He looked out of the window with a normal expression.
But they couldn't just sit there and do nothing, right? She had rejected his confession, so did that mean that she was …
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