Agent Fest

Chapter 207 Give Me Your Hand

As soon as Qing Ge got out of Lance's car, she saw this scene from a distance.

The boy in the dark blue T-shirt stood helplessly in the pool, and the sprayed fountain water slapped his face and body indiscriminately.

But the boy's expression is firm and his back is straight. Even if he looks like this, he can still feel the spirit of not admitting defeat exuded by him.

Qing Ge's heart suddenly prickled.

The scene of that year seemed to emerge in front of her eyes.

That year, when she first entered the base, she cried and refused to train because she missed her family and her parents.

The base is full of ruthless people, how could they look sideways because of Qing Ge's crying.

Well, if you don't train, then don't eat.

Loves to cry, loves to make noise, and will automatically stop when there is no strength.

At that time, Xiao Qingge stood straight on the square, staring in the direction of home.

The vicious scorching sun scorched everything on the earth, and Xiao Qingge was crumbling under the scorching sun.

Even so, she still managed not to faint.

Because she knew that as long as she fainted, she would show weakness and fail.

At that time, she was like the young man in front of her at this moment, with stubborn and determined eyes, her little back straightened, and she stubbornly believed that as long as she survived, she would be able to see her parents again.

Qing Ge lowered her eyes, covering up the tears in her eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, it was Qing Ge whose eyes were indifferent and cold.

She lifted her legs and walked towards the boy. Lance followed her and muttered, "It's really strange. Isn't the Chinese Bridge competition starting next Monday? Why are almost all the contestants here today?"

When he approached Qing Ge, he realized that the boy's pupils were actually blue.

It was a mixed race.

Looking at his appearance again, Qing Ge felt a strange feeling in his heart.

But why she felt weird, she couldn't explain why.

Inexplicably weird, inexplicably...felt wanting to be close.

This time, Qing Ge's actions were faster than her thoughts. She had already walked to the edge of the fountain and extended her hand to Myron before she had considered whether to lend a helping hand.

"Although it's summer now, you'll catch a cold if you do this." A voice as cool as mint rang in Myron's ear.

He looked over.

A girl in a white cotton skirt was looking at him with a half-smile, her tender palms facing him upwards.

Under the bright sunlight, the girl's face was set off like the purest white cloud in the sky. It was indescribably beautiful and elegant, with a light fragrance like a chrysanthemum, and it was absolutely gorgeous.She raised her neck slightly, her fair neck was slender and graceful, and her skin was as radiant as snow.A pair of dazzling and clear eyes like black jewels are inlaid on a white face like jade, and a few mischievous black hairs hang down from the ears.

Myron was almost dumbfounded.

Qing Ge's lips curved slightly, and then he moved his palm forward.

For some reason, she showed unprecedented patience with Myron, a stranger.

The fountain water hit Qing Ge's white and smooth palm mercilessly, and Myron felt that her already fair hand seemed to be two points whiter.

Myron raised his eyes, and a pair of ice blue eyes met her bright black eyes.

By coincidence, Myron put his cold water-soaked hand on Qing Ge's palm.

A warm feeling quickly spread from Qing Ge's palm to Myron's limbs, not only warming his hands, but also warming his heart that has been stiff all year round.

Qing Ge pulled Myron out of the pool.

(End of this chapter)