Ji Shaoqiang's favor: National school grass please keep a low profile

Chapter 86 096 A certain guy surnamed Xiao is going to cheat

Ren Gaohan was originally out of concern for his friends.

But he didn't want that as soon as he said these words, the expression of the person opposite would fade away, and in the end he was expressionless and cold enough.

"Why, do you mind this kind of thing?"

Mood changes are not insignificant.

Ren Gaohan was a little inexplicable.

However, seeing Xiao Yu's downcast face, he couldn't help frowning, really feeling inexplicable.

But the next moment he was relieved, anyone who was mentioned those rumors would feel bad.

So, he said softly: "No, just as a friend, I feel that you should explain the inexplicable things. It's not good to spread such things."

Not nice.

Xiao Ruo's eyes became colder and colder.

At this time, he also almost understood Ren Gaohan's attitude towards same-sex relationships.

Probably, like those people, feel sick.

Every time something like this happens, he really can't think of the group of people in the imperial enterprise.

This kind of thing will never be discriminated against by them.

He also thought that it might be because he was young at that time, and that group of people didn't understand the concept of homosexuality at all.

Because in the three years since he left there, he has received too many strange sights.

Worrying about that group of people, after knowing it, thinking of him is all disgusting and disgusting thoughts.

But only after meeting Yuan Yeyi did he understand.

After a few years, Yuan Ye saw him with the same gaze as before.

Where is not knowing, is really understanding.

He did not deny that before that, he had thought about Ren Gaohan a little bit, but it was just at the beginning of his liking.

And a certain person has no signs of alienation from him in the public opinion on the topic, which makes him ridiculously think that a certain person doesn't care about these rumors, even if he is a homosexual, he has no extreme thoughts about him.

Now, he also understood.

It's not that I don't hate it, I just don't believe it.

Xiao Yu thought it was a bit funny, Ren Gaohan's trust made him not know what to say.

"I understand." Xiao Ru curled his lips, smiling ironically.

mocking his own self-righteousness.

On the other hand, De Sheng glanced at the clock on the wall inadvertently, and didn't bother to interrupt the conversation between Ren Gaohan and Xiao Yan, so he interrupted directly: "President, it's too late now, what about the competition in class three? "

Xiao Ru, who was about to leave directly, paused for a moment after hearing the word Class Three, and then asked inadvertently, "Is it Class One and Three?"

"Yes." Desheng replied, scratching his head anxiously: "What should the president do?"

Xiao Yu became interested, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and smoothed his hair with the other: "Who is the person in charge of the third class, and how many programs are there?"

"The person in charge is...Yuan Yeyi, the show is just a drama, and there is an undecided performance position, and the performer is also Yuan Yeyi." Desheng subconsciously said.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan glanced at Desheng in surprise, and said in a questioning voice, "Are you sure? Xiao Yizi is not a person who likes to care about these things." Let alone acting.

"How could the student union make mistakes? This is the registration form handed in by the head teacher of the third class!" Desheng couldn't help retorting.

Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, looked at Desheng jokingly, and said lightly, "The first-year freshmen are passionate."

but.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he still remembered the enmity and resentment that someone from the third shift made him stand for several hours in the morning last time.

But these can all be put aside.

He's been away for so long, and he hasn't had a whole child. It's really an indescribable expectation.

Tilting his head, he thought about what Yuan Yeyi was least good at.

A certain kid surnamed Yuan, in terms of art, except for his piano and his voice, it seems that he has nothing to recommend him.

Therefore, such a person's choice of art school really made him want to scream to the sky.

He gloated for a while, then smiled at Desheng, "I know her well, I know her performances."

He paused for a moment, then said cheerfully: "Choose a court drama for a drama, a personal performance...just dance."

(End of this chapter)