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Chapter 398: Have You Ever Asked Our Master Lu?

She didn't like boys' looks that were too creamy, which always gave people a sense of weakness, so when she suddenly saw a 'delicate' boy who called her school girl in front of her, Qiao Nian's first reaction was to frown:

"Is something wrong?"

This tone of voice is different from the delicate and soft tone of ordinary girls, it is lazily and subdued.

Hearing Wen Ziyu's heartstrings being fiddled with by an invisible hand, he could tell that the personality of the girl in front of him might be different from the ones he had met before. He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled kindly, and said shyly: "Well, you are

Students who come to participate in independent enrollment?"

Facing Qiao Nian's dark eyes like ink, he lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Sorry, I haven't seen you in school before, so I guess you are a student who came to take the exam. By the way, you

What's your name? My name is Wen Ziyu, a junior in the Department of Finance at Tsinghua University."

Qiao Nian's dark eyes were quite dry. She had been patiently listening to what he said for a long time without focusing on a single point, and she was already a little impatient.

"Is something wrong?"

Wen Ziyu himself looks in the mirror every day when he wakes up and takes a shower. He knows what his face looks like. He takes the initiative, strikes up a conversation and introduces himself enthusiastically. Unexpectedly, he hits a wall both times. This is the first time he meets

In this situation, I couldn't react for a while, so I touched the bridge of my nose and said calmly: "No, it's nothing. I just saw a junior girl standing here alone playing with her mobile phone, and I wanted to ask you if you want to visit the school. Your first

Come to Qingda University once..."

"Not interested."

Qiao Nian looked back, with a cold and lazy look on her face, still leaning there with her neck bent, as if the phone in her hand was more interesting than anything else.

Wen Ziyu stood there a little at a loss.

So cool!

He had just walked by with his friends from a distance and saw the person leaning here. His eyes lit up and he thought about coming over to ask for WeChat. Although from a distance, he could tell that Qiao Nian was not the cute type, but he was so cool.

This way, he was still not mentally prepared.

Maybe boys all have a bad nature, and the more so, the more people want to get to know her more deeply. Wen Ziyu is no exception, and he wants to keep up his good work.

"Senior sister, I..."

Halfway through his words, a voice suddenly interrupted from the right.

"Nian Nian."

Is this voice a man's?

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a handsome man in a khaki trench coat walking slowly towards this side.

Next to him was this man of the same outstanding height, with a short shaved head and a tough profile. He was holding a car key in his hand. They were both adults, in their early twenties, at least a few years older than him.

Wen Ziyu didn't care about the man holding the car keys, and was confident that he was no worse than the man holding the car keys.

His eyes were mainly focused on the lazily calling man.

He recognized the clothes on that man's body. A friend beside him had worn them once, a men's clothing brand owned by Seven.

The one on this man seems to be a global limited edition. Only one or two pieces were released in total, and the quantity is very small.

He is tall and has long legs. The sunlight leaking from the gaps between the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the school shines on the bridge of his nose. He is tall and charming.

Really stunning!

Wen Ziyu was still standing there, but he felt like a man was ashamed of himself.

He clenched his fists at his sides and saw the two of them walking directly towards the 'school girl' whom he had just wanted to chat up but was rejected.

Ye Wangchuan walked over and took her schoolbag in his hand. He half-closed his eyelashes, his eyes were deep, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said in a familiar tone: "You've been waiting for a long time?"

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