Turn into a lazy girl

A few minutes later.

"Brothers, I'm going to the battlefield!"

At the boy's desk on Yu Ran'er's right, a boy shouted.

The man stood up, wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, about 1.68 meters tall, with a relatively strong body, and the muscles in his arms were vaguely beautiful.

His name is Wu Yanbei. He is a top ten student in Class 3 and Class 3 of Senior High School. He usually studies very hard. There are his buddies in Class 4, so he often hangs around in the corridor of Class 4.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, and turned his eyes to the stage set up by the hotel. There were microphones and spotlights shining there. It was the focus of the audience, and it could be said that it was a must-go place for public confession.

The boy next to him cheered, his eyes full of encouragement, and the applause was endless, creating momentum for him to do his best.

Swish!

It was the behavior of the boys in class three who acted bravely for him, causing the eyes of the surrounding tables to turn to the man who was going on the road.

While everyone was watching, a girl also looked over. He took two steps and his body was shaking, as if he had noticed the gaze of a certain girl.

Wu Yanbei's footsteps stopped, her body trembled, and she looked extremely nervous.

After stopping in place for two seconds, he stepped back and said dejectedly, "Forget it, I'm still a little weak now, drink two more bottles of wine and get going."

"Woo--" There was a disdainful voice on the field.

Standing up and backing away, it's not a man.

It seems that there is such a voice.

Wu Yanbei's face turned red, and she also felt that she was stupid, so she took two steps and retreated, which was simply embarrassing.

He wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in, but his life did not start again, so he really flinched.

Thinking of this, he felt sad, picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

Gulu Gulu.

There was a sound of drinking.

"Brother, I know you are brave, but it's really a mistake to fall in love with her."

Someone stood up and shook his head to persuade, not optimistic about the boy's confession.

"Gulu Gulu—don't persuade me, I know I'm sick, but I'm willing!"

His good friend continued to persuade: "But that girl is too young."

"Gulu, it doesn't matter even if you call me Lolicon!"

The boy paused, then took another sip of wine, "Gulu Gulu, you won't understand, height is not a problem, I really like her..."

The grunt was the intermittent sound of drinking, and it was obvious that his mood was not stable.

Yu Ran'er pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and just when he heard the key point, the sound stopped abruptly.

This feeling is just like when the author breaks the chapter at the beginning and breaks it at the end of the chapter, when he is enjoying it—click!

It's over there, it's unstoppable.

There was more than one person who felt as uncomfortable as Yu Ran'er. The girls at the whole table were silent and were quietly listening to the gossip at the next table.

All the people at the table turned their heads to look, and found that the guy was drunk and passed out, with his head lying on the table.

Yu Ran'er was at the table: "..."

...

There were only four bottles of wine on the gourmet table. After being told that the boy drank it all, the boys thought it was not enough, so they called the waiter.

The sound of calling for wine sounded in the hall from time to time, and the waiters shuttled through it, bringing drinks.

Many girls didn't intend to drink, but after the incident happened around Yu Ran'er, someone at this table also started to drink.

The drinker was the literary and art committee member of the class——Chen Meng!

Looking over the big round table, you can see that the literary and art committee member is wearing a loose and simple warm yellow T-shirt with a single ponytail. His bangs are very well trimmed, and his face has become white, tender and rosy due to the addition of alcohol.

She took a sip of the drink, and the clearness in her eyes gradually faded away.

Chen Meng usually looks very quiet, passionate about music, and has hosted various singing activities in the class.

I also sang on the stage of the school, and I have a good relationship with every girl in the class, and I also have a good reputation among the boys.

"Yuanyuan, does the literary and art committee usually drink?" Yu Ran'er couldn't help asking when she saw the literary girl Chen Meng drinking.

In Yu Ran'er's view, most of the people who drink are boys, and girls rarely drink. Those who can drink are mostly bold people, and they may be depressed people.

Yu Ran'er suspected that the literary and art committee failed in the college entrance examination, so he used alcohol to numb his nerves.

Su Yuanyuan was more lively than Yu Ran'er in the class, and knew a little more about the situation. Hearing Yu Ran'er's question, she shook her head and said:

"I don't know if she likes to drink or not, but I forgot to tell you that she is the one at this table without a skirt."

Yu Ran'er's eyes were full of doubts. What does not wearing a skirt have to do with drinking?

Su Yuanyuan explained: "If you don't have a sweetheart, you must be depressed."

The literary and art committee has good features, fair skin, and a height of 1.65 meters. She can be called a good-looking girl. It's hard to imagine why she doesn't have a boyfriend.

The explanation of not having a sweetheart is a bit far-fetched, and talking about others in a low voice is not good after all.

Yu Ran'er subconsciously turned her finger on Yuanyuan, and asked, "Then you are wearing a small skirt, which means you also have a sweetheart?"

Su Yuanyuan shook her head when she heard the words, "The skirt is cute and beautiful, who wouldn't want to wear it."

Yu Ran'er wanted to say that's not what Su Yuanyuan said just now, but Yu Ran'er opened her mouth and couldn't find a reason to refute Su Yuanyuan.

After all, wearing a skirt is indeed a pursuit of beauty.

At this time, the younger sister intervened in the conversation between the two.

"There are no confessors up there, let's go up and sing!" Yu Qian looked at the empty stage with bright eyes.

It was originally the stage of the Holy Land of Confessions, but no one went up at this time.

"I want to sing on stage too!" Su Yuanyuan followed.

"Anyone who can sing can follow." Yu Qian said the title of the song.

When the girls at a table heard "Days on East Jingcheng Road", two girls immediately responded.

"I!"

"Add me!" The literary and art committee blushed and raised their hands.

"Chen Meng, you seem to be drunk, can you keep singing?"

Yu Qian looked at the literary and art committee member, the latter's face was extremely red, and his eyes were erratic, which was a sign of being overwhelmed with alcohol.

Yu Qian knew that singing was the art committee's hobby, and she respected Chen Meng's decision, provided that Chen Meng would not suddenly get drunk.

"It's okay, I'm awake, I feel better than ever, I can definitely sing, and I perform at a super level!"

Chen Meng shook his head, stood up and walked straight, his eyes were a little blurred, but his steps were not chaotic, it was no problem to walk ten steps in a straight line, and there was no sign of fainting.

Seeing this, Yu Qian agreed.

"Wait, I'm going to borrow something." The literary and art committee blushed and quickly plunged into the crowd, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw each other's doubts.

What did the literary and art committee borrow?

After two minutes, everyone was shocked.

The art committee borrowed a guitar from the class next door.

I saw Chen Meng blushing, and brought the guitar to Yu Ran'er, covering his mouth to keep the alcohol from leaking out, and said with a smile: "I won't have the chance to listen to you play the guitar in the future, I want to hear you play for the last time."

Yu Ran'er was very surprised, she didn't expect someone here to bring a guitar to the reception.

She took the guitar, felt the heavy weight on the guitar, and felt a little warm in her heart, and now the artificial accompaniment was settled.

"Thanks."

Yu Ran'er said softly, but found that the other party's face seemed to be even redder, from the cheek to the ear, and even the whole ear.

The art committee member bowed his head and said, "Well..."

The voice is very gentle, and the long tail makes the scalp tingle.

"???"

There seems to be something wrong.

But Yu Ran'er thought about it. When the girls around saw her for the first time, most of them were fascinated for a few seconds, so the reaction in front of her was still within the normal range.

"Come on, let's sing together!" Yu Ran'er smiled, took the right hand of the art committee member, and walked forward in small steps.

Chen Meng followed behind, raising her head slightly, as if hearing an angelic voice.

"Um."

No one knew that in her eyes, Yu Ran'er was all shining, like stars in the dark night.

Yes.

She likes her.

But she doesn't know.