As the process progressed, it was already time for the outstanding graduates to give speeches, and the outstanding graduate on Mu Yichen’s shoulder had already played several rounds of games with Duke Zhou^[1]God of Dreams.

Mu Yichen turned his head carefully, without disturbing Shen Zhaozhao, and shook Shen Yiyan down.

Shen Yiyan suddenly woke up and muttered, “What’s going on? Is there an earthquake?”

“Keep your voice down, Zhao Zhao is still sleeping,” Mu Yichen quickly pushed him, “It’s your turn to speak on stage, hurry up and leave.”

This little action woke up Shen Zhaozhao. Shen Zhaozhao stretched and changed her posture. “I didn’t press you just now, did I?”

[It’s a sin. I actually slept with the ML. He won’t bear a grudge and take revenge on me later, right? ]

Shen Yiyan, who was waiting in the audience, quickly stretched his head to look at the audience. What kind of lewd words were these!
“It’s okay.” Mu Yi shook his head. The dim light blurred his face. Shen Zhaozhao felt a little sorry.

[If I make the male lead sick while sleeping with him, I will never forgive myself. ]

When Shen Yiyan went on stage, he was so shocked that he tripped over his left foot and fell flat on his face. The senior student behind him helped him up.

After coming on stage, Shen Yiyan cast his sharp eyes on the seats for his family members, trying to see them clearly.

Shen Ningle quietly took out a long object. Shen Zhaozhao was puzzled: “Where did you get it? What is this?”

Shen Ningle quietly moved to the side of Shen Zhaozhao, away from the suffocating atmosphere next to her: “My surprise for Brother Yan, the light stick I just got, the customized plus version.”

Proud Shen Ningle held up this surprise and turned on the switch underneath.

The colorful lights went straight into Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes.

[My 24k pure gold dog eyes! ] Shen Zhaozhao quickly closed her eyes to protect the fragile window of her soul.

Mu Yichen reached out his hand quickly, but Shen Ningle was separated from him by Shen Zhaozhao, so his body inevitably touched Shen Zhaozhao, and at some angles, it even looked like he was lowering his head to kiss Shen Zhaozhao.

“Mu Yichen, what are you doing!”

Sharp and piercing electronic noise mixed with angry shouts came from Shen Yiyan who had just picked up the microphone.

Mu Yichen’s body trembled. He was about to press the close button, but he pressed the more options next to it.

The next second, a few big words appeared above their heads: Shen Yiyan, you are the fattest!

The big words in a circle kept flashing. Mu Yichen took a deep breath and finally turned off the thing that was killing him.

“What’s wrong with that word of yours?” Shen Zhaozhao’s focus was always strange. She squinted her eyes and adjusted herself before asking.

Shen Ningle blinked stupidly. The close-range attack just now swept her indiscriminately: “I said it in voice, with a bit of an accent, Brother Yan won’t kill me, right?”

As Shen Ningle said this, she shrank her neck and felt a chill on her neck.

Shen Yiyan’s big toe on the stage has already done a big project, and a polite smile is his cultivation.

Good job, all of them are good.

Mu Yichen sat back in his seat and looked into Shen Zhaozhao’s eyes: “Your eyes weren’t dazzled, were they?”

Shen Zhaozhao shook her head.

[I’m fine. The one who’s in trouble is that unlucky Shen Yiyan.]

Shen Yiyan on the stage looked in perfect condition, and even jokingly avoided the initial shouting.

“Student Mu Yichen is the top scholar in City A. We can ask him what he did to become the pride of City A…”

But the man had been gone for quite some time.

[My poor… destined to be alone… short-lived, unlucky brother…]

Shen Zhaozhao sighed every day.

After finishing his speech, Shen Yiyan walked off the stage almost in unison, ran back to his seat, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: “The company still needs me to shine, let’s go back later.”

Shen Zhaozhao suppressed her laughter: “Okay.”

[My poor…]

Shen Yiyan wanted to cry but had no tears. In the dim light, he seemed to hear discussions behind him.

“Is Shen Yiyan the handsome guy on the stage just now?”

“He is handsome, but he seems to be a little bit mentally unstable.”

“…”

Give me back my handsome image! Shen Yiyan shouted silently, staring at Shen Ningle angrily, wishing he could stare a hole in her.

Feeling Shen Yiyan’s condemning gaze, Shen Ningle smiled flatteringly: “Brother Yan is the best!”

Shen Yiyan took a deep breath. Shen Ningle was usually well-educated and looked quiet. “How did you come up with this… genius idea?”

“Right, if it weren’t for the accident, Brother Yan, you would definitely be the brightest star on the field!” Shen Ning was happy to see that the results of her labor were recognized, and said excitedly.

Shen Yiyan clenched his fists, a falling star.

If she really succeeded, he could just move to another Earth.

But he couldn’t do anything to a little girl like Shen Ningle, so he could only swallow his anger.

Several people left this “place of trouble” early, except for Shen Yiyan.

The air outside was fresh, and Shen Yiyan felt like he was alive again.

“Mr. Shen.” The tall and strong bodyguard had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Shen Yiyan’s heart, which had just come back to life, was wilted again, like a dying quail.

“I’ll go by myself!” This was Shen Yiyan’s last stubbornness, and his lonely back revealed a sense of depression.

[My poor…]

Shen Yiyan’s heart was filled with tears. Stop reading…

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Shen Zhaozhao withdrew her gaze and shuddered. Before she could rub her hands, she felt a weight on her shoulders. Mu Yichen took off his coat and put it on her.

“Let’s go back first?”

The warmth comes with a woody scent, and the cool breeze is blocked out.

Pinching the corner of his coat, Shen Zhaozhao sniffed and nodded.

Mu Yichen stood tall and slender under the streetlight, the warm light lengthened his shadow, his nostrils hummed, and there was a scent of Mu Yichen on his clothes, this scent was like a gust of wind that surrounded her tightly.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Mu Yichen sent a message to Lao Li: “It’s not cold.”

Shen Zhaozhao kicked the stones at her feet, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shen Ningle wanted to stay overnight, so Jiang Yuyu went back to the dormitory with her. Without the loudspeaker, the air became quiet.

“Look at Mu Yichen, he’s such a gentleman.” When Shen Ningle was leaving, she cared more about manners than temperature. She wore a short suspender skirt and had never anticipated the temperature difference between day and night.

Jiang Yuyu snorted coldly, and a scent of ink mixed with darkness surrounded Shen Ningle. Jiang Yuyu threw the clothes on Shen Ningle’s head casually: “Don’t thank me, I’m just a legend.”

Shen Ningle’s eyes went dark, and she pulled off her clothes and wrapped them around her body. She gritted her teeth and said, “What a hypocrite! You even have to wear a fancy ink scent.”

She took two or three steps forward and winked at Jiang Yuyu gossipingly: “Speaking of which, are you pursuing Sister Zhao Zhao?”