Not long after.

Start a free debate between the two sides.

Ding Zhiming actually performed very well.

He speaks clearly, has a standard Mandarin language, and speaks well, either fast or slow, and his tone is a bit ups and downs.

It feels the same as when they were in high school early reading, and it sounds very comfortable.

Ying Xi couldn't help but laughed.

He murmured in a low voice: "It feels amazing."

Beside him, Song Qianhe heard her talking to herself, bent her eyebrows, leaned into her ear, and whispered: "Student Ding Zhiming is called the Light of the Academy of Engineering. Although he is not inconsistent with the rules, he is still very handsome when discussing. Everyone says he chose the wrong major."

Just a few words.

But because of the close distance, in order not to disturb others, they are talking in a qi sound.

He accidentally touched Ying Xi's ears and felt a little intimate for no reason.

Song Qianhe himself burned his earlobe first and coughed.

Little by little, carefully retracted his head back to his original position and silently kept a distance from her.

Ying Xi was completely ignorant and nodded, and said, "It looks very handsome. Over the years, Ding Zhiming has finally been handsome."

The words have not ended.

The back of the chair was gently patted from behind.

“…”

The University of Optoelectronics and Technology is also a prestigious university. Although the ranking of universities is not as good as that of Jiangda, it is a newly built campus, and the infrastructure is much newer and much more complete than that of Jiangda. In addition to teaching buildings, dormitories, etc., two or three conference halls and auditoriums have been built.

They are now in this auditorium, which is relatively small, and they are almost the size of a stage play theater.

At the front is the stage.

The first row was four sets of tables and chairs, all of which were left to the judges.

The auditorium is full of soft backrest chairs, one by one, like a cinema, but it is still a little bit simpler than a cinema.

If someone gently pats the back of the chair, the strength can be transmitted to the back of the person in front of him.

Especially obvious.

Ying Xi felt the movement and the conditioned reflex turned his head and looked through the gaps between the two chairs.

“…Xie Caizhou?!”

She was stunned.

Why is this person still in dispersed?

This can be found here.

Xie Caizhou read out the meaning of her eyes and frowned.

I just feel that there is a breath in my chest and I can't even send it out. I have to stretch my whole heart out before I give up.

He walked around the University of Science and Technology of China, went to the badminton hall first, and then tried every means to find it. He walked too fast and was sweating profusely, and his image was all mentioned. He finally found a familiar back in such a large place, and gently changed seats with someone and sat down.

Not even able to do anything.

First, I saw Ying Xi and Song Qianhe’s intimate appearance.

In public, the two of them were almost touching each other's faces, which was simply ruining the city appearance.

Xie Caizhou was about to reach out and stop him.

Next second.

I heard Ying Xi praise others for being handsome.

“…”

Where is the handsome?

What's the use of being flirted with your mouth?

He was so angry that he pushed her back, trying to explain to her.

Ying Xi didn't know what psychological activities he, the eldest young master, had, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Thinking of Xie Caizhou's most important face on weekdays.

It is bound to be impossible to do anything extreme in public view.

She calmed down her expression and said lightly: "Xie Caizhou, you are here as soon as you come. Have some quality, don't influence others."

After saying that, he turned his head back simply.

Focus on the stage and ignore him again.

Xie Caizhou: “…”

Five minutes.

On stage, the debate competition has already begun to be the summary of the four debates.

Xie Caizhou didn't say anything behind him, quietly.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was thrown over and it fell accurately on Ying Xi's arm.

Ying Xi didn't want to see it, but she was afraid that he would continue to harass her.

I had to pick it up and glance at it.

Xie Caizhou's handwriting is indeed quite beautiful.

It can be called romantic and elegant, and it looks like a face when you see the words.

At this moment, I don’t know where he found paper and pen, and hurriedly wrote a sentence on the ragged note: [Xixi, do you think it’s handsome to debate? I can also participate.] “…”

Ying Xi was speechless for a long time.

He raised his hand, silently put the strips into a ball, and threw them back to the back of the chair.

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Thank you, babies.

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