The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 16 Come here, I will teach you (16)

After hearing this, Qiao Rong blinked and said seriously: "As far as I know, Song Jiaran's level is far above the competition class, so he doesn't have to participate."

After a pause, Qiao Rong continued to use her obedient voice: "Of course, maybe because you haven't won the prize at your level, that's why you regard the competition class as very important and have to participate."

This is actually understandable... After all, not everyone can be as powerful as the young master.

However, An Yan suddenly seemed to be pissed off, and subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to slap her: "You!"

Qiao Rong frowned slightly, and was about to raise her hand to hold her wrist, when suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind her.

Then, a chest with a faint fragrance leaned against Qiao Rong's back, and at the same time, a slender hand instantly grabbed An Yan's wrist.

An Yan suddenly let out a cry of pain, and turned her head to see the person coming, but the next second her face suddenly lost all color.

Song Jiaran shook off An Yan's hand forcefully, breathing slightly short of breath, and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing?"

Tears welled up in An Yan's eyes immediately, and she looked at Song Jiaran pitifully: "Student Song... I just feel aggrieved for you, you were definitely able to win the prize in this competition, there is no need to be irrelevant people give up!"

When Song Jiaran heard this, his face darkened instantly, as if recalling some bad experience at that moment, his tone was gloomy: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

After a pause, for the first time, he showed a slightly mocking expression: "Don't worry, even if I don't go to the competition class, I will definitely have a higher chance of winning than you."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Qiao Rong, seeing her blinking bright eyes intact, he was slightly relieved, and then asked in a natural tone: "Are there any wet wipes?"

Qiu Rong nodded, bent down and took out a pack of wet wipes from the drawer and handed it to him.

Song Jiaran took out a wet wipe, and then slowly wiped the hand that was holding An Yan's wrist just now, not even letting go of any fingers.

The movements were as graceful as a noble prince's, but An Yan's face instantly turned pale and her body was crumbling.

She bit her lip, trembling slightly, holding back her tears, turned around and ran out of the classroom.

Qiao Rong looked at her slightly staggering back, and remained silent.

After wiping his hands, Song Jiaran threw the wet towel into the trash can, then walked back, seeing Qiao Rong's pensive look, his eyes narrowed and gradually darkened.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand, gently pinched her chin, turned her head to his direction, and his eyes fell on her cheek.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qiu Rong blinked, but before she could speak, Song Jiaran interrupted her again, her tone a little more gloomy than before: "Thinking about transferring to a liberal arts class again? Huh?"

Qiao Rong looked at him, frowned, and quietly asked Qiuqiu: "Song Jiaran's feeling is not right."

Ball didn't speak.

Seeing her continuing to be in a daze, Song Jiaran's eyes became darker, and the fingers pinching her chin couldn't help but a little bit harder.

Qiao Rong came to her senses instantly: "No, I don't want to leave."

After a pause, she continued: "I was just thinking about that girl just now..."

Song Jiaran's expression was still not very good: "What do you want her to do?"

Qiao Rong recalled what she usually heard from her classmates: "I heard that she is chasing you..."

Song Jiaran was slightly relieved when he heard the words, and relaxed the strength in his hands. While rubbing her chin lightly, he said lightly, "Don't worry, I don't like her."

Ok?
Qiao Rong blinked.

This... She is not worried.

Qiao Rong was a little puzzled.

(End of this chapter)