Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 72 Why is my mouth dry?

"U.K?"

Qin Zhao had never thought about this question before. Before Qin Qiong and Lin Zheng found her, she had very limited access to information.

For her, foreign countries were merely a term in geography and history textbooks, and she could only glimpse a small part of them through limited descriptions.

Her previous wish was to take the college entrance examination, get into a good domestic university, and leave that place.

The UK must be very far away, and tuition fees must be very expensive.

“I didn’t pass this question, and my spoken English is very poor.”

She already struggles with her foreign teacher classes, so it will definitely be even more difficult for her abroad.

“But you’re making rapid progress, and I can help you too.” Shen Yanci looked at her, his face softening.

Qin Zhao looked at him: "Yanci, why did you go to study in England?"

Like Lin Shi, he applied to schools in the United States.

"Britain has a comfortable climate, medieval castles and villages, honey-colored stone houses, and rolling green fields. It also has bustling commerce and regularly open antique markets."

From the Thames, you can see Big Ben and Westminster Palace, built in the Gothic Revival style. People there aren't overly enthusiastic, intrusive, or discriminatory; there's much less discrimination than in the US, and the overall level of tolerance is very high.

Another point is that the UK is one of the world's leading countries in LGBT rights.

Qin Zhao had never heard of these things before, but as Shen Yanci described them gently, a sense of longing began to stir within him.

Shen Yanci: "Haven't you taken the IELTS test yet?"

Qin Zhao nodded.

"You can start preparing now, and I'll send you my materials later."

"it is good."

Qin Zhao's thinking was simple: whether he went or not, having more information wouldn't hurt. Even if he didn't go, he wouldn't lose anything by having the information.

Shen Yanci seemed to be in a very good mood, which she found inexplicable.

Shen Yanci rested one hand behind his ear, a smile playing on his lips, and casually forked a piece of cantaloupe, holding it to her lips with perfect ease.

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment, glanced at him, hesitated for half a second, opened his mouth, and bit off the fruit.

Apart from Qin Qiong, no one had ever fed her before. She suppressed her discomfort and pretended to read her manuscript.

The sweet juice explodes in your mouth, the crispness of the fruit and its aroma burst forth, so sweet it makes your heart flutter.

She had just swallowed when another strawberry appeared at the corner of her mouth, brazenly touching her lips.

She looked up and saw that Shen Yanci was wearing a white cotton short-sleeved shirt in the room. He was resting one hand behind his ear, and the movement revealed a large area of ​​his fair neck and collarbone. His eyebrows were relaxed, his eyes were slightly upturned, his pupils were dark and bright, and his lips had a faint curve.

She looks a lot like Daji from the TV series.

Qin Zhao suppressed the absurd thought that had suddenly popped into his head, his throat a little dry: "Brother Yanci, you don't need to worry about me."

She will take the food herself when she wants to eat.

Moreover, it seems like this is at her home.

Isn't the host-guest relationship reversed?
The strawberry had already touched her lips, so naturally she couldn't say no. She tried to take the fork from Shen Yanci's hand and eat it herself, but he dodged her.

He said in a lazy yet self-righteous tone, "I still need it."

Qin Zhao had no choice but to eat from his hand.

This strawberry is quite large and very juicy. When you bite into it, your teeth pierce the skin, and the red juice flows out uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Qin Zhao grasped Shen Yanci's hand, sucked up the overflowing juice, and some red liquid still flowed down the corner of his mouth.

She took it with her other hand.

Because of the strawberry juice, her already deep lip color became even darker, glistening with moisture.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids, his deep eyes carrying a restrained sense of aggression.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he turned his face away and forcefully shoved the fork into Qin Zhao's hand: "Eat it yourself."

"..."

Why don't we eat strawberries with our hands?
Qin Zhao mentally complained as he swallowed the strawberries in a few bites, leaving his hands sticky that he couldn't wipe off with a tissue, so he had to go to the bathroom to wash them.

The English competition is a school-wide event, with participants from all grades. Qin Zhao wasn't nervous at first, but the tedious introduction and format made her heart race.

When she went on stage and held the microphone, she was thinking about the experience that Shen Yanci had taught her.

Don't let your gaze wander too much. Before you start your speech, slowly scan the entire room, pausing briefly in the left, center, and right areas to enhance your sense of control.

If you're really nervous, you can first look at someone or something familiar, but don't do it for too long.

She pursed her lips, then looked up and met those familiar, dark eyes, which held a smile and a comforting warmth.

Lin Shi, standing next to him, casually and energetically raised his chin.

She took a deep breath, and the script she had practiced nearly a hundred times seemed to be etched into her muscle memory, reflexively coming out of her mouth.

The final paragraph, translated into Chinese, is:

“I’m still very nervous. Three months ago, my spoken English was very poor, and I even had a hard time keeping up with the foreign teacher’s lessons. But I chose to stand here because I know I have to move forward, I have nothing to lose.”

I am timid as a mouse, but I will still save myself from danger countless times.

As soon as the music ended, someone started clapping, and applause rang out one after another.

The competition results were announced on the same day, and Qin Zhao came in third place.

Lin Shi pulled her over and gave her a bear hug: "Like me, you've got some talent."

"..."

Qin Zhao corrected him: "If we're talking about resemblance, I also resemble my parents."

Lin Shi snorted: "They're all the same."

Qin Zhao looked at Shen Yanci from his arm, his eyes filled with a subtle, unspoken light.

Shen Yanci smiled and ruffled her hair: "Our Zhaozhao is really amazing."

His voice was low and magnetic, deliberately dragging out the last syllable, making one's ears inexplicably itchy.

Qin Zhao rubbed against Lin Shi's shoulder, but before long, Lin Shi was pushed.

Shen Yanci pulled her out, his tone unfriendly: "What are you doing, rubbing against me like that?"

"..."

As the year draws to a close, the temperature in City B has dropped, adding a distinct sense of desolation.

Qin Zhao felt that he was seeing Shen Yanci more often than usual.

It seems like I can see him every time I leave the school gate.

She smiled and went over to greet him, but Shen Yanci's attention strangely lingered on her lips: "You're wearing lipstick?"

Qin Zhao subconsciously looked down and realized that he could not see his own mouth.

"No, this is a lipstick."

Qin Qiong gave it to her because he was worried her mouth would be dry; Lin Shi also had some.

Qin Zhao rummaged in his pocket a couple of times, then opened his palm to reveal a small, exquisite magnetic white tube – Ma's classic colorless lipstick.

Shen Yanci glanced at it, then lowered his eyelids: "Is it easy to use?"

"good."

It's quite moisturizing and has a slightly milky scent.

Jiang Man said this one costs several hundred, so it shouldn't be too bad.

Shen Yanci: "Is my mouth dry?"

Qin Zhao subconsciously looked at his lips. His lips had very clear lines, and they were a little white, probably because of the winter.

She answered honestly: "A little."

Shen Yanci glanced at the ointment in her hand and said, "Let me borrow it."

"..."

(End of this chapter)