Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation method?"

"You write the Chinese and English versions, and I'll handle the French and Japanese versions."

Song Lingge's eyes widened in surprise: "You speak French and Japanese?"

Qiao Nansheng nodded, feeling quite pleased with the adoring look in the eyes of the girl next to him.

However, she hadn't enjoyed it for more than a few seconds before Song Lingge frowned.

"You mean you want to recite it with me?"

"Okay. You can use Chinese and English, and I'll use French and Japanese. The article should be as short as possible, preferably written as a prose poem."

In my past life, I really don't remember Qiao Nansheng participating in this competition, but why does he seem to be very interested in it now?

Song Lingge tentatively asked, "It seems like there aren't any pairs of participants competing together, right?"

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow. His eyebrows were full of heroic spirit, and his deep eyes shone with a unique light. He looked full of vitality and high spirits.

This is very different from his usual low-key and reserved self.

Qiao Nansheng sat by the window, the sunlight streaming in and bathing him in a soft, golden glow, which captivated Song Lingge.

In their youth, dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, the dashing and spirited demeanor of young people is truly captivating at any time.

"If there is no precedent, then create one."

Qiao Nansheng's lips were a little thin, but they were bright red, even more vibrant than the color of lip gloss.

The moment their lips touched, even the words they uttered seemed to become more beautiful.

"Singing includes duets and choruses; dancing includes duets and group dances; why can't recitation be included?"

After asking the question, Qiao Nansheng turned his head and stared at Song Lingge.

He took in Song Lingge's infatuated expression at that moment.

A gentle breeze stirred, and Song Lingge's hair drifted into her eyes. She was about to rub her eyes when Qiao Nansheng stopped her.

Qiao Nansheng carefully brushed the stray hairs from her face and tucked them behind her ears.

His hands were a little cold, and that coolness inadvertently reached Song Lingge's ears. Song Lingge felt as if her face was burning hot.

She lowered her head and nervously twirled her fingers, turning her pale white fingers pink.

"Song Lingge, what do you think?"

Qiao Nansheng asked the question frankly, but Song Lingge felt that this man was a bit sleazy.

Don't say he's flirting without realizing it.

However, upon hearing his voice, Song Lingge immediately came to her senses. She realized that her reaction had been a bit too much. Perhaps she hadn't experienced emotional stimulation in a long time, and seeing a handsome young man flirting with her made her have all sorts of wild thoughts.

Song Lingge patted her face to keep herself clear-headed.

Qiao Nansheng's suggestion is quite innovative and worth a try.

“That makes sense, you’re right. Shall we give it a try? I’ll try to finish the manuscript as quickly as possible.”

Qiao Nansheng nodded thoughtfully: "To ensure accuracy, how about we set a time to go to the library every day from now on?"

Song Lingge, without any suspicion, immediately agreed: "Okay."

She didn't notice the triumphant smile on the man's face beside her.

The two immediately hit it off and began discussing the parts that Song Lingge had already written.

It must be said that Qiao Nansheng is very insightful and has excellent writing skills. So why doesn't he participate in the competition alone?

Song Lingge didn't realize what she was thinking and just blurted it out.

Qiao Nansheng was straightforward and answered directly, "I'm not interested, but after reading what you wrote just now, I suddenly became a little interested."

That's the truth, but he didn't finish his sentence.

Qiao Nansheng used to dislike participating in these activities, believing they were all about showing off.

However, just now in the car, he secretly glanced at the manuscript written by Song Lingge and found out that she wanted to participate in the competition. For some reason, he also wanted to participate.

However, he didn't want to become her rival, so he came up with this innovative method.

As for why he didn't want to be her adversary, he couldn't explain it.

The two got along so well that they naturally missed their stop.

It was too late when I got to school; it was past dinner time.

Song Lingge had planned to eat before returning to her dormitory, but now it seems she'll have to go hungry tonight.

Qiao Nansheng thought for a moment, then, as if gathering his courage, said, "I know a place where I can eat right now, but..."

"But what is it? I've been traveling all afternoon, I'm starving, please take me there quickly."

Qiao Nan swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Unexpectedly, the place Qiao Nansheng mentioned where they could eat was actually the teachers' apartment.

This faculty apartment is a separate small building, specially provided by Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​as a resting place for specially appointed professors, visiting professors, and other distinguished individuals.

So usually, there are very few people here.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Nansheng actually had the key to this place.

The room wasn't big, but it had everything you needed.

There's a bed, a small wardrobe next to it, a two-seater sofa with a small coffee table, and a desk and a cabinet of different heights by the window.

The best part is that it even has a private bathroom.

Song Lingge's eyes lit up: "You live here? Don't you stay in a dormitory?"

Qiao Nansheng took out two packets of instant noodles from the cabinet and replied, "This is the apartment the school gave to my grandfather to rest in. He doesn't live here, so I asked for it. It's more convenient here than the dormitory."

Song Lingge pouted and corrected him sourly, "It's not just more convenient, it's much more convenient, okay? There are no restrictions on electricity, and there's a separate bathroom. The key is that you live alone in such a big place, it's simply too comfortable."

"There's no hot water left. I'll go downstairs to get some. Wait a moment."

When Qiao Nansheng returned after fetching water, he could smell the aroma of instant noodles from afar.

He never expected the fragrance to come from his room.

Song Lingge was seen pouring seasoning into the rice cooker; she was actually cooking instant noodles.

When Song Lingge saw him return, she said with a smile, "I saw that you had a rice cooker here, so I borrowed it."

Qiao Nansheng felt he had done something futile and replied awkwardly, "I went to fetch water."

Song Lingge smiled and said, "Keep it for washing up or drinking. It makes instant noodles taste good. I like Huafeng Sanxian Yi Mian the most."

The noodles were cooked quickly, and Song Lingge divided them into two bowls.

She then took out the pickled vegetables that Zhao Jueyu had prepared for her from her own bag.

There are spicy dried anchovies, stir-fried minced meat with chili oil, and pickled cowpeas.

All of them were her favorites, and she couldn't bear to part with any of them, so Song Lingge added a little of each to her bowl.

Then he handed a bowl to Qiao Nansheng and said expectantly, "Try it, it'll definitely taste better than the soaked kind."

Qiao Nansheng quickly took it. The room was only so big, and he originally intended to carry it to the desk.

With a small piece of dried fish in her mouth, Song Lingge stammered, "Come sit down and eat! Aren't you hungry?"

Qiao Nansheng obediently came over and sat down next to Song Lingge.

"These are pickled vegetables my mom made. Try them, they're delicious! And look, these spicy dried anchovies are amazing!"

This was the best instant noodles Qiao Nansheng had ever eaten.