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The others couldnât wait any longer and frantically replied to the post to urge him.
âTower Lord, can you hurry up and tell me? Iâm begging you!â
âOp, try to keep me in suspense again. Which classroom are you in? Iâll immediately take my knife and kill them!â
âTower Lord, please tell me quickly. Young master Jie must not have agreed, right? He would definitely not agree to it, right? Hurry up and tell me!â
âTower Lord, if you donât say it now, youâre really going to cause public outrage, you know? You donât want to stay in shangde anymore, do you?â
Finally, the floor master answered.
&Quot; alright, Iâll say it. I donât know if young master Jie has agreed to it. I really donât know. Iâm sorry, everyone. &Quot;
As soon as this post was posted, it immediately attracted curses from everyone.
You canât expose things like this!
A bad rating!
However, someone immediately started a post asking everyone to vote on whether young master Jie would agree or not.
So far, 91% of the people thought that young master Jie would not agree, while 9% thought that he would.
At this time, almost all the students in the classroom had the same phenomenon. Most of the students had their hands hidden in the drawer, their heads were lowered, and their shoulders were shaking.
Everyone was discussing this matter, except for a few people who were still in the dark.
One of them was han qiqing and song Shijun.
On the other side, on the first floor of the Student Union Building.
Han qiqing had found song Shijun. The two of them were sitting in the guest room, eating the cake that han qiqing had bought in the morning.
âWhat do you think we should do?â She asked song Shijun.
Song Shijun bit on a fork and frowned at the sweet taste in his mouth. Finally, he couldnât eat anymore and put down his fork.
&Quot; this is too sweet. Itâs so sweet that my teeth are trembling. &Quot;
Han qiqing rolled her eyes at him and was about to throw a piece of cake at his face.
âIâm asking you a question! Quickly help Xiaoxiao think of a way, you hear me!â
âI heard it, I heard it.â Song Shijun pushed away the remaining half of the cake in front of him and took two sips of his coffee to dilute the overly sweet taste. He then heaved a sigh of relief.
He said, â actually, Xiaoxiaoâs method is very good. Why donât you use it? â
&Quot; of course I know that her method is good, but I just canât use it. I canât be Yin Shaojieâs dance partner. &Quot; Han qiqing said, not mentioning that Lu Yichen was coming back.
Song Shijun asked, â why canât I? â
Han qiqing glared at him and said, â Iâm asking you to think of a solution, not to ask questions! &Quot;n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Shijun leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, â I think Xiaoxiaoâs method is the best, so thereâs no need to think of anything else. &Quot;
Han qiqing was annoyed by him. &Quot; I told you, this method wonât work! &Quot; Anyway, help us think of another way.â
âWhy canât I?â Song Shijun leaned over and asked again.
Han qiqing glared at him angrily. &Quot; canât you just not ask? â
âI canât,â Song Shijun answered concisely.
Han qiqing was speechless. &Quot; ... F * ck! &Quot;
Song Shijun pointed at her and said, â hurry up and tell me. Why canât I be Shaojieâs dance partner? â Youâre definitely up to something.â
He knew very well that if he could help Xiaoxiao, she would definitely do it.
This time, he said no. If there wasnât anything fishy about it, he would write song Shijunâs name backward!
Han qiqing stammered, knowing that she couldnât brush him off.
She could only stammer, â that ... Lu Yichen ... Ahem, heâs going back to China. I think ... He ... &Quot;
Before she could finish, song Shijun understood what she meant.
âYou value your lover over your friends!â He glared at her and accused her.