"..."

The auditorium was quiet for a moment, and then, Sang Zhi heard someone laughing around her. She didn't know if anyone else was taking pictures, but she silently put her phone back and turned off the screen.

At this moment, Sang Zhi felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

Fortunately, no one here knows about their relationship.

This little episode lasted less than five seconds in total. The next second, Duan Jiaxu acted as if nothing had happened, and calmly and seriously finished what he said next.

The smile on his face was very shallow, looking cold and focused.

"..."

Sang Zhi really thinks he is awesome.

In all her life, she has never seen such an awesome person.

Seeing that he had finished speaking and returned the microphone to the host, Sang Zhi suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone again, and sent him a WeChat message: [Please sit in your seat first.]

Sang Zhi: [See you after we leave school.]

She! She doesn’t want to! Be embarrassed with him!

After the message was sent successfully, Sang Zhi looked around. Suddenly she noticed that not far away, the classmate who had just been sitting with her was looking towards her.

After the two met their eyes, the classmate smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Sang Zhi: "..."

Probably after seeing the news about Sang Zhi, Duan Jiaxu didn't go in her direction after stepping down. He just glanced at her, raised his eyebrows, and returned to his original position obediently.

Sitting here, Sang Zhi could only see half of his face.

She looked furtively at him.

I noticed that Duan Jiaxu seemed to know the man next to him. He was listening to the man's words with his head tilted to the side, and then he smiled lightly without saying anything.

Sang Zhi looked away.

No matter what, she must scold him this time.

She! Never! No! Heart! Soft!

At this time, the phone in Sang Zhi's hand vibrated.

A message from Duan Jiaxu.

Duan Jiaxu:【Are you angry?】

Sang Zhi typed in "a little bit", thought about it, deleted it, and changed it to "hmm". She stared at it for a while, but finally didn't send it out and decided to let him be anxious for a while and reflect on his behavior seriously.

At the end of this session, it was time to award awards. Sang Zhi followed several other people whose names were called on to the stage and received the award certificates from the host.

The big screen behind will show everyone's work for half a minute.

Sang Zhi turned around and looked, feeling a little ashamed for no reason.

She never thought that Duan Jiaxu would come, and she had never shown it to him when she drew the original painting of this character. Occasionally, when he passed by her, he would immediately switch interfaces vigilantly.

The front, back, and side faces of the character are displayed on the screen.

The man stood lazily, exposing the white tail on his back, and holding a fan in his hand. His eyes were crooked, and he smiled softly. He was wearing a red robe, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his chest.

Sang Zhi subconsciously glanced in the direction of Duan Jiaxu, and happened to catch his eye. She pretended to be calm and looked back, took a photo with the organizer next to her, and quickly left the stage.

The last link.

After the organizer spoke for a few more minutes, the ceremony officially ended. The group gathered around to take a photo, and then Sang Zhi left the auditorium first.

She found a place to wait for Duan Jiaxin.

The temperature outside was very low, so Sang Zhi took out a scarf from her bag and wrapped it up.

After a while, Duan Jiaxu also came out. Compared with just now, he wore an extra long coat over his suit. His figure was tall and straight, and he looked mature and steady, with a somewhat cynical temperament.

He came over and stood in front of Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi's eyes were dark, staring straight at him.

"I was wrong." Duan Jiaxu stretched out his hand towards her and admitted his mistake very sensibly. He suppressed a smile and said, "It's not as hard as watching your movements. I'll change the position so you can take a good picture."

"Then why don't you just change positions?" Sang Zhi said firmly, "Why did you say it?"

"Should this be called a high-profile show of affection?" Duan Jiaxu thought for a while and said thoughtfully, "I thought all the little girls nowadays like this kind of thing."

"..."

"I came here once the year before last, and I saw a student confessing his love directly on the stage." Duan Jiaxu said leisurely, "I have a girlfriend now, so I don't have to give it a try."

"..."

Sang Zhi inexplicably remembered that Duan Jiaxu had said before that he would confess to her in a heart-shaped candle downstairs of her dormitory.

really.

He is still a deep-rooted, down-to-earth old man.

"It's okay, I didn't even know it was you. Besides, I've been to this kind of award ceremony several times." Duan Jiaxu pinched her face, "Brother has a sense of proportion."

"..."

You have a ghost.

But in comparison, it is indeed a hundred times better than confessing on the spot.

Sang Zhi's arrogance gradually faded and she muttered: "If you do this again, I will really pretend that I don't know you. When people ask, I will say that he just looks like my boyfriend."

Duan Jiaxu smiled: "Aren't you just pretending not to recognize me today?"

"It's not like I haven't left school yet." Sang Zhi said confidently, "I originally planned to talk to you after leaving school."

Duan Jiaxu didn't mind too much and held her hand: "Go home?"

After the topic was over, she saw that he didn't mention her work. She didn't know whether he didn't pay attention or forgot. Sang Zhi breathed a small sigh of relief and hugged him back.

"Um."

After arriving home, Sang Zhi went back to the room and changed a set of clothes, then lay down on the sofa and pulled out the video he had just taken. The progress bar quickly reached the end, and the two sentences Duan Jiaxu just said on the stage were heard.

She blinked, replayed it several times, and raised the corners of her lips.

Duan Jiaxu took a bottle of water from the kitchen and sat next to her. Noticing her expression, he also smiled and said playfully: "I obviously like it."

Sang Zhi didn't deny it, stretched out her legs and kicked him: "Anyway, we can't do this again."

Duan Jiaxu let her kick him, then grabbed her ankle, lifted it up, and bit her calf flesh.

His strength was not heavy, and his teeth lightly touched the skin, which was a little moist and itchy. Sang Zhi wanted to take her legs back, but he held her back. She was speechless: "Are you a dog? Why do you keep biting?"

people."

"Vixen," Duan Jiaxu paused and said lazily, "just likes to eat people."

"..."

"Come here." Duan Jiaxu loosened his tie and leaned down. Although he said this, he came over and spoke very straightforwardly, "I haven't eaten you for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips pressed against hers.

He still had his formal clothes on, his tie was placed loosely on his chest, his eyebrows were full of spring, like a sanctimonious dressed beast.

The tip of his tongue came in, crossed her teeth, and sucked her tongue gently. As if he was afraid of hurting her, the force was neither light nor heavy, gentle and patient.

Sang Zhi reached out to grab his tie.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu let go of her, looked at her, and made no further moves. He suddenly smiled and bit her lip again: "Draw me like that?"

"..." Sang Zhi had already forgotten about it. When he mentioned it, he suddenly felt guilty and argued in a low voice, "Who said I painted you?"

After a pause, Sang Zhi added unconvincedly: "Also, what does it mean to draw it like that? It's not that it doesn't look good. I also won the third prize."

"The painting is quite good, but it's not appropriate for my brother to expose his flesh to others," Duan Jiaxu began to unbutton his shirt with one hand, slowly.

"..."

Just the small piece on the chest.

Those who didn't know better thought it was a painting of his naked body.

Duan Jiaxu raised his lips and pulled off his clothes: "Are you facing the painting?"

"..." Sang Zhi couldn't resist, and like a gentleman who was calm and relaxed, she pulled back his clothes for him and changed the subject, "Have you prepared a birthday gift for me?"

"Um."

"What's prepared?"

Duan Jiaxu sat back on the chair, raised his slender hands, and pulled apart his clothes again, exposing his collarbone and hard chest.

Then, Sang Zhi heard him draw out his last words and uttered four words in a bewitching manner.

"Visual welfare."

"..."
To be continued...