Mr. Si’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell Off Again

  Chapter 215 215: Look, does this child speak human language?

Wen Wan saw that Zhao Minna was hesitant to speak, so she grabbed a bag of potato chips and asked casually, "What effect do you want?"

 Several girls sang in harmony and said it—

“Since we want to draw the starry sky, we must first ensure the richness of the colors!”

“Rich colors are a must. In addition, it must show the beauty and mystery of the starry sky, and it must also look very realistic, so that it can stand out among so many blackboard newspapers!”

“But there are only a few monotonous colors of chalk, and the starry sky is not easy to draw, especially in the form of a blackboard.” Zhao Mina frowned, looking sad.

“This would not be easy for ordinary people, but our main artist is Wen Wan, who has won the art exhibition competition!”

As Jiang Mengmeng said, she turned to look at Wen Wan, blinked her eyes, and asked with a hidden smile, "Wen Wan, I think this is not a big problem for you, right?"

 At once, the eyes of several girls watching the show fell on Wen Wan.

Wen Wan concentrated on eating the potato chips. Under everyone's attention, she readily agreed, "Well, it's really not a big problem. Let's start doing it after school in the evening!"

Her complacent and nonchalant attitude turned into arrogant and unruly arrogance in the eyes of several girls!

Zhao Mina especially felt uncomfortable.

They had thought about the problem for so long, thinking that if they could make things difficult for Wen Wan, Wen Wan would retreat. The ideal result would be to return the position of the main writer to themselves.

No matter what happens, Wen Wan will want to change the plan, and everyone will laugh at her to relieve their anger.

However, I didn’t expect that she would agree so easily!

At this time, there was no trace of distress or stage fright on her overly delicate face, and those who saw it were really gritting their teeth!

 Zhao Mina smiled, narrowed her eyes, and said softly, "Okay, then it's all up to you!"

Wen Wan met her gentle and friendly gaze, hummed lightly, then lowered his head and concentrated on eating potato chips.

 Soon, the bell for class rang—

Ling Yue strutted into the classroom, and when he was about to return to his seat, he passed by Zhao Minna. Even though it was only for a short moment, he keenly caught a familiar scent.

Suddenly, he grabbed Zhao Mina's wrist, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, showing a complex dark light, "You also wiped Pandora's box?"

Pandora's Box is the name of a niche perfume. When Zhao Mina visited Ling Yue in the hospital, the two of them talked about perfume, and Ling Yue mentioned it to Zhao Mina. He liked this perfume very much.

Unexpectedly, she actually rubbed...

Zhao Mina was secretly happy. She didn't expect that Ling Yue would notice her just after she put on this perfume today!

She bit her lip shyly and hummed in a low voice, "I ran out of my perfume recently and wanted to change it, so I remembered the perfume you mentioned last time. I saw that the price was not expensive, so I bought it. , I didn’t expect it to be so good!”

Her eyes moved to the young man's big hand on her wrist, and a hot blush appeared on her cheeks. After thanking her shyly, she reminded, "Well...the teacher will be here soon. I have to go back to my seat!"

It was only then that Ling Yue noticed that all the classmates in the class were looking at them, and their eyes contained inexplicable ambiguity.

He suddenly let go and returned to his seat with an unhappy expression.

Wen Wan leaned back in her chair, her playful eyes moving away from Zhao Mina's back and towards the young man next to her.

“Hey, I can’t tell. You are so rich, but you still use a niche brand of perfume like Pandora’s Box?”

This class is English. Ling Yue took out the English book from the hole in the table and glanced at Wen Wan, "Who said that rich people can't use cheap things?"

He opened the book casually, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone, "But I should change my preferences. Anyone can afford such cheap things. It really doesn't suit my status."

Tsk, look what this child said...is it human language?

After a while, the English teacher came in with textbooks in his arms. After a brief greeting with the students, he began to review the lessons learned yesterday...

 In a blink of an eye, all the afternoon classes were over and school was over.

The students picked up their schoolbags one after another and ran out of the classroom. After a while, the huge classroom became empty, leaving only a few girls drawing blackboard posters and Ling Yue sitting in his seat playing with his mobile phone.

Zhao Mina put all the chalk and tools needed to draw the blackboard newspaper on the table, then clapped her hands and called her friends, "Everything has been brought here, everyone, come and work!"

Jiang Mengmeng put away her cell phone and led a few girls over lazily.

Here, Wen Wan saw Ling Yue not leaving, and asked in confusion, "School is over, why don't you leave?"

Ling Yue was clearing the troops at this time. He looked up at Wen Wan and replied with a smile, "I'll play games for a while before leaving. Don't worry about me. Go and draw the blackboard report with them!"

Wen Wan said lightly, and when she stood up, she raised her lips and reminded, "You will be beaten by a group of people within five seconds."

Ling Yue was startled.

 The next second, he suddenly understood the meaning of Wen Wan's words. When he lowered his head to look at his phone in doubt, he was indeed surrounded by the enemy heroes by the grass!

Furthermore, everyone was throwing skills at themselves like crazy, and they were quickly beaten to death by the group!

"Depend on!"

He cursed in anger. He just raised his head to look at Wen Wan and was plotted by those little brats opposite him!

 Sure enough, beauty is a disaster!

 While he was waiting for resurrection, he turned his head and took a deep look at Wen Wan.

The eyes are deep and complex, but they cannot conceal their tenderness and love.

Zhao Mina, who was standing with Wen Wan, happened to look at Ling Yue quietly at this moment, so she took this look mixed with love as her own as a matter of course.

Ling Yue noticed today that he was wearing the perfume he loved, so he should have discovered his little intention of liking him, right?

So, when he looks at me so affectionately now, is he responding to himself?

Zhao Mina fantasized happily in her heart. Even though she hadn't gotten Ling Yue's answer yet, she was already very convinced that Ling Yue must have feelings for her!

  She had even begun to imagine the scene when Ling Yue confessed to her...

“As for writing, Zhao Mina’s handwriting is the neatest and most beautiful. If you have no objection, then Zhao Mina will be in charge!”

 Wen Wan allocated the last writing area to Zhao Mina, and received unanimous approval from several girls.

 “Okay, I have no objection!”

 “Since it’s Mina, I don’t have any objection!”

However, as the person involved, Zhao Mina said nothing, her eyes were dull, and she seemed distracted.

Wen Wan followed her gaze, and when she saw Ling Yue's back, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly felt reassured.

"Mina, what are you doing? Did you hear what we just said?" Jiang Mengmeng raised her hand and waved it in front of Zhao Mina's eyes to bring her back from her wandering thoughts.

Zhao Mina's fantasy suddenly dissipated like a bubble. She glanced at Jiang Mengmeng with no trace of anger, and complained in her heart that she was too busy and interrupted herself without permission.

 “I heard it, let me write it!”

She picked up a blackboard newspaper and flipped through it carelessly while quietly looking at Ling Yue's back, "Then you draw first, and I'll look for information!"

Jiang Mengmeng naturally saw that Zhao Mina was absent-minded.

She frowned in confusion, wondering what Zhao Minna was thinking. Didn't they agree to make things difficult for Wen Wan together and make things difficult for Wen Wan?

Why does she act like it has nothing to do with her now...

Wen Wan turned his back on what was going on outside the window. He picked up a compass in his left hand and a piece of blue chalk in his right hand. He very neatly drew a large circle on the upper right side of the blackboard.

 Then she began to draw the land masses and the blue ocean...

Zhao Mina was reading information on the surface, but she was actually in Cao Ying and her heart was in Han Dynasty. From time to time, she secretly took a peek at her beloved boy, feeling like there were ants gnawing in her heart. She couldn't wait to know what Ling Yue had about her. There is no camaraderie.

 But in front of so many people, she couldn't relax and took the initiative to talk to Ling Yue.

Helpless, she could only remain in a stalemate, falling into a kind of torment.

The classroom was very quiet, with only the rustling of footsteps and the rustling of chalk on the blackboard.

 Time passed bit by bit, and gradually, the sky covered with pink clouds gradually darkened, and occasionally a few sparrows chirped.

Finally, Wen Wan put down the chalk, stretched and yawned, "Okay, let's just stop here today and continue tomorrow!"

Hearing this, several girls breathed a sigh of relief, put down their chalk neatly, cleared the table, and left eagerly with their schoolbags on their backs.

 If you don’t leave, the guard will close the school gate!

Before leaving, Jiang Mengmeng saw Zhao Mina slowly packing her schoolbag, but had no intention of leaving, so she couldn't help but ask, "Mina, how about we go together?"

Zhao Mina shook her head and said with a gentle smile as always, "No, I still have some things to pack, so I won't waste your time. You can go first!"

Jiang Mengmeng felt that Zhao Mina was even more abnormal.

You know, she usually takes the initiative to come to him to accompany her home. Why did she suddenly change her gender today?

She thought about it for a long time and didn't understand it, so she simply gave up.

 “Okay, then you go home early, it will be dark soon!”

"okay!"

As Jiang Mengmeng walked forward, Wen Wan picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with brisk steps.

When Ling Yue saw that she was leaving, he didn't care about playing the game anymore. He put his cell phone in his pocket and chased after her with his schoolbag.

“Wen Wan, don’t walk so fast, wait for me!”

Zhao Mina watched Ling Yue hurriedly chase Wen Wan's back, and was stunned for a while before she realized—

 It turns out that he was not waiting for himself, but for Wen Wan!

 …

Ling Yue chased Wen Wan down the stairs and arrived at the school gate.

“Wen Wan, don’t tell me whether you agree to accompany me to dinner or not!”

 “You should show your attitude, don’t say anything!”

He simply stood in front of Wen Wan, staring at Wen Wan with a pair of emotion-laden peach blossom eyes, as if he would never give up.

Wen Wan casually hung her schoolbag on her right shoulder, looked at the boy for a long time, and asked lazily, "Rather than eating, I want to go to the bar to drink and have fun, but... can you do that?"

Ling Yue felt as if he had heard a joke of the century.

 “Are you questioning my ability to drink?”

Wen Wan didn't say anything, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

Ling Yue snorted and laughed sarcastically, "Let me tell you, you can question me for not being good at studying, having a bad temper, and being bad at games, but when it comes to drinking, no one can really challenge me!"

He threw his schoolbag on his shoulder, his handsome face full of defiance, "You want to drink, right? Let's go, I will let you have a good time tonight!"

 …

 Downtown, Twilight Bar—

This is a high-end entertainment club with luxurious but elegant decoration. Because of its high-end style and membership system, the people who come here to have fun are either rich or expensive, and they are basically young people from the upper class.

 Especially, there are many children from rich families like Wen Wan and Ling Yue.

Ling Yue opened a small private room that could accommodate two people. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, the first thing that caught his eye was a comfortable sofa, a table filled with wine bottles, and a glass window with a wide view.

She walked over, leaned in front of the glass window and lowered her head to look down. She had an unobstructed view of the entire bar hall—

At this time, in the dim but ambiguous light, a young woman in **** clothes was sitting in the center of the stage, singing a popular love song with great devotion.

 The melody is gentle, and paired with the woman's cold voice, it has a strong sense of sadness.

The people sitting in the audience seemed to be intoxicated by the woman's singing, drinking wine quietly, looking like they were immersed in it.

Different from ordinary bars, this bar not only has a high-end layout, but also has a less noisy atmosphere, and there are no deafening DJs or hot and unrestrained models.

This is more like a Qing bar.

Suddenly, Ling Yue handed her a fruity cocktail, "Look at you, is this your first time here?"

Wen Wan took the wine glass, took a few sips carelessly, and hummed frankly, "It's so expensive here that most people can't afford it!"

She casually glanced at the wine placed on the table. A rough calculation found that it was almost two to three million, not counting his entrance fee and box fee.

You know, three million can buy a large three-bedroom apartment in the suburbs!

Ling Yue had heard about Wen Wan's family background. Although the Wen family used to be one of the most scholarly families in Yuncheng, since her grandfather's generation started doing business, the big family she belonged to had slowly begun to decline.

Especially in her father Wen Shumin's generation, his literary talents were not on the stage, and even his business skills were not elegant. For so many years, he could only barely make ends meet.

Furthermore, as far as he knew, Wen Shumin, an old and unruly lecher, even if he had money, would only live happily by himself, so how could he care about his children?

 (End of this chapter)