Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 274 Which one are you asking about?

At 10 p.m., the streetlights on the school road cast the shadows of the four people in all sorts of crooked ways.

Zhang Yang wrapped his arms around Liu Yu's neck, hanging on him, and muttered, "Another bottle, please."

Liu Yu was choked so hard he could hardly breathe, and he staggered forward, the two of them like conjoined twins, taking three steps forward and one step back.

Shen Yan walked at the front, his steps were fairly steady.

But if you look closely, you'll see that when he walks in a straight line, he unconsciously veers to the left, then corrects himself when he reaches the edge of the flower bed, then veers again, and corrects himself again.

Her face was slightly flushed, and one button on her shirt collar was undone, revealing her collarbone.

His usual aloofness was softened by the alcohol, and he looked like a normal person.

Song Huan walked at the very back, her head spinning, as if she had been given a pound of paste.

He stared at the backs of the three people in front of him, trying his best to keep his steps steady.

The beer at the barbecue restaurant wasn't strong, but the four of us drank almost three cases, averaging seven or eight bottles per person.

Zhang Yang drank the most, finishing more than half a case by himself, and now his tongue is swollen.

Liu Yu doesn't usually drink, but he made an exception today. After three bottles, he started talking nonsense.

Shen Yan was steady; being a Shanghai native, he had developed a high alcohol tolerance from attending social events with his elders since childhood, but even he couldn't withstand Zhang Yang's insistence on drinking so many cups.

Song Huan felt that she was still relatively sober.

At least he could still count that there were three people in front of him, instead of six.

A cold wind blew in from the other end of the school road, chilly and carrying the scent of sycamore leaves.

Song Huan shivered, as if the dazed look in her head had been cleared up a little.

Zhang Yang suddenly let go of Liu Yu, turned around, staggered to Song Huan, and grabbed his shoulder.

Although he was from Northeast China, he was half a head shorter than Song Huan. The posture was a bit awkward, but he didn't care. He hung on Song Huan like a drunk koala.

"Song Huan..." His tongue was tied, and his voice was muffled, "Tell me the truth."

"Tell you what?"

Have you ever been in a relationship?

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yang's face was flushed, and his eyes were half-closed, but the light inside them was very serious.

He held up his index finger and waved it in front of Song Huan, as if pointing at the world. "Tell me honestly, have you betrayed the organization? We in 409 agreed to all be single. Whoever gets a partner first is a dog."

Liu Yu also came over and put his arm around Song Huan's arm from the other side.

His glasses were askew, one side higher than the other, but he seemed oblivious, tilting his head back and staring expectantly at Song Huan. "Yeah, did you two date or not?"

"What does it feel like to be in a relationship?"

Liu Yu's voice carried a cautious anticipation.

Zhang Yang also quieted down and waited.

Shen Yan was walking in front when he heard the noise behind him. He slowed down, turned his head, and pricked up his ears.

A cold wind blew by.

Shen Yan sobered up a bit and when he turned around and saw this scene again, his lips twitched.

Three grown men were huddled together in the middle of the school path; to the uninitiated, it would look like a scene from a Sichuan opera.

Several students passing by turned to look at them; some covered their mouths and laughed, while others quickened their pace.

But Song Huan didn't care.

He was truly drunk.

"We talked!" His voice was loud, carrying far across the empty school path. "Of course I talked!"

Zhang Yang's eyes widened instantly, and he sobered up halfway. "I knew it!"

He slapped Song Huan on the shoulder with considerable force, making a loud "smack" sound. "You little rascal, with all these twists and turns, you're definitely going to lie to girls. I could tell you're not an honest man."

Liu Yu nodded, his glasses tilting even more sharply, "Exactly, you usually seem quiet, but you're actually more shrewd than anyone else."

He pushed up his glasses, leaned closer, and asked expectantly, "So... what's it like being in a relationship?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

The wind blew again, rustling the sycamore leaves.

He stood there, surrounded by three people, the images flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

At the kindergarten slide, Xiao Yunqing, with her hair in a small ponytail, stood in front of him and asked him his name. On the elementary school playground, she stood on tiptoe to help him tie his red scarf.

In the middle school classroom, she poked his arm with her pen, "Song Huan, pay attention in class."

Over the course of high school, the two of them had become the most important part of each other's lives.

And Lin Yue.

She stood under the neon lights at the entrance of the KTV, wearing a silver sequined dress, with her hair styled in big waves and her lips painted red.

She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Song Huan, my silly Song Huan."

Song Huan felt a lump in her throat.

I don't know if I'm drunk or sober.

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Which one are you asking about?

The school path was quiet for a moment.

Then Zhang Yang and Liu Yu exploded at the same time.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Yang's voice rose eight octaves, completely sober. He released Song Huan's shoulder, took a step back, and looked at him like he was a monster. "How many other women have you dated?"

Liu Yu was stunned, his mouth agape, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose. "You... what do you mean? What do you mean by 'which one'?"

Looking at their shocked faces, Song Huan suddenly found it very funny.

He laughed, laughed heartily, laughed so hard he bent over, laughed until tears almost came out.

"I was just kidding."

He straightened up, wiped his eyes, and said, "I was just kidding, hahaha!"

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu exchanged a glance, then pounced at the same time.

"You fucking!"

"You're messing with us!"

The two men pinned Song Huan down in the middle, one choking her neck and the other tickling her.

Song Huan laughed and dodged, and the three of them made a ruckus by the roadside, their shadows rolling around on the ground.

Shen Yan stood to the side, looked at the three drunkards, and shook his head.

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"Um... classmate."

The voice was soft and gentle, tinged with nervousness.

All four people stopped at the same time and turned to look.

A girl stood under a street lamp, wearing a light blue dress, with her hair down over her shoulders, a round face, and big eyes.

She gripped her phone tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

Two girls were standing behind him, hiding in the shadows where the streetlights couldn't reach, peeking in this direction, pushing and shoving each other, laughing and joking.

The round-faced girl took a deep breath, took a step forward, and stood in front of Shen Yan.

She tilted her head back, her face flushed, whether from the streetlights or nervousness, it was hard to tell. "Hello, are you a freshman? My name is Chen Qiao, and I'm a sophomore in the School of Literature."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she spoke each word with great effort, as if she had recited it many times: "Could I... add you on QQ?"

Shen Yan looked at her.

The streetlight shone on her face, making her eyes bright, filled with anticipation, nervousness, and a touch of reckless courage.

He was silent for two seconds.

"Excuse me."

The voice was very soft, as if talking about something trivial.

Chen Qiao paused for a moment, her smile still on her face, but she stopped moving.

"I don't add strangers."

After Shen Yan finished speaking, he turned around and pushed Zhang Yang and Liu Yu, who were still in a daze, forward. "Alright, alright, hurry up and go back. We have military training in a few days."

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu were being pushed along by him, and he even glanced back at the girl.

She stood there, still holding the phone in her hand, maintaining the gesture of handing it out.

The streetlights shone on her, casting a lonely shadow on the ground.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth as if to say something, but Shen Yan pushed him.

"I'm gone."

The three of them staggered forward.

Song Huan followed behind and glanced back.

The girl was still standing there when her two best friends came up behind her. One put her arm around her shoulder, and the other was saying something.

She lowered her head, stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Song Huan withdrew her gaze and quickened her pace to catch up.

Chen Qiao stood there, watching the four people walk further and further away.

Shen Yan walked at the front, and the streetlights cast a long shadow over him.

The white shirt was blown up slightly by the wind, revealing the waistline.

His steps were neither too fast nor too slow, his back was ramrod straight, and even his walking posture had an indescribable elegance.

Best friend A came over and put her arm around her shoulder, "Never mind, he probably really does have a girlfriend."

Best friend B nodded in agreement, "That's right, there are plenty of fish in the sea."

Chen Qiao didn't speak, staring at their backs as they turned the corner of the flower bed and disappeared behind the sycamore trees.

She suddenly raised her phone, pointed it in that direction, and pressed a button.

Click.

In the photo, the backs of four boys are illuminated by the streetlights, making them appear white.

Shen Yan's profile was turned slightly, and the light outlined a clear contour of his face.

His brow bone, bridge of the nose, and jawline look like they were carved with a knife.

Two boys next to them were pushing and shoving each other, one fat and one thin, their postures crooked and awkward.

There was another one on the far right, with his hands in his pockets and his head down, so his face was not visible.

Chen Qiao stared at the photo for two seconds, then opened the Nanjing University forum and uploaded it.

I typed a title, thought about it, deleted it, and then typed another one.

"Shocking! Isn't this guy the most handsome guy at Nanjing University?"

Image included.

send.

She looked up, and her best friend A leaned over to look at her phone screen, her eyes lighting up. "You posted on Tieba?"

Chen Qiao nodded, a slightly wicked smile on her face. "If he won't add me on QQ, I'll make him famous."

Best friend B laughed, "You're being too ruthless."

Chen Qiao put her phone back in her pocket, turned around and walked back, her steps much lighter than when she came.

"Let's go back and wait for news."

The three girls walked away, laughing and joking.

……

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