Match point

Chapter 681
Little by little, the smile on the corner of Pulan's mouth bloomed lightly, but this time, Pulan did not avoid his gaze, but stared at Gao Wen calmly.

"The perfect answer!"

"In the face of such a tricky question of traps, he was able to give such a standard answer. It seems that a certain gentleman should be a girl killer. He must have experienced many similar situations."

Although the words were spitting, it could be seen from the eyes and smile that they were actually teasing.

Gao Wen didn't quibble or deny, but showed a perfect arc of smile.

"So, what do you think of a cunning man who can give a perfect answer to a trap question?"

Is this... a counterattack?

Pu Lan was very, very surprised, slightly retracted his jaw, and then couldn't hold back anymore, the smile spread from the bottom of his eyes little by little, like ripples, and finally bloomed lightly at the corner of his mouth.

"I think, always maintain a gentleman's demeanor and abide by the boundaries but show gentleness and care at critical moments, and don't mind showing your wisdom and cunning, and show yourself frankly and honestly."

"Such a man is very attractive."

One come, one go.

tacit understanding, full.

Gao Wen gently raised his chin, the smile under his eyes was shining brightly, but he still controlled the corners of his mouth.

"The perfect answer."

"In the face of such a picky and troublesome trap question, she was able to give an unparalleled standard answer. It seems that a certain lady should also... read romance novels and shoujo manga."

At a turning point, Pulan froze for a moment, then laughed happily, turning forward and backward, completely without image.

But the point is, Pullan doesn't mind.

Gawain looked at Pulan seriously, and finally remembered Dimitrov who was still in his seat.

"Tonight, I came here with my friends, if you don't mind, you can come and join us."

After speaking, Gawain turned around and gestured to Dimitrov.

Holding a cup of ice cream, Dimitrov watched the scene with interest, like a melon-eating crowd watching an eight o'clock soap opera.

Watching Gawain and Pulan both turn around, Dimitrov stared wide-eyed, not knowing how to respond for a while:

Does he need to hide for a while?
Pulan waved at Dimitrov graciously, then looked at Gawain.

"No need. I just want to relax when I come here tonight, because I still have two tomes to read in the evening, students' daily life."

Gao Wen nodded slightly to express his understanding, "Then...do you want my contact information?"

Pu Lan tilted his head, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Wait, you lost my contact information, didn't you? Then you just came up with a lot of excuses to excuse yourself?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Gao Wen said deliberately, "This is my real face, be careful. So, do you want my contact information?"

Pulan thought about it seriously, "No."

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, we will meet again." Pulan's tone was very firm, "The next time we meet each other, it will be the third time."

A smile climbed up the corner of Pulan's mouth, "Look, it's the 21st century, we are learning to make an impossible promise in romantic movies, pretending that we all believe in fairy tales and hope, but this is also a funny thing , isn't it?"

"Let us see how the story will continue to be written."

"If we can meet for the third time and remember each other's names and have a great conversation, then I think we'll know what to do."

Light, yet confident.

Looking into Pulan's eyes, the curve of Gawain's mouth gradually calmed down, but the smile fell into his eyes, "You really are French, you look very confident."

"No, it's usually not like this. The French in movies are so romantic, but in reality, the French believe that romance is dead, and it was completely killed with the rise of the Internet." Pulan blinked, and teasing and joking were easy to come by , "But the thing is like this. Nowadays, there are more and more means of communication and more and more developed, but the distance between people is getting farther and farther."

"You mean, we're all eyes on our gadgets, but we never look at each other again, or sit down and talk face to face like Parisians."

"Yes, that's exactly the case. So, I was disappointed and angry that you didn't contact me, but after hearing your explanation, I think you are right." The smile on the corner of Pu Lan's mouth rose, "Maybe, You are right that we should choose to believe in miracles as much as we believe in hope."

"Ha. So, is this fate, or a mistake?"

"Wait, wait for time to give us the answer."

This time, Gao Wen didn't answer, but turned his head to look around. The whole movement was so obvious that Pulan thought that something happened at the scene and looked around, but the tavern was still the same tavern, nothing special. Even weekday nights are still bustling with a group of ordinary people.

"What's the matter?" Pulan looked at Gao Wen, and didn't continue to speculate, but directly asked his own question.

Gao Wen shrugged, "No, I'm checking to see if there are cameras around, because all this is like a movie scene, a bit unbelievable."

"..." Pulan couldn't believe it, she was actually tricked by Gao Wen's little trick again, and she obediently looked around.

But the point is, she doesn't hate it.

Not only is it not annoying, but the arc of the corner of the mouth is lightly raised again, and then Pu Lan continued, "If it is really a movie, it will be too retro and too old-fashioned, and the audience should protest strongly."

"People are always like this. They despise old-fashioned movies, but you know what? Old-fashioned means classics. We shouldn't deny classics in pursuit of novelty." Gao Wen said seriously.

Pulan sized Gawain up with a smile on his lips, this time he didn't rush to speak, but paused, took a small half step forward, stood on tiptoe, approached Gawain's ear, and whispered, "I don't hate movies. Old-fashioned, I despise your old-fashioned tricks and jokes, you are not young at all."

A sly gleam flashed in Pulan's eyes, and he stepped back again.

Unexpectedly, Gao Wen took another small step forward, you retreat and I advance, the distance that has not been fully opened is shortened again, and they are almost stuck together, like a tango, the distance between each other The surging air was burning, and Poulan held his breath for an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Gawain leaned forward slightly, and whispered in Pulan's ear, "Have you forgotten? We are filming stories from the Middle Ages, maybe old tricks were popular at that time?"

Pu Lan could feel Gawain's breath surging in his ears, light and hot, the base of his ears suddenly itched, and he subconsciously avoided his eyes.

But before Pu Lan could react, Gawain had already stepped back again, opened the distance, the cold air surged in again, and the space between the two seemed to suddenly expand——

The beating of the heart suddenly lost its original frequency and became chaotic.

(End of this chapter)