Bamboo horse has been deliberate for a long time

Chapter 11 She decides whether she likes it or not

Very aggressive.

An Yuecheng seemed to hear the subtext behind Qi Can's words clearly: He called you Yuecheng?so close?what relationship?
He looks like a genuine husband who is catching rape.

However, how can I have the obligation to explain to him?

An Yuecheng felt at ease.

"Then Junior Qi, why don't you ask, who is more beautiful, you or me?" She rolled her eyelids, imitating Qi Can's tone just now, casually and playfully.

It's almost as if it was carved out of a mold.

"Of course my elder sister is more beautiful, and the beauty lies at the tip of my heart." Qi Can's eyes were deep, as if piercing through her skin, directly hitting her heart.

His voice is superior, clear and gentle, and it is almost bewitching to the ears.

Slick tongue!

The more you learn, the worse it gets.

An Yuecheng silently put the label on him from the bottom of her heart, "I can't compare to Junior Qi, even when recruiting new students, I can be watched like a monkey."

She felt that she was satirizing Qi Can, but she didn't know that to others, she looked like a little girl who was so angry that she couldn't help being jealous.

Zhu Yuan stared at the two of them talking to each other. For a long time, he didn't find a chance to intervene.

There seemed to be an invisible aura between them, and outsiders could not interfere, excluding everyone but each other.

The palms of Zhu Yuan's sides were involuntarily clenched, and the veins on the back of the hands were protruding.

He originally thought that they were destined for each other, they were both in the animation club, and his postgraduate tutor, Professor An, was also Yuecheng's father.

But the sudden appearance of Qi Can broke this balance.

"It's eleven o'clock, and it's time to start the welcome team building." His tone was still gentle, and he interrupted the conversation between An Yuecheng and Qi Can in a leisurely manner.

"Then I'll go find Wei Yi." An Yuecheng got up, looked around, and walked in Wei Yi's direction.

Qi Can straightened his back, looked at Zhu Yuan with a half-smile, and stared at Zhu Yuan with sinister eyes, not hiding his hostility at all.

The corners of Zhu Yuan's slightly raised lips were also pressed down, and his mood was no longer as peaceful as before, "She doesn't like my brother."

Gouging out the old scar with a knife, the young man's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his voice was cold, "Whether you like it or not, she has the final say, and yours doesn't count."

While speaking, the members of the club had already approached the long table under the greeting of Wei Yi and the backbone.

Zhu Yuan put on a warm smile again, "Everyone can sit freely, eat and drink as they like, the philosophy of our animation club is to be free and happy."

"Zhu She is mighty." Someone took the lead in booing.

He glanced at Qi Can lightly from the corner of his eye, and raised his eyebrows discreetly.

The boy had already found a corner and sat down, turning a blind eye to his provocation, his brows and eyes indifferent and restrained remained calm.

Like contempt.

Zhu Yuan became a little annoyed, he would let Qi Can see clearly the distance between him and An Yuecheng.

"Our welcome team building today focuses on welcome, supplemented by team building. The main thing is for everyone to get together to have fun." He said in a free and easy voice.

"If you want to have fun, Zhushe won't reveal the cherished truth or dare?"

Zhu Yuan shook his head, "Let's play something new today. We will group each department into groups and compete in small games. The captain is the current minister."

He talked eloquently, showed the regular PPT projection, and explained in detail.

"Boring." An Yuecheng sat in the corner, and couldn't help complaining to Wei Yi, "Can I not participate?"

Wei Yi touched the tip of his nose, "I want to participate, there are not many people in the script writing department."

On the new page of PPT, there are members and captains of different departments.

There are more people in the organization department, COS department, and singing department. Each department has five members, followed by the seiyuu department with four members.

The art department and script writing department are relatively miserable, with only three people.

Among them, An Yuecheng's scriptwriting department is equal to the former minister + the current minister + Qi Can.

"..." She had a headache, subconsciously raised her eyes to look in the opposite corner, and happened to meet Qi Can's eyes.

An Yuecheng understood the look in his eyes: Sister, happy cooperation.

Cooperation is impossible.

It was her kindness not to hammer him to death.

"Since there are too few people in the script writing department, I'll join—" Zhu Yuan was interrupted by a lazy voice before he finished speaking.

"President, there are only three people in the art department? Don't favor our script copywriting department."

As soon as Qi Can said this, someone echoed: "Yes, yes, why is the president partial?"

"Nonsense, Sister Chengzi is in the script writing department!"

Everyone's eyes wandered between Qi Can, Zhu Yuan and An Yuecheng, trying to find a trace of melon fragrance from them.

An Yuecheng bit the straw lightly. Being watched by so many people, he didn't seem to panic at all, "Then I'll be the referee for Zhushe."

Zhu Yuan: "..."

Qi Can: "..."

The audience: "..."

It's really a different way.

An Yuecheng proposed a path that none of them thought of.

"Sister Chengzi is right. Vice President Wei is also here. You two must be fair and fair as referees!"

The girls who were familiar with them stepped forward decisively to save the scene from falling into dead silence like the WeChat group.

It has to be said that the recruitment of new animation clubs this year is really a bit ill-fated.

"Since Yuecheng said so, I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient." Zhu Yuan curled his lips and smiled at An Yuecheng.

In the past, An Yuecheng always thought that Zhu Yuan was a man with a sense of advancement and retreat, and his emotional intelligence was extremely high, which would make those who communicated with him very comfortable.

But at this moment, she felt unwell for no reason.

As if her decision was imposed on Zhu Yuan.

"For the first game, you draw and I guess." An Yuecheng took the activity arrangement book in Zhu Yuan's hand, "There are two people from each department, one draws and one guesses. The person who guesses the most correctly wins."

All departments discussed the candidates for the battle, and it was lively.

Except for the script writing department.

The current minister is a little girl with a soft temper, sandwiched between Zhu Yuan and Qi Can, her cheeks flushed with anxiety.

Helpless, she pitifully cast her eyes on An Yuecheng for help.

An Yuecheng sighed, walked over slowly, and heard the little girl ask her in a soft voice: "Senior Chengzi, who should we let our department fight?"

The boy sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his upper body leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair, looking a little slumped, with the words "I don't want to move" written all over his body.

Zhu Yuan and Qi Can formed a stark contrast, their tone was gentle and casual, "I can arrange whatever you want."

"Heh." An Yuecheng snorted softly, "Brother Qi and Zhu She go to battle."

Hearing this, Qi Can suddenly sat up straight and looked at her in disbelief, "I don't—"

"Of course." Zhu Yuan said warmly.

Qi Can licked the tip of his teeth lightly, and cursed secretly: Green tea bitch!
"Sister Yuecheng, I—"

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.

Because the person he called out to left without looking back.

There was no intention of listening to him at all.

Qi Can suffered a tragic life in Waterloo.

　Qi Can: I want to cooperate with my sister to make games.

　　Zhu Yuan: I want to cooperate with Yuecheng to make games.

　　An Yuecheng: Okay, I will be the referee.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)