I Loaded the Healing System

"Ok!"

Chen Nannan looked at the strange brilliance in Song Rui's eyes.

Her heart was also a little troubled.

Chapter 47: I have booked him~

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After Zhao Qingyu came out of the toilet, the group returned to the classroom of the art troupe.

"Sister?"

"You go to the classroom on the other side, and the rest of the freshmen are interviewed there, here for me."

"Oh oh."

Zhao Qingyu ordered that the members of the art troupe who were originally in the large classroom withdrew immediately and moved to two small classrooms on the other side.

The freshmen who were waiting to be called were still confused, and were called over.

In Shen An's eyes, the Dark Path Art Troupe deserves to be "rich and powerful".

Ordinary school organizations have to go through layers of procedures when applying for classrooms, such as clubs. In most cases, they can only covertly occupy the classroom.

As soon as the art troupe shot, it was a large classroom with two small classrooms.

"Sister, then we have to go too?" Shen An asked knowingly.

Zhao Qingyu shook his head, and a little slyness flashed in his eyes: "You are in this room, and I will personally interview you."

"Isn't that true, Senior Sister, is it so big?" Shen An deliberately covered her chest, pretending to be flattered.

Zhao Qingyu turned around with a smile: "Come in with me."

Shen An sighed, then looked back at Song Rui.

The girl's nervousness was written on her face.

He didn't expect the interview to be so sudden, and even the process of queuing up and calling the number was omitted.

For Song Rui, this was like a bolt from the blue, and she was extremely bad at playing on the spot.

And Chen Nannan smacked her tongue secretly, she had to believe what Shen An just said for a while.

As the deputy head of Zhao Qingyu, she does not have to participate in the interview directly, she is a bit similar to the role of "The Emperor", just sit back and watch the situation.

Now, not only has a large classroom been vacated by itself, but he has also personally acted as an examiner for Shen An and Song Rui.

This is not an ordinary "optimistic".

Did Shen An and Sister Zhao know each other before?

But he said he didn't know Sister Zhao. .

Chen Nannan didn't feel much joy, but worried about Shen An.

Zhao Qingyu's reputation has always been a bit "bad", especially for boys.

Previously, he had specially told Shen An that he should not provoke Zhao Qingyu, just be an ordinary member of the art troupe.

Now. .The situation was changing so fast that Chen Nannan himself was a bit in the fog and couldn't understand it at all.

"By the way, Nan Nan, Xiao Rou just said that she misses you. Go and catch up with her next door."

Zhao Qingyu stopped, turned around and said to Chen Nannan with a smile.

"what?"

"Ok?"

"Oh..." Chen Nannan smiled reluctantly, she leaned over to Shen An's side and whispered, "You... be smarter yourself."

Shen An's mouth curled slightly: "Absolutely pass."

The large classroom was very empty, with only Zhao Qingyu, Shen An, and Song Rui.

After closing the door, Song Rui's heart trembled, and her nervousness had spread to her limbs beyond control.

I saw her head bowed stiffly, her eyes not looking anywhere except the floor, and her little hands were tightly clutching the corners of her clothes. If the frequency of the shaking was more severe, it was estimated that she would be ready to call an ambulance for her.

"You wait a while."

Zhao Qingyu slowly found a place, then grabbed a pen and paper, as if preparing for the interview questions.

Seeing this, Shen An turned around and rubbed Song Rui's hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, and I'm with you, so what are you afraid of?"

"Sister Zhao doesn't know how to eat people, right?"

Song Rui raised her chin tremblingly, nodded in surprise, and was barely able to calm down the panic in her heart.

"Come on, take a deep breath, breathe~ breathe~ breathe~ breathe~"

Shen An was demonstrating by himself, and he deliberately praised his actions. Song Rui watched and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"It's good to laugh, and you won't be so nervous when you laugh."

Shen An poked her forehead angrily: "Every time you want me to encourage you, can you also encourage me once?"

Song Rui pursed her lips in grievance, and naturally showed a coquettish side: "I used to... I was easily nervous."

We've only met twice, and the length of the chat has not added up to an hour.

But Song Rui obviously had a certain degree of trust in Shen An.

The most direct manifestation of this trust is: where he is, she will feel a little at ease for some reason.

It seemed that no matter what happened, he would be the one to carry it first.

Shen An also teased a little dotingly: "I really can't do anything about you, you can take good care of my homework in the future, Lord Academic Committee!"

"Hmm~"

Song Rui nodded obediently.

At this time, Zhao Qingyu also spoke at the right time: "Are you ready?"

She looked at the two with ambiguous teasing, as if she had a very subjective "determination" of their relationship.

Song Rui took the first step: "It's ready, Senior Sister."

"What about you?"

Shen An nodded: "Of course."

"Then you sit here and sit in front of me."

Zhao Qingyu pointed to the empty seat in front of him.

The two of them were already seated, but Song Rui was still very nervous, her limbs were tense, her little hands clenched into fists and rested motionlessly on her knees.

Shen An was quite relaxed, and looked around, but couldn't see any tension.

Zhao Qingyu tapped on the table lightly, and said lightly, "The interview will begin now."

"The content of the interview is very simple, I just want to ask you one question."

"question?"

"Yes, it's just a question, it's very simple." Zhao Qingyu put his elbows on the table, his chin resting in his palms, and his eyes flowed subtly on Shen An's face.

Her facial features are as pure as snow, like a bright moon, but she has a pair of eye-catching eyes, short orange-red hair and this flaming makeup, as bright as snow in a red dress.

The rose blooming on the snow is the most appropriate metaphor for Zhao Qingyu.

Her naked and direct gaze is the sharpest bullet that has passed through the air, with a scorching heat that makes people dare not look at her easily, for fear of being burnt or being ensnared.

Song Rui naturally did not dare to look at her.

Only Shen An, always calm.

"Then, senpai, ask."

He said softly.

"Yes... Senior Sister...you...you ask." Song Rui stammered.

"My question is: if you were to give yourself a gift, what would you choose? Why?"

Most of Zhao Qingyu's eyes were focused on Shen An.

She seemed to be fighting him invisibly, playing a childish game called wink and lose.

"It's just a very common question, you just say what you really think."

"It's better not to say something very illusory, you know?"

Zhao Qingyu restrained his smile, and his slightly charming gaze became somewhat stressful.

Shen An thought for a moment, and he already had the answer.

But he didn't speak in a hurry, but glanced at Song Rui first.

She was really nervous, and there was sweat on her forehead.

The corners of Zhao Qingyu's mouth were slightly raised, and he deliberately looked at Song Rui with a cold tone: "Have you made up your mind?"

"Ah... I... I... I'm going to... think about it."

Song Rui was so frightened that she was about to cry.

"Think about it, how long does it take?"

"I.."

"Senior, let me answer first." Shen An sat sideways and gently patted Song Rui's trembling little hand to help her take the fire.

"Okay, then you talk first."

Zhao Qingyu leaned back and lifted Erlang's legs without hesitation. With a small movement, her perfect curve was outlined incisively and vividly.

"If I were to give myself a gift, I would choose to give a bouquet of flowers."

Shen An remembered a very classic remark, very abstract!

"flower?"