The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Ye Yumeng put her arms around Gu Weiman, hugged her tightly, and glared at Tu Wenji fiercely. Tu Wenji had stopped looking at Gu Weimian a long time ago, but Ye Yumeng didn't know why, she always felt panic in her heart, pretending as if someone really wanted to come and snatch Gu Weimian away. The moment Gu Weimian looked over, Duan Xishen suddenly changed his sitting posture, from the original relaxed and full-of-energy posture to a sitting posture with his back straight, and a little nervous ...
Ye Yumeng put her arms around Gu Weiman, hugged her tightly, and glared at Tu Wenji fiercely.
Look again! If you look again, I'll dig your eyes out!
Tu Wenji was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away with a smile.
Ye Yumeng was even more confused and felt even worse. She had just thought Tu Wenji was annoying before, well, very annoying. He was like a fighting cock, always thinking about competing with him.
But now she felt more alert than she did then, as if the treasure she had been protecting had been discovered.
The former is nothing. The competition is about to end, and everyone will go their separate ways and no one will bother anyone else.
But the latter...
Ye Yumeng couldn't help but hold Gu Weimian's hand tighter.
Weiwei doesn't even think highly of you! Humph! How can he compare to them? What kind of relationship do they have with Weiwei? They're just comrades who've fought together, through countless battles, big and small, and have been with Weiwei for countless days and nights.
They know many of Weiwei's little secrets, and they also know how difficult this game was for Weiwei?
Tu Wenji knows nothing!
Tu Wenji had stopped looking at Gu Weimian a long time ago, but Ye Yumeng didn't know why, she always felt panic in her heart, pretending as if someone really wanted to come and snatch Gu Weimian away.
Even though he listed so many reasons, his heart was still beating fast.
It seems that it is not as simple as Tu Wenji.
She frowned and looked around cautiously.
In the entire hall, most of the audience were actually looking at them from time to time, including many contestants.
These gazes made Ye Yumeng feel creepy.
Wow, these people are so annoying!
But these people are not to be feared. There is a gap between idols and fans. There are thousands of people who like Weiwei, and they cannot offer any effective competitive advantage.
Just as she was about to look away, she keenly noticed that there was a very imposing oriental man sitting in the front row very close to their waiting area.
She recognized the man almost immediately.
"Duan Xishen?"
Gu Weimian was startled, "Huh?"
She followed Ye Yumeng's gaze and saw a man sitting in the crowd, just like he was sitting in the speaking seat at an international conference.
He has the aura of a big boss, and everyone around him subconsciously wants to avoid his edge.
The moment Gu Weimian looked over, Duan Xishen suddenly changed his sitting posture, from the original relaxed and full-of-energy posture to a sitting posture with his back straight, and a little nervous and shy.
A shy and slightly stiff smile appeared on his face, and his hands were raised.
He seemed to be holding something in his hand.
Duan Xishen handed one end of the banner in his hand to his subordinate in the same row, while he held this end himself. At the same time, his other free hand picked up a shiny ball of thread that Lala used most often.
The corner of Gu Weimian's mouth twitched, as if he realized what Mr. Duan was going to do.
She wanted to turn her head away and pretend not to see it, but this evasive action did not help the embarrassing incident that was about to happen.
Duan Xishen lifted up the ball of colored string and shook it vigorously, "Come on!"
The only thing Gu Weimian is thankful for now is that Duan Xishen did not shout the slogan on the banner, otherwise she would really consider withdrawing from the competition.
This was probably the first time in Duan Xishen's life that he did something so "out of line". When he put his hand down, his face had already turned red.