He looked at Song Baojun who was chatting and laughing on the court and said to himself: "Is this guy not any weakness? Is it so difficult to take Ye Jingchun's heart away from him?"

Song Baojun's eyes flashed straight to him and asked, "Little classmate, his eyes are turning around, what are you thinking?"

"No, nothing!" Ai Langzhou agreed in a panic.?

"If you don't have anything, come here to drink. Do you think Brother Chu is pouring wine for you?"

"No, no!"

Seeing that everyone was happy to drink, Yang Xuan took out the remaining bottles of Xinghua Village, which had been stored for 30 years, for everyone to enjoy.

Pang Yuhan, who was also very uncomfortable, and he also became the background foil for Song Baojun's pretentiousness. The problem is that Chu Runtian at least "cooperated" with Song Baojun to a famous painting. What about him? His face was swollen like a pig's head.

It seems that we can't speak too hard in the future. Chazhou University is full of talents, and she was slapped in the face if she was accidentally slapped. The reputation of the flower-skinned man who had worked hard for many years was almost a laughing stock.

Pang Yuhan watched Song Baojun drink and follow him with a glass of laughter and joy, and he was the stars of the audience. The girls, including Ye Jingchun, Lin Zhenxian, and Li Rouxi, followed him from beginning to end.

Pang Yuhan finally appeared Ai Langzhou, who also seemed quite lonely.

The poem inscribed in "The Picture of the Zen Residence in the Stream Flower" expresses the loneliness of a spectator accompanying the noble son to play. It was originally a feeling of Song Baojun using it, but now it has become a portrayal of the two of them.

Pang Yuhan felt sorry for the same illness, picked up the wine glass and walked to Ai Langzhou, whispering: "Brother Ai, the moonlight tonight was quite beautiful, but it was a little more gloomy, which made people feel very upset."

"You mean?" Ai Langzhou had already heard the implicit meaning of his string, but could not hold on to the other party's meaning, and frowned and asked.

Pang Yuhan pulled Ai Langzhou to the distance under the osmanthus tree, then he nodded in the direction of Song Baojun, and said, "That's the haze between you and me."

"Haha, Brother Pang is talking about this. Sorry, I want to have a few more drinks before going home to sleep." Ai Langzhou shook his head. He was a little worried about being hit by the third wave of attack from Song Baojun.

How could Pang Yuhan, who was delicate in mind, guess what he thought? He said: "Ye Jingchun is beautiful and is simply an angel on earth."

"Hmm?" Ai Langzhou's eyes glared at him.

Pang Yuhan said frankly, "I just think that Song Baojun is too arrogant, has a bad mind, and is a little useless in his work. A girl as good as Ye Jingchun is probably delayed in his hands."

Ai Langzhou sighed slightly: "What can we do?"

Pang Yuhan knew that if he wanted to win the trust, he had to reveal his shortcomings first and said lightly: "In the last basketball game, our archaeological team was defeated by Song Baojun, and he lost the game in a very embarrassing way."

"oh?"

Pang Yuhan continued: "This man is a little smart, but he is full of bad things. He talks to people and talks to ghosts. Look at Yang Xuan and the others, they are all coaxed by Song Baojun, thinking he is really a master."

Ai Langzhou pondered: "If you want to mention your character, Song Baojun's calligraphy is really amazing."

Pang Yuhan said: "Don't worry about that first! Whether his calligraphy is good or not is not the point, he also fails in life!"

"Yeah." Ailangzhou nodded and agreed.

Pang Yuhan continued: "We must strip away the skin of this person and present his true face to everyone, so that everyone in the school knows that he is not trustworthy! It's just a wolf in human skin! Naturally, the cute girls will no longer be willing to have anything to do with him!"

Ailangzhou's eyes lit up immediately and he whispered, "It's a good idea, but what should I do?"

"There is no detailed plan yet, but we can join forces to discuss it carefully. What do you think?"

Ailangzhou reached out and said, "Then we are an alliance now."

"Then you must have a vow." Pang Yuhan said.

Ai Langzhou shrugged, looked at the handsome boy in front of him with a sarcastic smile, and said, "Hey, you don't need to be so second-rate!"

"You must ensure that after pursuing Ye Jingchun, you will always be kind to her forever, otherwise I will not let you go." Pang Yuhan looked serious and serious.

Ai Langzhou said oh and said with a smile: "You are the famous flower-savvy person, and I almost forgot. I will definitely be good to Ye Jingchun, and there is no doubt about this."

"That's it." Pang Yuhan looked at his side mysteriously and said, "Now we'll be perfunctory with him first, and we'll make an appointment to have a good chat after the party."

The gathering lasted until midnight to twelve o'clock. Song Baojun was originally a major in classical literature. He did not need too much personality strength to describe the various insights of poetry, songs, anecdotes and stories of ancient literati, the exquisiteness of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the pros and cons of traditional culture.

Every move shows the style of a master, and every frown and smile is like a famous scholar.

Just asked Sai Mengchang and Yang Xuan to listen with relish, and he felt that he had met too late.

Seeing that it was getting late and the moon was west, Ye Jingchun's bright eyes also showed a clear tiredness, and Song Baojun proposed to say goodbye.

Yang Xuan also said: "I have benefited a lot today, but unfortunately the happy times are always short..." The people around him laughed kindly.

"Mr. Song and I fell in love with each other at first sight, and I wish I could not sleep and chat all night, but Mr. Song still had to accompany the beauty, and I couldn't be a bad person..." Yang Xuan said as he glanced at Ye Jingchun meaningfully, and everyone followed the tacit smile, only Ai Langzhou was quite depressed.

Teng Zhongchun and others were joking at first, but Song Baojun showed unusual talent, so they changed their attitude and said one or two good words to keep.

Song Baojun bowed his farewell one by one, and Lin Zhenxian suddenly took out a filled-in check and handed it over, whispering: "Student Song Baojun is a little abrupt, but I'm really happy to meet you today."

"Yes, I'm the same, thank you." Song Baojun seemed very polite. Ye Jingchun quietly pinched his back from behind.

This subtle action was seen by Yang Xuan and a few boys, and they couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

Before leaving, Yang Xuan gave some gifts, two sets of exquisite porcelain, four bottles of Wuliangye, as well as classical books, French paintings, which were not expensive, and expressed his feelings, and repeatedly reminded Song Baojun to come and play often.

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...

Early the next morning, Song Baojun was woken up by the phone ringing.

"Song Baojun, why are you not here to treat my brother today?" Liu Xiyue shouted anxiously across the phone.

Song Baojun looked out the window. It was still dark and the sun had not yet risen. He only reflected a orange red color in a faraway place. He sighed and said, "Small girl, is it too early?"

"How can I do it if I don't get it sooner? Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, my uncle will return to Hunan Province tonight. Come here immediately." Liu Xiyue shouted without any hesitation.

Song Baojun lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window to check the view outside the window, and said, "Squad Leader Liu, please pay attention to your attitude. I was just kicked out of the door by your uncle yesterday and declared that I will never be allowed to appear in your house."

Liu Xiyue was obviously stunned and said, "They are them, my brother is my brother, can't you help me?" With a slight plea in her tone, it was very rare for the arrogant squad leader.

In an instant, the morning sun had already struggled out of the horizon and released a golden light.

Song Baojun admired the beautiful scenery and said, "Small girl, I understand your thoughts and understand everything you do for your younger brother. But I hope you can think from my perspective that your younger brother is Governor Liu's son first, and then your younger brother. If Governor Liu has no expression, I can't help."

Liu Xiyue said oh and hung up the phone in disappointment. She also knew that the attitudes of uncle and aunt and mother were too bad yesterday, but for a moment, she didn't know how to reconcile them.

Standing in Song Baojun's position, his willingness to help Liu Xiyue without caring about it does not mean that he likes to be looked down upon by Liu Xiyue's family and becomes a pitiful person who is called and lingering.

This is very important. If the otaku wants to interact with Squad Leader Liu in the future.

We must first make our position clear and let Liu Xiyue's family understand that even if they are a family of officials, they must have an equal dialogue with Laozi.

After washing up, my sister had not gotten up yet. Song Baojun was about to go downstairs to get breakfast, and Liu Xiyue's phone came again.

"Hey, Song Baojun, my uncle asked me to convey my apology to you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Baojun: "You have to ask someone to apologize? Is this what your mother told me? I believe your uncle is a high-ranking official and will not be so mentally retarded."

Liu Xiyue was furious and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Let Governor Liu wait at the door, and I'll go there in a while."

"Let my uncle wait for you?" Liu Xiyue couldn't believe it.

Song Baojun slowly added: "If you still hope Liu Qinglin will recover."

"Okay." Liu Xiyue's anger that had not had time to burn was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and murmured: "I'll communicate with my uncle."

"Just tell him that if I don't see anyone at the entrance of Banyue Garden Community, I will turn around and leave, and I will not care about your brother anymore."

In fact, even if Liu Chongshan's attitude was as bad as ever, Song Baojun still wanted to save Liu Qinglin because of Liu Xiyue's friendship. He deliberately spoke like this, just a bluff that he always wanted to raise his identity so that Liu Xiyue's family would no longer underestimate him in the future.

Song Baojun put down the phone, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, and ate a bowl of pickles. He pressed the insulation switch for the rest, and waited for his family to get up and use it.

How can I give Governor Liu a little color?

Song Baojun quickly got an idea.

First, I went to the old man's study to find a yellow military coat. This thin cotton coat was placed when Song Shixian joined the army. It has been twenty-six years since then. The outer layer is thick cotton cloth, and there are thin cotton wool inside, which has long been hard.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I wish you all a lot of money and get the red envelopes!

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