From the conversation between Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle, we can hear that there is no doubt that they like Wang Heng, and Lu Qi is the same. They are both lovers...

But, how is this possible?

In Fu Jiu's impression, other boys always like Sister Qiqi, and there is no case where Sister Qiqi likes any boy. How could he suddenly let go of his pride and run to compete with other girls for boys? But just now, Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle couldn't know that they were eavesdropping, so they deliberately acted and made fun of it?

Fu Jiu stood there, holding his head, feeling his thoughts messy.

She finally began to think about what Lu Qi assigned to the task - if Lu Qi liked Wang Heng, so it seems that it would be more reasonable to ask herself to inquire about the relationship between Wang Heng and Pei Ningle?

But who is this Wang Heng? It’s okay for Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle, it’s too scary to even melt the Ten Thousand Years Iceberg Sister Qiqi!

After thinking for a long time, Fu Jiu turned around and walked back silently. She felt that at least today, she could not face Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Lu Qi's phone number.

"Hey, Sister Qiqi, I have something I want to ask you..."

———

After a few hours, Fu Jiu returned to Lu Qi's office. This time, the relaxed and lively atmosphere completely disappeared, and the two sisters stared at each other face to face, and there seemed to be a hint of indescribable embarrassment in the air.

After a long silence, Lu Qi, who was sitting behind the desk, suddenly said, "You know everything..."

Fu Jiu stood on the other side of the table, still feeling a little unbelievable: "Did you admit it?"

Lu Qi curled her lips: "It's the fact, I just don't want to tell you. But since you have heard it, I have nothing to deny."

Fu Jiu slapped his hands on the table and couldn't help but shout: "But this is wrong!"

Lu Qi asked back, "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiu thought for a while and said, "Isn't this a bad thing to steal someone else's boyfriend?"

"Whose boyfriend is Wang Heng?" Lu Qi sneered, "You can also hear from the conversation between the two. Han Yixuan and him are not in a romantic relationship at all."

Fu Jiu frowned and thought for a few seconds, muttering, "Then you can't steal a man from others, right?"

Lu Qi widened her eyes and said unambiguously: "Why don't you grab the things you like? Could you watch him be with others?"

Fu Jiu: "But you used to..."

Lu Qi: "I didn't meet anyone I like. Let me tell you, Xiaojiu, if you like something and are really sure that you like it very much, then you must work hard until you hold it tightly in your hands."

Looking at her cousin's firm face, Fu Jiu seemed to have realized something and nodded slowly.

But soon, the girl asked another question: "Sister Qiqi, if Wang Heng was already the boyfriend of one of them, wouldn't you snatch it?"

"Of course."

While answering this, Lu Qi's face showed a caring smile on her face.

———

In recent days, Wang Heng is still in the tentative stage.

In the World Cup matches, he could remember that all the results were classic battles. There were 48 games in the group stage of 32 to 16, and only a few of them were impressed by him. For example, the goal battle between the last champions of the team, Nazeran.

"It's really too fake," Tang Hexing sighed, "Spanish can actually be fed five by Nazelan. How is this possible? Too fake, too fake..."

Wang Heng had just finished packing his schoolbag and said casually: "Whether from a scientific or metaphysical perspective, this result is normal. What's wrong with it?"

Tang Hexing was very dissatisfied: "Where is normal?"

Wang Heng: "Because he is a champion, he thinks he is strong and he is too lazy to change himself. Four years have passed, and the lineup has only aging and no fresh blood. And others have studied their routines clearly, so they will naturally be unlucky."

Tang Hexing: "Is this scientific analysis? What's going on with metaphysics?"

Wang Heng: "Think about the World Cup champion Yidaili eight years ago. Did he not qualify for the group stage four years ago? Bashi, the previous champion, lost eight years ago when he entered the knockout stage. What's even worse is that the previous champion, Francis, was eliminated after not scoring a goal in the group stage twelve years ago. So, there is something in the World Cup called the championship curse."

Tang Hexing couldn't help but be stunned: "Is it so mysterious? Is it impossible?"

Wang Heng shrugged: "You will know when you wait and see the results of the team this time."

Tang Hexing thought for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet: "Oh, then it would be great if you told me earlier. If you spend fifty dollars to buy Nezelan to win, then my food expenses for two days will be paid."

Wang Heng smiled but said nothing.

Of course he couldn't say that he bought Nazeran in this game and won more than 3 goals. The hundreds of thousands he had invested were more than twice as many, and he earned more than three million at one time.

Fu Hanwen suddenly asked, "Teacher Wang, are you going to watch the football again?"

Wang Heng shook his head: "No, it's just something to go out, I'll have to come back tonight."

Fu Hanwen winked and said, "Is there something wrong with the girl?"

The roommate got it right. Wang Heng was indeed invited by Pei Ningle and Han Yixuan to discuss the music festival that will be set off for performance in a few days. Moreover, on the phone, Pei Ningle also vaguely mentioned words such as "surprise". But how could he foolishly admit this to his single roommates?

Wang Heng said without changing his expression: "I am the only one who is looking for a place to look. By the way, the exam has been over. When will you go home?"

Tang Hexing: "My home is not far from the school, and I can go back at any time."

Fu Hanwen: "In a few days, I haven't bought a train ticket yet."

Wang Heng nodded, suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to the direction of the toilet: "Then you stay in the dormitory, be careful of him."

Wang Ke was using the toilet at this time.

Fu Hanwen scratched his head, wondering: "Why?"

Wang Heng: "I saw Xiao Ke reading the fake girl book more than once."

Fu Hanwen and Tang Hexing were suddenly in a state of terror.

"Actually, I can probably guess his mental journey," Wang Heng continued to whisper, "From the luoli control, I found that what I like is not limited to luoli. As long as I look cute, I can do it either a man or a woman..."

Tang Hexing couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao Ke, what a terrible man!"

———

When Wang Heng knocked on Pei Ningle's door, it was not Pei Ningle or Han Yixuan who opened the door, but Fu Jiu.

The little girl also wore a pair of ponytails and a short skirt today, looking very cute. But when she opened the door and saw that the visitor was Wang Heng, her face turned pale and she subconsciously took several steps back.

Wang Heng touched his face and couldn't help but ask: "Do I have any problems today?"

Fu Jiu shook his head quickly.

Wang Heng asked again: "Are you afraid of me?"

Fu Jiu nodded, suddenly reacted and quickly shook his head.

Wang Heng looked at the girl's fear as if she was witnessing Cthulhu's eyes, and became increasingly confused - what happened that made Fu Jiu react like this?
Chapter completed!