As soon as Wang Yan left, the young man's entanglement became more intense.

"Sister, my name is Wang Xing, the king of inner saints and outer kings, a traveler with no boundaries."

"What are you going to do when you go back to school? Our club has an international competition. As a junior, I am the backbone. If you are interested in robotics, I can invite you to watch the competition."

"You, the students of Diwu, practice harder than us in science and engineering. I really admire you for this. You can obviously rely on your appearance to make a living, but you have to work hard on your talent..."

Although he was praised, Liu Li became more and more impatient.

To be fair, Wang Xingdan looked okay when he took it out. He went to a good school, had a good height, good appearance, and was well dressed.

But when compared with Wang Yan, whom I had just met, I was immediately disappointed.

In fact, while waiting for the train at Gujiao Station, Liu Li had a slight impression of Wang Yan, but he didn't have a good impression.

The change occurs when getting off the bus and transferring to another bus.

In the waiting room of the provincial capital, Liu Li sat diagonally across from Wang Yan and watched with his own eyes as Wang Yan read a tome carefully in an upright and leisurely posture, almost without moving for twenty minutes.

That kind of calmness and concentration made Liu Li especially appreciate it.

Moreover, Liu Li felt that Wang Yan was very kind - because of his demeanor.

Keep your waist straight, your head in a straight position, your shoulder blades spread out, and you should relax naturally.

When you walk, you should be straight and straight, when you sit down, you should be upright, and when you look at people, your eyes should not wander around.

The above characteristics are particularly similar to those of classmates who are learning to dance, but Liu Li is convinced that Wang Yan is definitely not a dancer. Children who learn to dance will use basic ballet training to correct their posture, and the details left behind cannot be hidden from experts.

So it can only be explained that Wang Yan has a good upbringing and has paid attention to his manners since he was a child, so he has the natural body coordination and posture confidence he has now.

Therefore, although Wang Yan's appearance is not very handsome, with a youthful look that has not grown, Liu Li still thinks that he has a very good temperament.

Even though Wang Yan was dressed very casually, it was so casual that it was a bit shabby.

It’s not easy for a little boy to wear street clothes that cost tens of dollars, but to have an upright posture.

Paired with a pair of canvas shoes costing more than a thousand yuan and a travel bag costing tens of thousands, but it doesn't seem out of place, it's a complete mystery.

If there is a golden companion beside you, it will make people feel infinitely good.

In psychology, this is called the "contrast effect."

Liu Li hoped that Wang Yan would come back soon so that she could get rid of the licking dog next door.

You are not qualified to be a spare tire, so why are you so confused?

Staring at Wang Yan's figure with longing eyes, Liu Li suddenly discovered a detail: Wang Yan did not push the bathroom door, but walked around the door and turned back.

What's going on?

Doesn't he need to go to the toilet?

While he was confused, Wang Yan came back and stood in the aisle, winking at Liu Li and smiling slightly.

"Senior, there is someone in the bathroom, can you let me sit outside? I won't bother you when I go out later."

"Oh...okay!"

Liu Li finally came to his senses, was overjoyed, and moved directly inside.

"I was just going to sit by the window and look at the scenery. Thank you, my enemy's little boy!"

I finally left the source of the noise and felt so relieved!

When Wang Yan also sat down, she finally couldn't help but feel happy. She leaned close to the young man's ear and praised softly again and again: "Junior, you are so smart!"

I am a female bully and he is a little bitch!

Hey~ It’s a bit dark, little black dog!

To say that he likes her, it's definitely not that fast, but Wang Yan makes Liu Li very happy. This is true.

So she made a rare retort: ​​"Junior, you are so interesting... Could it be that you have never been in love before?"

Being exposed by a cute cat-shaped girl, how can you bear it?

"No." Wang Yan turned around calmly and took the initiative to look at Liu Li. "The main reason is that I have never met anyone as beautiful and elegant as my senior sister."

Only God knows that Wang Yan was actually panicking so much that his heart was beating like a tractor.

No matter how rich you are, Brother Chu is still Brother Chu.

When it comes to matters related to men and women, the knowledge in books is useless, and in actual practice it was all nonsense.

If your heart doesn't beat and your hands don't shake when you touch the opposite sex for the first time after you mature, stand up and let everyone see! You are born to be the king of ducks, so don't go into the wrong profession.

Wang Yan's heart suddenly pounded, but Liu Li didn't know that after receiving such a compliment from the other party, his arrogance was immediately knocked away, making him feel a little shy and happy at the same time.

"Humph, you can talk!"

Wang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Senior, what about you? Have you ever been in love?"

"Of course we talked about it!"

Liu Li raised his eyebrows menacingly, and then, inexplicably deflated, he muttered in a low voice: "Does the conversation we had in elementary school count?"

"Calculate."

Wang Yan suppressed a smile to comfort her, and suddenly became curious: "Senior sister, it's impossible for no one to chase her, right? How come you're single now?"

"Are you kidding me? I would like to talk, but I don't have time?"

A question made Liu Li completely resentful.

"Why is it so easy for you to take the imperial dance exam? Only 300 new students are admitted every year. There is a national PK for art students, and there are also artistic seedlings from major high schools in the imperial capital. Those who can take the imperial dance exam from other places are at least 8×

8’s practice!”

"Eight years, eight hours of practice every day, not counting cultural classes!"

"When you go to school, you think you can relax a little, right? But you get up at 6 a.m., dance, rehearse, and take cultural classes until at least 8 p.m. After class, there are always perverts who drag you to practice more at 11 o'clock.

Go to bed, touch the pillow and fall into coma..."

"As for the holidays, it's even worse. Where are the winter and summer vacations? If you don't practice for one day, you will regress. If you don't practice for a week, you will be dead."

"I went home on the 22nd. I went to the park every morning and was watched by people. I had to practice basic skills. Today I went back to celebrate my sister's birthday, and then everyone had to go to the training hall together..."

"Falling in love? The male to female ratio in our school is 3:7. Do you think those boys have girlfriends? Wrong, most of them are single practicing dogs!"

I'm dizzy. Is the number one dance academy in China so exaggerated?

Wang Yan was a little unbelievable and confused, so he asked, "Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?"

Liu Li lowered her eyelids, her expression was a little lonely, and she seemed to be confused. She said softly: "Dancing is a special talent-based youth food. You don't understand."

Wang Yan suddenly felt a little distressed. It might have nothing to do with anything else but hormones.

Little boys probably have such a day.

Anyway, Wang Yan encouraged him gently and tolerantly: "Tell me about it, maybe I can understand it?"
Chapter completed!