Emma went to the table in utter confusion.
Michelle personally took half a bowl of soup and carefully put it in front of Jas. "Jas, no, I an, my future cousin-in-law, please rember to finish your soup."
Jas stared with loathing at the soup in his bowl, which was as thick as mud. There was not even a trace of soup.
Every dish on the table was delicious, except for the one and only soup in front of him which emitted an invisible poisonous odor.
Jas' expression was a little distorted agonizingly. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All the cells in his body were refusing to take even a spoonful of the disgusting-looking soup.
"Mimi, what's wrong with this bowl of soup?" With just one glance, Emma didn't have the stomach to eat it at all.
Jas readily echoed, "Yes, Mimi, I'm your future cousin-in-law. Can't you just get a bowl of normal soup? Or at least give a soup with a normal color."
The color of the soup in front of him was so horrible that Jas could not find the words to describe it.
Hearing him say the word "cousin-in-law", Emma's face turned red in shyness. She reached out and pulled his arm. "What are you talking about? What do you an with cousin-in-law?"
"Sooner or later, I will be," Jas said with conviction as he put his hand on Emma's shoulder and winked mischievously at Michelle.
'We are all good friends here. Can you do a favor and not embarrass in front of my girlfriend?' Jas eyed Michelle in silence.
In response, Michelle turned her head away.
'I saw nothing,' she thought to herself.
'Huh?' J
. So of them laughed in front of the teacher's nose, and so listened carefully together.
When there were still ten minutes left before the end of the last class in the afternoon, Nina's phone vibrated.
John had sent a WeChat ssage to her. "See you at the school gate."
At first glance, this sentence felt like her boyfriend was waiting for her at the school gate for them to go ho together after school.
Nina was overjoyed with excitent, and felt that the wait for ten minutes more was a little difficult to endure.
As soon as the bell rang, she sprang to her feet and ran to the school gate.
As she was about to reach the school gate, she slowed down and heard a group of girls screaming and gossiping.
"Hey, hey, did you see the handso man with crew cut at the school gate?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" One of the girls was so excited that she stamped her feet. "He is way too handso! So handso!"
"Ah! I am going to be crazy! He's so handso and manly! My heart is beating so fast. I even want to touch his hair. Do you think I'm hopeless?"
"You're not alone. I want to touch it, too! Let touch it. I'm willing to do anything for him!" Another girl was almost going crazy. "If I can find a boyfriend like him, I will definitely do anything he likes. I will even slap myself if I have a quarrel with him."
Nina was speechless.
Was there a person as handso as that?
So much so that the girl would even slap herself if they quarreled?
A sudden curiosity arose in Nina's heart. She wanted to see who this astonishingly handso man with crew cut was.
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