Chapter 136 Layout (2)

Wei Sheng took the things, put them in his pockets, and smiled at Yuan Chunbo.

Yuan Chunbo drove the car to the parking lot, while Wei Sheng walked to the waiting area on foot.

Just after the competition area, I saw Shao Bingran, Cui Xian, and Li Xingyu again unexpectedly. I thought that the schedule was temporarily changed to today, and they would not get the news, but Wei Sheng obviously underestimated Shao Bingran's attention to this game. .

"Fortunately, Li Wenmiao informed me, otherwise I think you would have forgotten us at all." Shao Bingran's handsome face was somewhat resentful. With such a tall boy showing this expression, Wei Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Li Xingyu looked excited and wanted to interrupt, but he kept walking backwards and was embarrassed to speak.

Since the last time I saw Wei Sheng on Friday, it was because he had rashly disturbed her sleep, and Wei Sheng had not been to the club all day as scheduled, Li Xingyu knew that he was disgusting.

Wei Sheng smiled and said, "I also received the news temporarily today." After that, she wondered again, "Did Li Wenmiao notify you?"

Shao Bingran nodded with a smile, "I saw you in a daze on Friday. Just after I found you, Li Wenmiao came to me and said that he promised to join our club."

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows, recalling that Shao Bingran came to him on Friday, meaning that he became the vice president of the club.

She looked up at Cui Xian, "Why are you here?" Today's game is different from the past, and there may be a storm.

Cui Xian's fair and clean face showed no expression, and he looked a little cold and indifferent. He heard the words and said expressionlessly, "It seems that you don't really want me to come here."

Wei Sheng pondered for a while, then turned to Cui Xian and said, "Come here, I will tell you a few words alone."

The dead branches were rattled by the mountain wind, and the two found a path with fewer people before hearing Wei Sheng say, "Try not to go up the mountain to watch the game in the future."

Cui Xian turned his head to look at her profile, feeling somewhat strange in his heart. He still remembered that evening when the setting sun filled the campus, Wei Sheng tyrannically inserted into his world, and he could not tell him seriously if one day he wanted to Marry her, she will marry her.

It was like a vigorous confession, but only one title was written, and there were not many sequels.

Cui Xian felt that he couldn't understand her. He could clearly feel that Wei Sheng treated him differently from others, and the tacit understanding that occasionally showed was like making an old friend. He also gradually accepted her existence unconsciously, which seemed to be in the first middle school. After seeing her for the first time, or when Wei Sheng handed over the box of cakes on the school day.

But at the same time, he realized that Wei Sheng had always been lukewarm to him, and she did not deliberately keep a distance from him, but she seemed to be very busy, always in a hurry and occasionally showing exhaustion.

For Wei Sheng, there is nothing to talk about love, at least not in Cui Xian's five-year plan for himself. The teaching has listened a lot, and he doesn't quite believe that there will be so-called love between men and women of this age.

Perhaps it was Wei Sheng's magnanimous attitude, not as full of love as Tang Yuling's, so that he had no pressure and could interact with him calmly.

In fact, since he was a child, he has very few friends. He is not willing to make friends, and he follows the teaching of his grandfather that the friendship between gentlemen is as watery as water.

But for Wei Sheng, Cui Xian thought she was very interesting, and even unconsciously developed a sense of intimacy between friends, but now she doesn't seem to need her friend very much.

"Okay." Cui Xian spit out this word with a light expression.

Wei Sheng waited for a while, but did not expect that he would only spit out such a word after brewing for a long time.

But it's not surprising about his temperament, he just kicked the stones under his feet and continued, "The mountain has not been peaceful recently, I'm worried that something will happen to you."

Cui Xian was slightly startled, and turned to look at her with Qing Jun's cheek, "Is this why you won't let me go up the mountain?"

Wei Sheng looked at him suspiciously and nodded, "Yeah."

Cui Xian turned his head blankly again, a smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

After all, he turned his head and didn't look at her, he just said, he was willing to accept her as a friend, and she had no reason to dislike her.

"Is there any danger?" He didn't even look at Wei Sheng, and seemed to speak casually.

Wei Sheng shook his head and didn't want Cui Xian to worry, "It's not dangerous to me, they have internal conflicts."

"Zhao Lei came to you that day and said they found you, referring to the Nansheng Tournament?"

"Um."

Cui Xian didn't ask any further questions. Seeing that the time was almost up, the two returned to the post-match area.

Cui Xian, Shao Bingran, and Li Xingyu went to the starting line to wait, while Wei Sheng went to pick up the car together after Yuan Chunbo.

Far away, I saw the bright yellow Toyota Supra alongside the Ford Mustang, obviously painted by myself, and the eyes were bright and eye-catching.

Wei Sheng stepped forward, ignoring Miles, but walked around the car and frowned, "It's a pity."

This sentence was whispered when passing by Miles, but the others did not hear it. Miles thought she was humiliating herself for not being worthy of the car, so she immediately sank and sneered sullenly, "Little thing , don't be too arrogant, you don't know how you will die later."

When Wei Sheng heard this, she turned her head to look at him, and that gaze gave Miles an illusion, as if she was looking at a dead person without any emotional fluctuations in her eyes.

This kind of feeling made him uncomfortable, his facial features were twisted wildly, and he grinned exaggeratedly, "The road on the mountain will be slippery later, you have to be careful."

Wei Sheng smiled faintly when he heard the words, but turned his head and shouted to Li Xianzong with a wrinkled face, "Mr. Li, he threatened to knock me down the mountain, is the game not killing people?"

Li Xianzong was about to nod his head, and wanted to use Wei Sheng's words to let go before the game. He didn't want to be accidentally killed by Miles.

Just before he could speak, then Gambo sighed happily with a cigarette in his mouth, "Mr. Li, there are rules for the black game, and life and death are determined by fate, so it's not good to promise casually."

Wei Sheng frowned helplessly, "Then listen to Mr. Gan, don't bother Mr. Li to worry." The voice fell, and it was not difficult to see Li Xianzong's worried face, and a hint of blame appeared on his face.

After saying that, Wei Sheng turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly in the direction of Miles, and the corner of his mouth drew a mad and evil arc.

The two got into the car one after another. This time, Wei Sheng directly put the thong inside and took off her jacket. This is her own sense of ritual for motor racing, and it is not easy to let it go.

The emerald-green Ford Mustang and Huang Yan's bull demon Supra drove slowly toward the starting line.

The early cold after the snow obviously did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the people. As the big screen turned on, the crowd began to boil completely.