Chapter 118 Romance: The Cold and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (2)
Romance Variety: The Cool and Domineering CEO and the Younger Athlete (Part 2)
Lin Yuqing's face turned green.
She looked at Lance in disbelief as he questioned.
"What do you mean?"
What's the difference between Lance's doing this and slapping her in the face?
Doesn't she want to lose face?
Lance didn't look at her, but just stared at Song Ning, as if he would not stop until he got an answer.
Lin Yuqing's expression became even uglier.
She didn't believe that Lance was sincere at all, otherwise why didn't Lance choose Song Ning when she didn't ask?
And what is there to choose from for Song Ning?
Lin Yuqing blurted out, "Anyone with eyes can see who he will vote for, right? If you don't vote for me, then vote for him?"
She immediately regretted what she said.
She looked at Song Ning with a stiff smile, "I'm sorry, Song Ning, I just speak my mind a little too quickly."
Song Ning's already cold expression now turned even paler.
He did not reply to Lin Yuqing but looked around - except for Qu Konglin who subconsciously avoided his gaze, everyone had an expression that said 'Lin Yuqing is right, Song Ning just wants to vote for Qu Konglin'.
But when his eyes fell on Tang Shi, he saw a hint of hostility and pride in Tang Shi's eyes.
Song Ning was silent.
So everyone thought he would vote for Qu Konglin?
He looked down at the voting card in his hand, but his mind was confused for a moment.
But if Qu Konglin hadn't come to him on his own initiative, he actually had no intention of voting for anyone.
"elder brother."
Hearing the word "brother", Song Ning paused with his hand holding the voting card and subconsciously raised his head.
Lance looked right at him with a brilliant smile on his face, and Song Ning could even see the top of Lance's head.
Is it natural curly hair? It looks a bit like lamb wool and seems to be very comfortable to touch?
"Brother Song, what do you think? Will you choose me?"
Lance once again asked what the other party meant.
Song Ning clenched the card tightly and straightened his back. Why did Lance seem to be unaffected by Lin Yuqing's words?
"You, you don't have any thoughts on what she said?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.
The cameras of the program crew were all pointed at the two of them, and the director looked very excited.
He never expected that the two guys he thought had the least sense of camera would actually know how to put on a big show at a time like this!
He had a hunch that this segment must not be broadcast in time, at least it would become a small hit!
"She? Is Brother Song referring to what Sister Lin just said?"
Lance tilted his head, and Song Ning realized that this guy was half-bending his knees in order to talk to him - no wonder he could see Lance's 1.83cm head despite his height of 1.78cm.
He hummed a little nervously and with regret.
What would Lance say?
Lance let out a cry, and a trace of shyness suddenly flashed across his face.
"Actually, I was a little nervous just now and didn't pay attention to what Sister Lin was saying."
He stared at Song Ning with sharp eyes, and his nervousness was obvious.
Lin Yuqing's face suddenly turned into a horse's.
Song Ning saw it.
He looked at Lance in front of him again, and a smile suddenly and very slowly appeared on his usually cold face.
"it is good."
He stepped forward and took the voting card from Lance's hand, then handed over his own.
After doing all this, he suddenly looked in the direction of the program crew.
"That's how it counts, right?"
"It counts, the production team didn't say we can't vote directly."
Lance, holding Song Ning's voting card, immediately moved closer to him, and a simple, pleasant, fresh soap scent immediately lingered in Song Ning's nose.
He seems to be quite clean? Song Ning was a little surprised.
Aren’t they saying that male college athletes tend to be sloppy?
Is it because Lance graduated?
The production crew actually held a three-minute meeting on the spot to discuss the issue, and in the end the director cursed under his breath and convinced all those who opposed it.
"Can't you see that this will definitely create some buzz for the next episode? Or do you think the other guests will have something else going for them?"
After convincing the others, the director picked up the megaphone.
"Yes, your vote will count, but because of reasons that the production team did not explain in advance, other guests please follow the different staff members to vote individually from now on."
The other guests, especially Lin Yuqing, wanted to curse.
Not only did she lose the athlete she thought was the easiest to fool, but she was just about to follow suit when the program team came up with this? How could she continue to appear on the show next time?
She immediately ran to the program team to protest angrily.
"Song Ning, do you really want to agree to him?"
Lance and Song Ning were just about to take out pens and write their names on the voting cards when the Son of the World, Qu Konglin, walked over just as Song Ning took the pen from Lance.
Song Ning's fingers, which were about to sign, paused subconsciously. He turned his thin and handsome face to look at Qu Konglin. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by a big hand from behind.
"Brother, don't you know what my name is?"
Lance smiled and shook his hand, then wrote his name crookedly on the voting card.
“I know how to write…”
Song Ning turned his head and paused.
"I didn't expect my brother to still remember my name."
Lance stopped glaring at Qu Konglin and put on a natural smile.
"Brother, don't you think our names actually match well?"
He grabbed Song Ning's finger and pointed at the two names on the voting card.
Song Ning took a look and inexplicably felt that Lance was right.
These two names put together are surprisingly harmonious.
"What do you mean by a good match? It's just two words. Isn't this a bit outdated?"
Qu Konglin had a look of disdain on his face and turned to look at Song Ning a little unhappily.
"Song Ning, don't tell me that you were really fooled by this guy's tricks? You don't forget who this guy is, do you? He's just a poor student who just graduated and has nothing. He's not worthy of you at all."
"Hurry, hurry, they're arguing!"
The director of the program crew looked excited, and the cameraman quickly put the camera in front of the three people's faces.
After saying this, Qu Konglin raised his head proudly and waited for Song Ning to apologize to him.
The cameraman also turned his camera to focus on Song Ning at the right time.
Song Ning's expression seemed as cold and indifferent as ever.
A trace of disappointment flashed across the faces of the cameraman and Qu Konglin, but Qu Konglin was disappointed yet secretly relieved.
He said that it was impossible for anyone to touch Song Ning, and no one could do it except himself.
"I do not quite understand you."
Song Ning, who was usually taciturn, spoke unexpectedly.
Qu Konglin looked at him in surprise, "What don't you understand?"
Song Ning glanced at him coldly, "You just said he's not worthy of me, then who do you think is worthy of me?"
After he asked this question, a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, but it quickly turned into relief.
Since it was false, he naturally would not treat it as a treasure and hold it in his heart.
There are more worthy sincerity than this. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the exchanged voting cards in his hand.