Chapter 100:
Shang Qingfen didn't understand, but her body trembled.
Body and mind seem to be divided into two parts.
There was a tiny electric current on her back, and the tip of her tongue that didn't belong to her broke into her territory.
She pursed her lips subconsciously, trying to stop it from sneaking in.
In exchange for a more diffuse baptism.
My chest raised, my hands pressed up…
She is like a candy, being rounded and flattened by various means.
"Hmm..."
The two were tightly attached to each other, every beat of her heart resonated, and she heard a thumping heartbeat.
But she couldn't tell if it was hers or someone else's.
It seems to be in a sinking world, and it seems to be expecting more.
Bian Yingning paused for a moment, then raised her head.
Shang Qingfen closed her eyes, she didn't know if she didn't dare to look at people, or if she wanted to close her eyes and feel everything more deeply.
She is like a child who doesn't know how to hide, expressing her heart directly.
So cute.
Bian Ying smiled: "Why are you so greedy?"
The teasing words smashed into the chaotic Shang Qingyi, and she opened her eyes.
How to describe the eyes in front of me.
Even though everything in front of her is shaking, she can still see the desire that is about to overflow in her eyes.
The naked desire to bring people into the sea of fire.
Shang Qinghui thought she could get more, after all, she said she wanted it.
But this man is very dog.
She said, "I won't give it to you, drunk cat."
Shang Qingfen: "?"
…
This night, Shang Qingfen seemed to be lying on the grill, being roasted by charcoal fire, while Bian Yingning on the other side stayed up all night until dawn.
The noon light came in through the gaps in the untightened curtains, Shang Qingfen woke up vaguely, the only thing she remembered was some sporadic pictures, only in the middle of the night when she was lying on her bed, rolled up The quilt, with a pillow between his legs, was turned over and over.
…
Fashion Qingfen still looked very bad when she went to school on Monday, Wang Yu asked her if she was uncomfortable, and Shang Qingfen just shook her head.
How can she tell her that she may have been dissatisfied with her desires recently, and she always feels that the whole person is so dry, her heart is burning with evil, and she wants to take a cold shower in the big winter.
She felt that she must be getting old and need to do something that an adult should do.
Alcohol can easily evoke the devil hidden in the heart...
Thinking of Shang Qingfen, she opened the cup and took another sip of the chrysanthemum tea that came with it.
"Why did you run so fast on Saturday night, you disappeared as soon as I turned around?" Wang Yu thought of this and asked again.
Shang Qingfen closed the lid of the cup, with a lustful color between her eyebrows.
"...don't remember."
Anyway, after she woke up, she was lying on her bed, with a splitting headache and nausea.
"Grass, that bar won't sell a fake bar." Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui couldn't help but curse.
Wang Yu: “…”
Let's just say, is there a possibility that she drank too much?
Wang Yu: "Drink more hot water."
Shang Qingfen: "…"
The two stopped talking, Shang Qinghui seemed to be listening carefully to the teacher's lecture, but her eyes were divergent.
Listening and listening, she couldn't help but caress her ear, and gently rubbed her fingertips along the ear bone.
Her hands are warm and her ears are icy, which is very comfortable to touch.
Is it... a dream?
How can she remember, here, being touched by someone.
…
On Monday afternoon, the culinary competition between the Culinary Institute and French exchange students officially started.
The competition was held in the practice hall of the Culinary Institute.
"How about, do you have confidence in the game?"
Bian Yingning and Zhang Zhizhi put on chef clothes, Zhang Zhizhi held her chef hat and asked Bian Yingning who was arranging the cuffs.
"The determination to win is fine." Bian Yingning smiled at her.
Zhang Zhizhi nodded.
The focus of their game this time is to win the French team, it doesn't matter who they can win.
When I came out from the back, I realized that there were still many people watching the game. There were already students in a circle around the hall, and people from the French team had also arrived.
Other academy students who came to help translate also arrived one after another, and they all changed their clothes and followed around their competitors.
Taking a few more deep breaths, she felt that her heart had settled down, and she raised her head.
Just in time, Shang Qingfen, who was also wearing a white chef's uniform, walked by.
Her hair was tucked into the hat, and the mask was not properly worn, just hung on her ears, and now pulled up to her chin, revealing a small and delicate face.
Seeing her coming over, Bian Yingning's breath stagnated, and the crescent mark on her palm was concave again.
My mind is full of her straightforward and naive look in the toilet the night before.
"Come on." Zhang Zhizhi patted Bian Yingning on the shoulder, interrupting the bad memories in her mind.
"You too, come on." Bian Yingning looked back and said to Zhang Zhizhi seriously.
In a sense, they are fighting for the honor of the school.
Shang Qingfen's eyes circled around Zhang Zhizhi's hand on Bian Yingning's shoulder. The two in front of her stood very close, cheering each other on, but Shang Qingfen slowed down.
Should she come over, does it count as a light bulb?
Thinking of her plan, Shang Qingfen hesitated even more.
"Please take your place and enter the console in the order of drawing lots." The host above began to speak.
The first round is two teams working together.
Since it's under the banner of communication, it can't be too ugly.
Today's competition is a pair of partners from the Culinary Institute and the French team to make a dish together.
The sign has been drawn in advance, but it was not announced before, and now the staff has projected it.
Bian Yingning looked and found that the French student she was partnering with was named Marco.
She was about to walk to her console, and she thought of something and turned back.
Shang Qingfen was just a few steps behind her, not moving.
"Come on, schoolgirl."
Bian Yingning said to her without any abnormality on her face.
It was the first time someone called me this.
It's a bit unspeakable.
Shang Qingyi pursed her lips and did not look at Bian Yingning, but she walked over and followed her honestly.
"bonjour!" At the console they drew, Ma Ke, who had deep eyebrows, was already waiting. When he saw Bian Yingning and Shang Qinghui coming over, he greeted them with a smile.
Bian Yingning raised a polite smile, and before she could answer, Shang Qingfen came over with a serious face and dutifully translated: "He is provoking you."
Bian Yingning: "…"
?
Bian Yingning slowly looked at Shang Qingfen, who held her fat face very seriously.
Those who didn't know they thought they were participating in the exchange conference between the two countries.
If you don't listen to her, look at her expression, Bian Yingning almost believes it.
Although…
Even if she doesn't understand French, she knows the meaning of "bonjour" just like foreigners understand their "hello".
The opposite Ma Ke was even more confused than Bian Yingning, he greeted the two of them friendly, why...the two foreigners on the opposite side didn't look right?
Bian Yingning spoke with difficulty: "What is he provoking us?"
"There is no exact meaning in the specific words, it is equivalent to an onomatopoeia or a mantra." Shang Qinghui explained.
Her expression was really too serious, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with her explanation.
So even though Bian Yingning knew that Marco said "hello", at this moment, he couldn't help feeling that he was provoking himself.
"Then...then what should I say?"
"Let me come." Shang Qinghui said to Mark, "bonjour."
Then she turned around and said to Bian Yingning, "Don't worry, I've already provoked you back."
Bian Yingning: "...Thank you."
"Now everyone open the cabinet under the console. The content of today's competition is: everyone uses the ingredients they get to make a dinner together, and let the judges make comments."
The host above started talking again.
The judges sat on the stage and watched them. There were 6 people in total, 3 Chinese and 3 French.
Although the content of the competition is to make a dinner, it seems simple, but there are actually many ways.
First of all, they cooperate with exchange students, so exchange students will definitely want to cook, and people on their side will want to cook Chinese food, so there will be differences.
Furthermore, the judges and teachers are all half-pointed, and the tastes are different. No matter which country's dishes are cooked, they may lose the scores of the other three teachers.
These two are already very restrictive.
After the host above finished speaking, Bian Yingning heard Shang Qinghui chattering with Ma Ke to translate, and Ma Ke glanced at the cabinet below.
The console is so big, three people stand together to block the cabinet.
He looked at Bian Yingning and said something.
Bian Yingning looked at Shang Qingfen.
Shang Qingfen: "He said if you don't move, get out of the way. He wants to open the cabinet to see what's inside."
Bian Yingning: "…"
Bian Yingning squatted down and opened the cabinet, and the dishes inside came into view.
"Wow, C'esttrèsbien!" Marco shouted happily.
Shang Qingfen: "He said you're really bad luck, why didn't you let him come to open."