“Eternal friendship is when you know that the other person wants to confess his love and wants to reject it first, but still wants to continue to be friends.”
Jiang Qin held the cup of [Like] in his hand and explained the marketing ideas that exhausted Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini.
Wang Haini hissed: “If you want to be cool, you have to be cool, Mr. Jiang.”
Gao Wenhui lay on the table: “You are taking advantage of everyone’s shyness and temptation.”
“I’m just giving everyone a chance to be brave and minimize the impact of bad results. It’s like an April Fool’s Day confession. If it fails, it can be said to be a joke.”
“Then, what does this appointment mean?”
“I just wanted to chat in person, so I took it as a signal to meet up. Of course, for Neptune, there may be other lewd uses.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he handed the cup of [like] in his hand to Feng Nanshu: “I don’t like milk tea, little rich lady, drink it for me.”
Feng Nanshu made a silly “ouch” sound, took the cup of [I like it], took a sip, and then handed him the cup of [A date] in his hand.
Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes, feeling that the little rich woman must not be stupid, and even a little perverted.
Gao Wenhui lay on the table and looked at them, thinking that it was well known that these two people liked each other, but they just liked to play this kind of good friend game.
But maybe, this milk tea cup was made by Jiang Qin out of spite for himself.
Gao Wenhui took a deep breath, got up from the table, and made two cups of [Forever Friendship]
“Are you able to give this to each other?”
Jiang Qin took one look and waved his hand to refuse.
The word “forever” is unlucky.
Feng Nanshu didn’t want it either. She would be full just to drink all her brother’s [likes].
At night, Xitian sold out all the empty cups. Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini, who were very tired, took Feng Nanshu, who drank all of Jiang Qin’s favorites, back to the dormitory, and Jiang Qin also returned to the dormitory. The cup in his hand was “A date?” Just drank half of it.
Then he discovered that there were four cups of milk tea on his table.
Three cups are [like] and one cup is [regret].
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the old silver coin sniper Cao Guangyu who was shooting continuously in the darkness.
“Who sent these milk teas?”
“Jianchun and the others have names at the bottom, you can see for yourself.”
“?”