I really don't want to make a choice

Han Lang's angry departure made Li Qiuzhu, who was staying in the hotel, furious.

According to the logic, she should have arrived in Shanghai by tonight's plane.

In order to spend more time with Han Lang, she hastily arranged things in advance and came to Shanghai ahead of time.

Besides, what I said was just a casual remark.

Isn't this just a suggestion? He, Han Lang, was so arrogant that he even threw face at himself.

What is this?

Li Qiuzhu knew that Han Lang had a good face, but even if he had a good face, he couldn't just leave like this.

Could it be that, as long as she, Han Lang, has a good face, can she, Li Qiuzhu, have a bad face?

Thinking of this, Li Qiuzhu became furious.

She originally thought of calling Han Lang and scolding him.

But in the end, she felt that she had done nothing wrong, even if she was wrong, Han Lang shouldn't treat her like that.

She was not happy to take the initiative to call Han Lang, even if she called to scold him, she would not be happy.

Let's see who can survive who?

Han Lang stayed in the dormitory that night and did not go out to talk on the phone.

It has been several days in the cold war with Lanfeier.

Liu Qiaoqiao had something to do at home, so she wasn't in the mood to talk about love at all.

Not to mention Li Qiuzhu.

Sister Hefang just ended yesterday, and she shirked something.

As for Sui Xiamian, it's not there yet.

Liu Dekai fiddled with some things on the computer at night, while Han Lang was reading a book.

The two didn't chat too much, and they had already talked a lot in the afternoon.

The night passed quickly, and on the last day of the holiday, students all arrived at school one after another.

Han Lang No. [-] found a classroom one day and worked on his product promotion plan in it.

In the busyness, time flies quickly.

Not to mention, this is not about love, and the work efficiency is much higher.

This afternoon, Lan Feier's exclusive phone finally rang.

"If I don't call you, you won't call me, will you?"

Lan Feier dialed the phone and said with a smile.

"I've been busy recently, I think it's better to spend time on study and projects."

"Maybe when someone suspects this or that again, it's not good."

Han Lang heard Lan Feier's tone much better, and probably understood that she hadn't found anything.

"Then what you mean is that it will be a waste of time to call me in the future."

Lan Feier said with a smile again.

"I didn't say that, don't blame me."

Han Lang said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, don't be mad."

"But after all, you have had an ambiguous relationship before, so it's normal for me to say a few words."

Lanfeier continued.

"It's normal. I don't blame you. I just want you to calm down and think about it."

Han Lang's mouth is always hard, there is no such thing as soft words.

Lanfeier was speechless.

Didn't he blame himself?

"Han Lang, I want to ask you, do you like me or not? I often feel that you don't like me."

"If you don't like me, you can tell me."

When a woman is in love, there will always be such an ultimate move.

What is the purpose of asking this sentence, men do not understand, maybe women themselves do not understand.

"Phil, don't you ask too much?"

"We have been together for so long, you should know how I treat you."

"Also, we've been together for so long, have I done anything excessive to you?"

"If this is not liking, then what should liking look like?"

This kind of topic, as long as the man doesn't want to break up, the answer is definitely affirmative and definite.

"ok, ok, I got it."

"Then I will study more in the future, improve myself more, and disturb you less."

"But you have to call me in two days, at least three days, okay?"

Lanfeier finally compromised and said with a smile.

She is not overly enthusiastic like Liu Qiaoqiao, nor is she too tired, but when a woman is in love, she must not be too tired if she wants to, that doesn't exist.

Three or 40-year-old women will fall into sweetness even if they fall in love, let alone these young women.

"Well, I'll call you whenever I'm free."

"You, don't think so much."

That's the end of the conversation, and Han Lang also felt that enough should be enough.

"Are you new to school?"

Han Lang will start to care about Lan Feier now.

"Well. Just arrived for a while."

"My parents also asked me how the two of us are doing now, but I'm not ashamed to say."

Lanfeier continued.

As soon as Han Lang heard Lan Feier talk about his parents, he suddenly felt bad again.

When you fall in love, just fall in love, why do you always involve your parents.

Haven't reached the point of discussing marriage yet?

. . . . . . . . .

Not long after, Han Lang received a text message from Liu Qiaoqiao, which probably meant that her family affairs were not over yet, and she might have to take two days off before returning to school.

Han Lang replied a text message to comfort her.

In the evening, Ouyang Qian called Han Lang and invited her to visit an activity of their school's literature club.

It was an event, but it was actually a group of young literary and artistic youths who found a classroom to listen to the lectures given by the president of the literary club of their department.

Han Lang felt that he had nothing to do, so he had a busy day today, so he agreed to Ouyang Qian.

It was a multimedia classroom, and there were quite a lot of students who came to participate in the activity.

Most of them should be freshmen, and there are some sophomores.

Han Lang and Ouyang Qian walked together, found a seat behind and sat down, Ouyang Qian brought a pen and paper, and a collection of poems, which belonged to their department.

Han Langben came to sit with him, and he didn't bring anything with him.

He doesn't really hate literary youths, but he doesn't like them either.

Most literary and artistic youths have the potential to be angry youths.

Always like fantasy, or pay attention to unrealistic romance.

Han Lang used to be a young man of literature and art, but later, he felt that it was too imaginary, and he felt that he should be more pragmatic in life.

As for writing articles and writing, or some other literary and artistic things, self-cultivation is okay, or it’s okay to take a break from the occasional busy time.

If you really do it as a career, you will easily fall into misunderstandings.

Those poets in ancient times, which one of them took writing poetry as a living, did nothing more than write a few strokes occasionally when they came into the mood.

Those scholars, which one doesn't have their own political ambitions, and they only want to make contributions.

It was only later that it was impossible to achieve it, so I used these small techniques to talk about comfort.

Not long after, a thin boy with shiny hair and a white shirt walked in from the front.

He wore a pair of rimless glasses and looked very refined.

"That is the president of our club. He published a book when he was a freshman, and it sold well."

"I read the book he wrote, and it's not bad."

Ouyang Qian explained to Han Lang.

"Oh!"

Han Lang was not very interested.

It is normal for a school like Fudan to have excellent students.

Just like yourself, if you start a company, isn't it good?

Make a fortune silently and it's over.

As for those false names, Han Lang didn't care either.

The senior in the shirt with shiny hair came to the front, put the book in his hand on the desk, and turned on the multimedia.

He raised his head and looked at the classroom again, just like a teacher.

Suddenly his eyes fell on Ouyang Qian, and then Han Lang.

Immediately he started to turn on the microphone and began to speak some official phrases.

Instead, I started to talk about the ppt I prepared, and talked about some things about literary creation.

"Actually, I think literature is not that complicated."

Han Lang didn't quite agree with the president's remarks, so he whispered to Ouyang Qian.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Ouyang Qian asked.

"Actually, whether it's poetry or novels, literary talents come from reading. I think literary works should be more about his thoughts, as well as the true feelings in them."

"Take "The Ordinary World" as an example. The language is so simple. In terms of literary talent, there are many more literary novels than his, but this affects his being a good literary work."

"The road is as simple as it is. Literary talents are at most the icing on the cake. This is like doing sales. When you say that you are doing sales, you must be able to speak well. Is it particularly good? In fact, it may not be."

"There are so many people in this world. Some people don't like sales that talk too much. Instead, they like sales that don't talk much, but can explain the product clearly and give people a sense of trust."

Han Lang said with a smile.

The president who was beaming at the lecture saw Han Lang and Ouyang Qian talking and laughing, and felt very uncomfortable.

The lecture ended soon, and after the end, several freshman girls gathered around to communicate with the president, and even ask for advice.

The president answered everything one by one.

"It seems that the president is very popular with girls."

Han Lang said to Ouyang with a playful smile.

"Yes, it is said that he has received many love letters."

Ouyang Qian said with a smile.

But she didn't say that the president had actually hinted to herself many times, but she always pretended not to know, and even deliberately refused.

After a while, the senior finally asked those admirers and walked to the side of Ouyang Qian and Han Lang.

"Ouyang, who is this?"

Among the many members, the president cares most about Ouyang Qian.Even if Ouyang Qian never asked the senior any questions.

"Oh, I'm a friend, not from our department."

"Senior Lu. This is Han Lang."

Ouyang Qian explained to the two with a smile.

"Hello, Senior Lu."

Han Lang greeted the president with a smile.

"Hi, do you like literature too?"

Senior Lu looked at Han Lang carefully, and said with a smile.

"Fortunately, Ouyang asked me to come with her, so I came."

Han Lang said with a smile.

He felt that there was something wrong with the way the senior looked at him. Out of a man's instinct, he felt that this senior was hostile to him.

"Oh, I see."

Senior Lu felt a little unhappy.

"Ouyang, this is the autographed book of a writer you like when I participated in the Shanghai Writers Association today. I give it to you."

Senior Lu didn't pay attention to Han Lang, instead he picked up a book and handed it to Ouyang Qian, and said with a smile.

Ouyang Qian didn't answer it, and it didn't matter if she didn't.

"Ouyang, since it's a book by an author you like, and Senior Lu is so caring, you can accept it."

Maybe it's because of a man's aggressiveness, Han Lang said with a smile.

. . . . . . . . .

As soon as Han Lang said this, Ouyang Qian really accepted the book.

Logically speaking, for Senior Lu, this is a good thing, but when Han Lang mentioned the gift, he instantly felt that it was meaningless.

But even so, he is easy to get angry, and he is a decent person.

"Ouyang, shall we go out for a walk?"

Han Lang felt that it was not enough, and said with a smile.

Ouyang nodded, and Han Lang took Ouyang Qian's hand directly, and walked out of the classroom swaggeringly.

Senior Lu's heart is bleeding.