The people in the audience were very excited to watch the fun, and their faces were filled with gossip. But Wang Lian could not laugh when he stood on the stage.

He couldn't come up with a proof, and he couldn't splash the dirty water back again. He could only stand in a daze, unable to say a word.

Kou Qiu looked calm and asked, "Student Wang? Do you have anything else to say?"

......

The defense cannot be achieved.

Going another way.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lian suddenly blinked. Behind the thick lenses, there were two lines of tears, which were brushed down his cheeks.

Kou Qiu's black man was confused.

Why did you suddenly cry?

"Aren't you just trying to humiliate me?" Wang Lian was trembling all over, straightening his neck, shouting at Kou Qiu. His body shrank like a shrimp, looking pitiful and sad, as if he was bullied by a huge amount. "Yes, my family doesn't have the ability of you, so I can't get any proof!"

He gritted his teeth and his voice suddenly became soft.

"My parents are just ordinary farmers... I finally gave me to college. I got up at 4 a.m. every day. I read books in the study room and saw that at twelve o'clock in the evening. I worked hard to ensure the quota for graduate school..."

This sudden wave of misery made Kou Qiu stunned.

...What's the situation?

Wang Lian became more and more sad as he spoke, and he was already crying, "I have no background in the future, so I am not as good as you. Do you deserve to be humiliated by you?"

no.

Old Cadre Kou finally saw this routine clearly - this is not just a miserable place, it is a miserable thing.

The way of selling miserables can be said to have a long history. People may have the nature of sympathizing with the weak in their genes. From time to time, you can see a contestant crying at the camera, crying at the camera, talking about his dreams for many years and the white hair of his parents' vicissitudes. It is best to have an elderly person who often cannot afford to be sick at home. If not, then it is best that he will have depression and always struggle with himself.

If this is not the case, how can it be highlighted?

Unfortunately, Kou Qiu didn't plan to be the mentor who turned around for him.

This is not the entertainment industry, no one takes the "I am the world's number one poor little" style.

"Student Wang," Kou Qiu said lightly, "You're off topic."

The young people on the stage were still crying. After watching for a while, Old Cadre Kou finally couldn't help but step forward and sternly educated: "Stand up! I'm crying, what do you think!"

This was like a famous saying by the director of the middle school teaching, and it actually had a strong deterrent power. Wang Lian was so scared that he burped loudly, looking at him, his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Mr. Kou has been holding back his education for a long time, but now he still can't help but go online and educates seriously, "Right is right, wrong is wrong, there is nothing to be quibbling. We are on stage this time to tell everyone the truth, not to compare who is worse. What's the use of you avoiding the problem like this?"

Wang Lian stared at him, tears blurred his face, and the heat sprayed from his nose covered his glasses with white air. He took off his glasses, wiped them with his sleeves, and said, "Who is selling miserable? - Unfair means unfairness. Are you bullying others with your power?"

But the students sitting in the audience were all serious and top students. Although they didn’t know anything else, they saw a lot of these routines, and no one liked to sell miserable little white flowers, so they didn’t respond. Kou Qiu raised his eyebrows and said, “Student Wang, we are now discussing the issue of academic fraud. They all say that specific analysis of specific issues, academic fraud has nothing to do with what kind of profession your parents are engaged in – this is not considered off-topic?”

Wang Lian was stunned for a moment.

"What's more, from the beginning, Wang insisted that it was me who was accused of academic fraud," said Mr. Kou, with his hands behind his back, "If it corresponds to the court, I am the defendant and Wang is the plaintiff. Why did Wang start to explain how unpleasant his childhood life was when he saw that he could not prove my crime?"

He shook his head, feeling quite sad.

"We all say that youth is the future of the motherland and the hope of the country - if our generation dares not even talk about this responsibility, then how can we talk about building socialist modernization? How can we truly revival? Classmate Wang, do you think that this time you lie, you lose your own people? No, you lose our generation, the people of the entire country!"

The laughter from the audience caused a sensation and many people applauded.

What I said is that if you should, just argue. It’s not the heroine of a romance drama. Are you waiting for the hero to come and get you back?

Wang Lian was confused. Before he could recover from the height of embarrassing the whole country, he seemed to be shocked by him and could not even say a word. His eyes subconsciously glanced at the bottom of the stage. After seeing one of the boys' obvious gloomy faces, he shivered suddenly and stopped talking.

The expression of that man has already explained everything.

The opponent turns the tables, and even if he struggles to death, what's the use? The dirty water falls down by himself from beginning to end, and it doesn't matter to that person at all. The man is innocent, and only his face is blue and pale.

After a while, he whispered in a hoarse voice: "It's my fault."

Old Cadre Kou finally got a little more excited and patted him on the shoulder, "Isn't that enough? A man and a real man do things one by one, what can't be overcome?"

Wang Lian looked at him in surprise, and was really shocked. His lips trembled and asked, "You... are you just like that, aren't you angry?"

——He originally thought that Yu Jian would torture him a few more times, so that he would not come to Taiwan at all. He might as well ask for some spiritual compensation.

But there wasn't. The young man opposite was obviously not old, but when he held his hands behind his back, he forced himself to have the aura of his senior and said, "Young man."

There is a chance to be forgiven.

Wang Lian was stunned.

Even Qi Yue in the audience couldn't help but be stunned. She was silent for a while and had to admit reluctance that if this matter was to be exposed to him, it would definitely not be so easy to break up. Yu saw that this person was not only smart but also good at studying, but also somewhat tolerant.

He sighed softly and suddenly realized that the boy beside him had straightened his body.

Qi Yue was stunned.

“……Brother Tong?”

The boy stood up suddenly, his voice loud and clear, and he headed straight towards Kou Qiu on the stage.

"I want to ask," he said, "can you explain, what's going on with you and Yan Zhuo?"

Qi Yue was really shocked, "Brother Tong!"

What is this saying? You are also a boyfriend, and there is no difference between you and Yu Jian. Besides, sexual orientation... Where can you get it in public now?!

He was shocked and helpless, knowing that this young master who was spoiled a little on weekdays was probably angry at this moment. Seeing that the people he sent before were useless, he simply came up and argued by himself. However, this kind of confrontation has to be chosen for a chance. Yu Jianshe’s academic fraud is a serious problem, which affects the reputation of the school. If there is a clear regulation, it can naturally be put on the table. But sexual orientation is just a personal choice. Moreover, there is no law to prohibit it at present, which has gradually become a phenomenon accepted by most people.

How can these two be confused?!

He looked at Kou Qiu on the stage with complicated eyes.

I asked directly.

How to deal with this?

In fact, when Kou Qiu stood on the stage, he could clearly see countless faces turning towards him. He couldn't see the expressions on those faces. Perhaps some people felt disgusting, and some could support them, but in fact, they were just erratic shadows.

He hadn't expected everyone to support him.

Kou Qiu moved his feet and took a step forward. His fingers slowly circled around the microphone and took a deep breath.

“—That’s what I’m going to say, the next question.”

The auditorium was silent, so quiet that you could hear the slight trembling in his voice. Kou Qiu held Mike tightly and said, "Yan Zhuo?"

Yan Zhuo from the audience stood up from the crowd and looked at him without blinking.

"--I am here."

Kou Qiu shouted again, the line of the echo did not tremble, and his voice was firm, "Yan Zhuo?"

The young man's eyes were deep, and he also looked back with countless feelings in his mouth, "Yes."

"Yan Zhuo..." Old Cadre Kou looked at him, and the last bit of uneasiness in his heart was so hot that he was so hot that he was so cold that he could pull out his silk. Kou Qiu paused, "What I chose is your soul, not your gender."

"Think about it," he paused and said softly, "will you be my lifelong companion?"

“…”

After a brief silence, the auditorium was like a drop of water splashing into the boiling oil, and it exploded completely!

There were all kinds of voices below, but Yan Zhuo's chest suddenly fluttered, almost unable to wait for a second. He stepped forward, without saying a word, stretched out his hand, and held every word in his arms. The two were so close that Yan Zhuo could hear the thumping sound of his heart.

It's as fast as a galloping horse.

Kou Qiu also heard it. He stretched out his hand and pushed the person away a little and asked, "Yan Zhuo?"

It's okay, this heartbeat feels like it's about to explode.

Brother Yan hugged him tighter.

"It's okay," he said vaguely, "I just-"

Just happiness.

Yan Zhuo has lived for more than twenty years and rarely feels this kind of happiness that makes him almost unable to help himself. The few times he feels it was brought to him by the person in front of him.

What's scary?

His hands were placed on the other person's back, and his nose was filled with a familiar light fragrance, and Yan Zhuo's eyes suddenly became a little blurred.

——Even if you drop out of school or go abroad.

Even if it is on the opposite side of everyone.

This sounds very childish, like the unreliable eternity promised by kindergarten kids - but Yan Zhuo really feels that his eyes are small and his heart is.

It is enough to be able to see this person and to be able to hold this person even if you walk in the eternal night.

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When Kou Qiu stepped down, many students gathered around, apologizing for saying bad things about him without evidence before, and mixed with the voice of girls asking them to cheer for their relationship to a higher level - Kou Qiu listened to all of this, turned his head and smiled at them.

Yan Zhuo stood in the backstage waiting for him. He hurriedly walked over and took the young man's hand.

"Now, it's okay."

Yan Zhuo also smiled, held it back hard, and there was still a bubble of joy that could not contain the joy, "Yes."
To be continued...