Chapter 182: The Blue Fairy Tale of Disillusionment: A Trace of Love
One ticket--
Two votes--
Three votes--
...
It seemed that my efforts were not in vain. The balls in the ballot box gathered more and more. One hundred students who voted on behalf of students looked at me seriously when they walked past me, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.
Can’t I, Han Qing, be beautiful?
I was originally a charming girl admired by thousands of people, but I was forced to come to this holy night when flowers were in full bloom, and then I was pushed to the bottom, just the most inconspicuous daisy.
"Let's see the results of the vote"
The host complimented and counted the balls in Li Qian's ticket box, and his flattering look made me feel sick to my stomach.
"Princess Qian's vote is 20, which is very high!"
"Bai Han 6 votes"
"Xu Xilei 4 votes."
.........
"Princess Yin Beisha has 22 votes!"
"Han Qing...22 votes!"
"hiss--"
The quiet scene made everyone take a breath as the host announced the results.
"Same number of votes!"
"Yes, Han Qing can actually stand side by side with Princess Bertha!"
"What should we do?"
“There is still one vote for Supreme!”
"Ye must choose Princess Bertha!"
"That's not right, Ye also likes Han Qing very much!"
"Nonsense, how could Ye like her?"
"Yes, although she saved Ye, she must have taken the opportunity to have plastic surgery."
The discussion gradually spread at a certain point, like rippling waves.
Yan Yeyi walked onto the stage handsomely, wearing a trendy casual outfit that exuded his unique charm, and his long brown hair showed his domineering attitude.
He walked up to Yin Beisha and me with an expressionless face. There was confusion in his pale pupils that I couldn't understand. We hadn't been together for just one day, and he was so strange in front of me that I was so far away from him.
I tried my best to pretend to have a natural expression, still maintained an elegant smile, and looked at him with sunshine.
For a second, I saw a hint of affection in his amber eyes, but it was quickly wiped away by indifference.
We looked at each other, one was so sunny and soothing, the other was as cold as a snow king prince
No one spoke. After a few seconds, Yan Ye raised his steps and walked straight to Yin Beisha.
The pink-yellow ball in his hand caught everyone's eyes like a slow-motion replay, and slowly slid into Yin Beisha's ticket box.
The whole scene seemed to be frozen at this second. My sunny smile was pulled down in embarrassment, and the sour feeling irritated my nose.