Opponent debater, you talk nonsense

Chapter 8 Battle Shirt

The argument was followed by Han Rui, so he was more at ease. As for the follow-up offense and defense, he himself wanted to keep an eye on it, but Daiso was busy, so he had to let Song Shu and the others go.Even in the mock debate, they just randomly found a team and let them play it by themselves.

Soon at noon on Saturday, Song Shu gave away the head again, and put down the phone decadently.He has a debate in the afternoon, so he has to ask his roommate to borrow a suit.

"Fourth, didn't I tell you everything? Our student union will have a meeting this afternoon, and we have to wear formal clothes...Did you forget?" Li Mao poked his head out of the bed.

"Huh?" Song Shu said that he didn't remember it at all.

"So... regarding formal attire, you can figure it out yourself. My brother can't help you." Li Mao shrank back and went back to sleep.

Song Shu thought about it and sent Zhang Zhexi a WeChat message.

——Song Shu: Senior, can you lend me a formal suit?

——Zhang Zhexi:?

——Song Shu: I don't have formal attire, and I have a competition in the afternoon.

——Zhang Zhexi: (typing...)

On the other end (typing) for a long time, there was still no reply, and Song Shu was a little impatient while waiting.Suddenly, Han Rui's dialog box popped up.

——Han Rui: Don't bother Zhang Zhexi, he's going to the competition right away.

Song Shu: "???" I'm chatting with my senior, what's your business?

——Han Rui: You can borrow a set from your classmates.

——Song Shu: If I could borrow it, I would have already borrowed it!

——Song Shu: [The macho man sheds tears.JPG]

——Han Rui: [Touch your head.JPG]

Song Shu's eyes widened, and he felt that the emoji of this cute girl touching her head was very unsuitable for Han Rui.

——Han Rui: Where are you?

——Song Shu: Dormitory.

——Han Rui: Good.

Song Shu actually didn't quite understand what this good meant, but since Han Rui said "good", it probably meant "Leave this matter to me to solve".

The game was scheduled for 3:2 in the afternoon, and at 800:[-], Han Rui asked Song Shu to go downstairs to get a suit.When Song Shu went downstairs, Han Rui supported the pillar beside their dormitory building and panted heavily, as if he had just experienced a [-]-meter sprint or an [-]-meter long-distance race.

"You... what's next time, tell me sooner."

Han Rui handed the bag to Song Shu with obvious displeasure on his face.After all, Song Shu was wronged, and he didn't refute it in the end.He took the bag and looked inside:

"You didn't buy it for me, did you?"

Han Rui gave Song Shu a strange look: "Of course not."

After Song Shu finished asking, he also felt that his question was extremely stupid, and Han Rui was not his benefactor, so why did he buy clothes for him.

"Here are my clothes."

Song Shu: "???" Why do you think I can wear your clothes?

And... Song Shu was quite disgusted and grabbed the suit out: "Why does this suit look so flamboyant?" It was not an ordinary black style, and a few bamboo leaves were faintly embroidered with black thread on the hem of the clothes, which was careless. I can't see it at all.

Han Rui smiled: "Because this is a private order."

"Huh?" Is it so extravagant?

"I invited the most cutting-edge designers in the country to make it tailor-made. It took three months. I used German embroidery thread, hand-woven and embroidered, and the buttons were..."

"Okay, stop talking!" Song Shu threw the clothes back to Han Rui, "Don't dare to wear them anymore!"

"Hey, put on your jersey. Win this game."

Fight a ghost...

Song Shu went back to the dormitory and changed into a suit. The suit was too big and didn't fit very well, especially the trousers, which were very long.Song Shu gathered his clothes together, feeling that it was different from what he wore in other clothes, as if he could faintly smell the disgusting smell on Han Rui's body.Moreover, the feeling of being wrapped in Han Rui's clothes is like... the feeling of being hugged by Han Rui.

When Song Shu went downstairs to compete, Han Rui hadn't left yet. When he saw Song Shu coming down, he smiled unkindly: "I thought you were just a little short, but I didn't expect...that you weren't well-developed at all."

"Damn, will you die if you don't speak?"

Song Shu passed Han Rui angrily: "It's so annoying."

Han Rui followed behind cheekily: "Mr. Squirrel, slow down, take care of the old senior."

"roll."

"Student Squirrel, don't be like this. The senior borrowed your clothes to wear, and even went to cheer you up. Don't you show it?"

Song Shu turned around abruptly, and looked at Han Rui angrily: "Whatever you want, tell me quickly." Hate it, hate it, Song Shu never liked to owe favors.

"Well... I didn't think about it, I owe it first."

In fact, Han Rui didn't intend to ask for anything in return, he just wanted to tease Song Shu.He likes to see how Song Shu can't understand him and can't beat him.

"Row."

Han Rui went to watch the game with a stern face, which made the seniors in the judges' seat very embarrassed, afraid that Han Rui would be thrown off their chairs in the middle of the review.

Perhaps because of Han Rui's luck, or because Song Shu and the others were really well prepared, Song Shu and the others easily won this match.

"we won."

Song Shu felt confident, so he immediately took off his suit jacket and threw it on the table in front of Han Rui.This move was really meaningless, it was just Song Shu's eagerness to get rid of the relationship with Han Rui, and Han Rui chuckled, "Why don't you take off your pants?"

"I……"

Song Shu put on his coat listlessly again, feeling that he was really in a brain twitch all the time.

Han Rui called Zhang Zhexi and told Zhang Zhexi the good news.He was originally talking with a smile, but after listening to the other party for a long time, his tone gradually became a little anxious.Putting down the phone, Han Rui forwarded a red envelope of 88 yuan to Song Shu.

Song Shu: "???"

Han Rui: "Your senior Zhang asked me to give you rewards."

"What's wrong with him?" Song Shu keenly sensed something was wrong.

"Losing the game. Crying outside."

"what?"

A picture emerged in Song Shu's mind: On a cold afternoon in the north wind, a fat man in a black windbreaker squatted under the bridge wiping his tears, and he still called his superior to send money to his younger brother.Inexplicably some joy.

"You may only regard debating as a pastime after studying, but Zhang Zhexi really loves debating." Han Rui straightened his face and restored his serious face, "He is not the kind of person who is very talented, very distinctive, or He is a very talented debater, but he is serious. He has participated in more training camps and read more debate-related books than anyone in our school's debate team, but he... still can't be very good .In this pair competition, the opposing team was not even the main debater, so he still lost. He should have been hit hard. You don’t know, right? A few years ago, your engineering school debate team had a round of freshmen and intramural competitions. You, so his greatest wish is to help you win the championship this time in the freshman competition."

Song Shu inexplicably felt that the burden on his shoulders was a lot heavier, but he instinctively didn't want to carry it: "I think Lin Yuyang can carry the audience!"

Han Rui was expressionless: "Really, it's up to you. I'm going to comfort Zhang Zhexi now, do you want to come together?"

Song Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.