Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Sneaking up on the warmth of alcohol is turning into cold sweat.

Tangzhou even held his breath and his limbs didn't move.

He stared at Azhao, like a gambler awaiting trial.

Ninety percent of the ideas in my mind were reprimanding why I didn't hold back and why I didn't calm down.

But ultimately there is a little bit of space left to retain the best of luxury.

What if?

What if the young lady is in a good mood today and talks well?

Tangzhou even secretly thought in his heart that he was willing to push his luck for many years to come, tonight, and nod his head at the young lady.

The wind didn't dare to blow into this nervous little corner.

The noise and laughter in the lobby is far more like in another world.

Tangzhou is spilling sweat beads on the tip of his nose.

“Sure. ”

Softly, like a ray of light in a thick cloud, like a silent, dark night.

The rigid magic curse was broken.

His heart beat again, the wind passed through the world again, and the noise in the lobby sounded clearly in his ear.

He's alive.

Tangzhou's eyes lit up.

Zhao couldn't help but look.

The teenager's face in front of him reveals the most genuine joy.

He looked at himself, almost devout and careful: "Am I listening right? Miss?”

Zhao's heart suddenly softened.

Or, for a male lead, her heart never hardened.

She revealed a smile.

This is the first time Tangzhou has ever seen a young lady smile so unreserved towards herself.

Just to him alone.

“Of course, but I'm very demanding of my partner.” Zhao joked.

Watching Tang Zhou still stunned, didn't know to move, A Zhaoxin felt funny.

She took the initiative to raise her hand and hand it over.

“Mr. Tangzhou, how long are you going to let your girlfriend stand here alone? ”

At this moment, there was also a gentle song in the lobby.

It's a little night song, light and gentle.

Tangzhou looked back and laughed.

He solemnly, devout, held the hand he had handed over, bent over, bowed his head, and kissed gently on it.

Afterwards, slip into the dance floor that belongs to both of them, grabbing the moon's waist in front of them.

……

After many years and many years, Tangzhou has become a man that many people admire.

A reporter interviewed him: "Mr. Tangzhou, what is the best memory of your life? ”

Men who are no longer young look far away and seem to recall something, with tenderness that no one can ignore in their eyes: "The most dance. ”

He didn't say anything about dancing, or who he danced with.

It's a secret between him and her.

Such sweetness, he just wants to hide forever in the deepest and most precious part of his heart, and he doesn't want to share it with anyone.

……

After that dinner, the relationship between Tang and Azhao didn't seem to change much.

She's still the tallest young lady.

He was also the teenager who, apart from being a good grader, didn't have a strong presence in the class.

But it seems to have changed somewhere.

Her attitude towards him did not seem to have been as politely alienated from the others.

When you can't find something, take a look at his notes, occasionally you can't find anything, and borrow a pen from him.