Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "I don't like men"...

After dinner, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Tao Ning stood at the gate of the yard for a while, his fair face slightly wrinkled, as if he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about, idiot? Today is almost over. If the mission isn't completed, I won't show any mercy. Humph! I still remember when you wanted me to work the night shift last time."

Tao Ning said sincerely, "I'm sorry... I calculated that he went to the county town around six o'clock and it would take him two hours to get back. I write at a speed of about 28 to 30 words per minute. If I had enough time, I could write a 3,500-word love letter, but there are other uncontrollable factors and uncertain probabilities..."

The system melon seeds fell again:

[Dumb, how do you know he went to the county town? How many words can you write?]

Tao Ning smiled sheepishly, a faint dimple forming at the corner of her mouth. "I guessed. The clothes he brought back last time, I saw them in the county town mall in early June last year... So I guess he went to the county town this time too."

"I should be able to write a full 2,500 words."

[Huh? That means I've missed a thousand words.]

Tao Ning walked back while chatting with it, "I didn't learn Chinese well. I wrote too much... It's not good."

System Question: [How bad is it?]

Then it saw—

Tao Ning, who never changed his expression when doing math, physics and chemistry, now looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

After spreading out the neatly arranged letter paper, he opened two books: a book called "1000 Examples of Golden Sentences in National Compositions" and another called "Collection of Good Words and Sentences in 2012 College Entrance Examination Compositions".

The young man sat upright at the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote while flipping through the textbook. The system watched him write the whole time, and the content surprised it, an artificial intelligence that had never been in love!

[Dear Zhao Jingqun…]

The boy paused for a moment, remembering the man said he was older than him, so he wrote again:

[Dear Brother Zhao Jingqun, my name is Tao Ning. I’m eighteen years and three months old. I live in Unit 2, Group 12, Huangmeng Village, Yunwu County…]

Stop, stop, stop!

The system interrupted him in time, and even this artificial intelligence couldn't stand it anymore.

[Hey, idiot, are you writing a love letter or a letter of introduction to yourself?]

Tao Ning was stunned for a moment, her expression slightly downcast, and her rosy lips unconsciously pursed, "I'm sorry, I didn't write it."

But many years ago, he received many love letters.

Every day when he opened his drawer in class, he would be overwhelmed by all kinds of love letters, bread, snacks and other things. After class, many people would come to play with him or ask him questions.

But Tao Ning had never opened those things, so she didn't know how to write a love letter.

The system looked at his dazed look and sighed. The road to mastering the strategy was long and arduous. It really couldn't count on this idiot. It also understood what he meant when he said he was afraid of writing too much.

But this is too bad!!

But the young man lowered his head, his palm-sized face full of sincerity, his bright eyes gradually dimmed, revealing a little bit of grievance. When people saw him, they just wanted to hold him in their arms and coax him.

The system's operating mechanism suddenly jammed.

【Actually...it's pretty well written.】

Please continue writing.

Tao Ning's dull eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

[Of course it's true, but I don't know if he'll accept it. Write it quickly, it's already 7:15.]

So Tao Ning buried his head and continued writing, writing every stroke very carefully. In the small room, the cool evening breeze blew in, and the rustling sound was endless.

It was not until nine o'clock that Tao Ning finally stopped writing. He put the love letter on a brown paper envelope with the six words "To Brother Zhao Jingqun" written on it.

But until now, there was still no sign of Zhao Jingqun's men, so Tao Ning applied medicine on her knees. The bruises on her knees had not faded yet and still looked terrible.

He lit another plate of mosquito coils, and a light smoke rose in the room. Finally, he felt at ease to go take a shower.

When Tao Ning came out wiping her hair, Zhao Jingqun had already returned. He was leaning against the door frame, one of his long legs bent, with a cigarette in his mouth. Unlike the light smoke from the mosquito coil inside, the smoke from the burning cigarette butt was thick and pungent.

It seems to be as dangerous as the owner of this highly irritating cigarette.

The man's emotionless gaze swept over, almost flashing by, and his tone was not good: "I bought clothes specially for you, why are you wearing like this again...Is your injury still not healed?"

Tao Ning, who was wearing shorts, was stunned for a moment, and her attention was diverted again: "...So you bought this specially for me?"

Realizing he had let something slip, Zhao Jingqun cursed under his breath. After a moment, he stamped out his cigarette and stiffly changed the subject, "I found something and put it on your desk."

Then I went back to my room.

Tao Ning said "Oh" softly and followed him into the house. As soon as he entered, he saw the mobile phone on the table.

The moment he saw the cell phone, Tao Ning was stunned. He touched it lightly. The cell phone was a brand he recognized. Tao Yuan also used this brand, but it was very cheap.

He didn't know much about these expensive things, so he didn't know how much this phone cost, but it looked better than his sister's.

Tao Ning asked in surprise: "Did you pick this up?"

Zhao Jingqun sat on the bench, his hands on the back of his head, leaning against the wall. He looked a little tired, even his flamboyant red hair had dulled. He said "hmm" calmly.

The man looked calm, but the hand on the back of his head was tightened, and the bulging veins revealed his turbulent emotions at the moment.

Tao Ning believed him, carefully withdrew her hand, and praised him earnestly, "You are amazing to have picked up such a good phone."

Hearing this, Zhao Jingqun opened his eyes and stared at him, like a resting lone wolf staring at his prey, and the lone wolf's prey rewarded him with sweet words.

After a long while, the man said in a low and hoarse voice: "I have a lot of cell phones. I found this one and I'm giving it to you."

He deliberately emphasized the word "picked up".

Tao Ning hurriedly said, "Thank you, but I can't take it. The phone is too valuable. I've already taken your clothes and medicine..."

Hearing him mention the clothes again, Zhao Jingqun's face darkened slightly, and her eyes moved away from his white legs unnaturally, "If you don't want it, I'll throw it away."

Tao Ning was stunned for a moment, "It would be a shame to throw it away."

"Then you take it."

"But……"

Before he could finish, Zhao Jingqun suddenly stood up and walked over, picking up his phone and pretending to throw it out. Seeing this, Tao Ning hurriedly hugged his arm and said, "I'll take it! Don't throw it away, it's a waste..."

However, before he could hold her for a few seconds, the man whose arms he was holding seemed to be burned. He quickly shook him off and stepped back. The tips of his ears, which were hidden by the hair on both sides of his cheeks, turned a faint red.

"Don't touch me." The man's voice lowered a few degrees.

"sorry."

Seeing the young man dejected, the man suddenly remembered the injustice he had suffered during the day. His fingers curled up uncontrollably a few times, and he coughed and said, "He Yan and his sister will leave tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Something happened at home."

"oh."

But what Tao Ning didn't know was that the screen of the phone in the man's pocket hadn't yet gone dark, and on it were several cold messages that could be felt even through the screen -

[Take He Yan and his siblings back home tomorrow. If they don't come, I have plenty of ways to make them leave on their own.]

The recipient replied quickly, "Mr. Zhao, don't be impulsive! I'll pick them up tomorrow."

[Yes, come pick me and Zhao Jingsui up the day after tomorrow.]

[Mr. Zhao, didn't you say you'd stay for at least half a month?]

[Young Master Zhao? ...]

Zhao Jingqun came back to his senses, only to see the young man already walking towards the desk. He wondered what he was looking for, maybe the book he read last time?

Before he could think about it, the boy came over again. He was not wearing glasses after taking a shower. His skin was as smooth as milk, white and glowing. His thick and curled eyelashes were trembling all the time, and he seemed very nervous.

When his eyes with light brown pupils looked at him, Zhao Jingqun quickly looked away, his heart pounding.

What does this idiot want to do?

Zhao Jingqun felt a sense of panic in his heart. The next moment, a brown paper envelope appeared before his eyes, followed by the young man's soft and clear voice saying:

"Zhao... Zhao... Zhao Jingqun, please... accept my love letter..."

With a loud boom, Zhao Jingqun felt as if thunder had exploded in his ears after these stumbling words were uttered. Unable to believe it, he asked with a turbulent mixture of emotions, "What...did you say?"

The boy was very nervous as it was his first time doing such a thing. He quickly lowered his head and dared not look at him. He mustered up the courage to say it again, "Please accept my love letter!"

He lowered his head and could only see the man's muddy sneakers. At this moment, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It wasn't until some time had passed that Tao Ning heard the man in front of her say stiffly, "I don't like men."