Chapter 17 Grapefruit-flavored wind

"Are you willing to let your wife be disfigured?!"

"Don't you feel bad?!"

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The owner of the repair shop was heartbroken and obviously felt more sorry for this mountain bike beauty than Kan Zhao.

SF9 is almost every man’s dream car, and it’s even brand new. He secretly denounced Kan Zhao for wasting such a great thing.

"A little bit." I don't know if Kan Zhao was being perfunctory or if he really felt that way. "Can you finish it before four o'clock? I'm in a hurry."

This car was a gift from Kan Zhenzhong.

Kan Zhao had done well on the English test. Kan Zhenzhong had heard from his English teacher that if Kan Zhao could keep up his form, he'd be almost certain to pass the IELTS. And Wang Hong hadn't complained to him in the past few days.

Kan Zhenzhong was so happy that he waved his hand and asked his secretary to buy a mountain bike of the brand that young people like most. He saw that Kan Zhao had been using his original bike for more than a year.

"Oh." The man answered very indifferently, feeling that Kan Zhao did not resonate with him at all.

Kan Zhao added a requirement: "The back seat must be able to bear a weight of 48 kilograms."

The man exclaimed, "So precise, giving your girlfriend a ride?"

no.

Kan Zhao's fingers holding the phone curled slightly, but inexplicably did not refute.

He had applied for a card here before and was considered a VIP customer. After making his request, the receptionist led him to the lounge.

The person who brought in the water was a girl, probably a relative of the store manager. She was wearing the school uniform of the high school next door. After all, the labor law prohibits the recruitment of child labor.

Her cheeks were a little red, and she stammered as she asked Kan Zhao what drink he wanted.

When pouring water, he was a little close to Kan Zhao, and Kan Zhao was a little uncomfortable with this kind of close contact with others.

"Water, thank you." He walked away calmly.

On WeChat, Qiao Yang asked him to play with others.

HZ: [Busy]

Qiao Yang sent a rolling emoji: [I'm busy too, and I still find time to play games with you] Call me handsome: [My grandpa brought something over today, I had to beg him to get it.]

Call me handsome: [You have to know that this is——]

His grandfather said a few days ago that he would come to Yicheng to see him. When Kan Zhao knew about this, he asked Qiao Yang to help.

HZ:[No.]

Call me handsome guy: [Okay]

The reason why Qiao Yang insisted on playing games with Kan Zhao was because he really couldn't find anyone else to play duo with.

It’s not that he is unpopular, it’s just that his and Kan Zhao’s ranks are too high, and FK ranking requires people of similar ranks to be matched together.

You have to know that the top students in Class 1 are both smart and hardworking, and the two of them were able to get into Class 1 only because their rich fathers gave them money. Of course, he admitted that Kan Zhao was better than him. After all, he did get into Nanhua on his own, even though he was the last one in the class.

Their families didn't have much hope for them either. They just wanted to stay out of trouble for three years and then go study abroad.

The others in the class were different. They had college entrance exams to prepare for, and a round of FK lasted about thirty minutes, leaving them with little time to waste. At most, they'd play a round or two when they got bored of studying. FK was also undergoing a season reset, so their rank wasn't very high.

Kan Zhao put on headphones and played a few games with Qiao Yang, and the interface popped up to CHAMPION.

There was a knock on the door. The male store manager pushed it open and raised his eyebrows: "The car is ready, go check it out?"

Kan Zhao left the team and went to the workshop with the store manager.

The frame lines are tough and smooth, the seats are consistent with the color of the entire body, and also use a bold color collision of black and red.

Kan Zhao touched the surface of the seat and found it soft and delicate.

"It's made of PU leather and filled with high-memory foam. It's also equipped with an anti-shock system to increase comfort."

"I added a few extra kilograms of weight in case your girlfriend is holding something in the car."

This time, Kan Zhao still didn't refute it. He just added some more money to the card.

I asked for Qiao Yang’s address on WeChat.

Qiao Yang gave a real-time coordinate.

After the whole family met with their grandfather, they went to the hotel where they had made an appointment for dinner. Kan Zhao looked at the distance and found that it was not far from the auto repair shop and would arrive in a few minutes.

Qiao Yang ran over from a distance with a big box in his hand. He was dressed well, but there was no way the old man would pay attention to his appearance. If he wore ripped jeans or something, he would definitely be beaten.

Qiao Yang panted: "I'm so tired." He handed the thing to Kan Zhao, "Here, what you want."

Kan Zhao took it and thanked him.

Qiao Yang said bluntly, "You should be grateful. You have no idea how difficult this process was. Oh, by the way. My grandfather said he also put some calming incense on it, which is quite useful."

The "hardships" he described were truly well-deserved. Qiao Yang's maternal grandfather came from a century-old family of medicine, and his grandfather desperately hoped that Qiao Yang would inherit his legacy. However, Qiao Yang had neither the talent nor the desire to do so. After many years, his grandfather reluctantly gave up the idea, and Qiao Yang also tried not to show off his "Chinese medicine" skills in front of his grandfather.

But a few days ago, when Kan Zhao asked him to ask his grandfather for some Chinese medicine to soothe his nerves, Qiao Yang was extremely reluctant. But when he heard Kan Zhao said he would give him the latest game console as a gift, Qiao Yang was very tempted.

I had no choice but to speak.

Sure enough, the things were about to arrive, but he had been listening to his grandfather talking about it for a long time from yesterday to today.

"Why do you want this thing? Does playing online games make you hyperactive and afraid of sudden death?"

Qiao Yang is obviously a bit of a screw-up.

Before Kan Zhao could reply, he looked around him and asked, "Where's Lin Qingxu?"

Then he answered himself, "I remember now. She is going to the studio today."

He suddenly thought of a question that had been on his mind for a long time but he always forgot to ask, "Kan Zhao, why do you call Lin Qingxu 'Lin Xiaoxiao'?"

"Guess." Kan Zhao hung the box on the handlebar.

"It seems like you have the best relationship with her, doesn't it?" Qiao Yang said with a "tsk". "I'm also a good friend of Lin Qingxu. I'll ask her myself later."

Just as Qiao Yang was about to turn around, he saw Kan Zhao's mountain bike out of the corner of his eye and exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

He circled the car a few times, "I didn't see the point of adding a back seat at first."

"SL9?! So cool! Where are you from?"

"Kan Zhenzhong bought it."

Qiao Yang decided, "I'll ask my dad to buy me this for my next birthday."

Kan Zhao glanced at the time on his watch and stopped arguing with him.

"It's almost time, I'll go pick her up first."

"Ahhh. Go ahead then." Qiao Yang watched the man turn away without mercy on his bike, and subconsciously thought of the phrase "forgetting friends for a beautiful woman" in his head. But then he felt something was wrong. Lin Qingxu was also a good friend of theirs. But Lin Qingxu was beautiful, and Qiao Yang was confused. So, was she a beauty or a friend?

The sun was setting slightly in the west, and the evening breeze gently stepped on the clouds, passing through the orange afterglow.

When Kan Zhao arrived downstairs at the studio, there were still five minutes before the get out of class ended.

He took out his phone and opened the pinned WeChat post.

HZ: [I'm here.]

After a few seconds, the other party's message popped up.

LQX: [Hmm... I think you'll have to wait a little longer. The teacher is reviewing our paintings, and there are still quite a few people at the back who she hasn't finished looking at yet.]

HZ:[line]

Lin Qingxu has very good basic skills, but the teachers in the institution always say that her writing is cold and the creatures she draws have no soul.

This time, I drew a figure sketch, and the teacher couldn't help but nod and praise it. "The brushwork is delicate, the lines are smooth, and the shading is well-handled. Most importantly, the emotions are so rich this time, it seems to be overflowing. Very good."

It seems to be overflowing...

Very different description.

The classmate next to her also turned to look at the painting. She was stunned and asked, "Is this a new and unpopular celebrity? Why do I feel like I've never seen him before? Is he your favorite?"

She thought the person in the painting was her idol Lin Qingxu.

It’s Kan Zhao.

Is he his brother? They don't seem to be related by blood.

Friends? That seems a bit of an emotional understatement.

A childhood sweetheart? That sounds weird.

A difficult question to answer.

So Lin Qingxu just shook his head and said nothing.

Because of the assessment, the class was delayed for about ten minutes. When Lin Qingxu came down from the building, Kan Zhao was wearing a mask, leaning on his bicycle with his legs propped up on the ground. He was carrying a large box and playing with his phone in one hand.

As if by intuition, Lin Qingxu had just stepped over the last step when she saw Kan Zhao look up and meet her gaze.

He took the schoolbag from her.

"Is there any water? I'm quite thirsty."

"Yes." Lin Qingxu bent down, opened his schoolbag, and took out a bottle of unopened mineral water.

"You didn't drink today?"

"Drink it. I brought this bottle for you."

"oh."

Kan Zhao unscrewed the bottle cap and drank half of it. He slung Lin Qingxu's backpack over one shoulder and put the box back on the handlebars.

The handle is biased to the right by gravity.

"Let me take this." Lin Qingxu said proactively.

The load wasn't very heavy, and Kan Zhao rode very steadily. He didn't deliberately go over speed bumps today. He was like that before, refusing to go on smooth roads.

Sometimes Lin Qingxu had to hold his waist tightly.

This is really bad fun, just like when we were kids, I would deliberately catch frogs and slugs to scare her.

Lin Qingxu suddenly remembered that his classmates in the studio had just praised Kan Zhao for his warm and enthusiastic smile.

Kan Zhao actually smiled more often when he was little, but that only lasted until junior high school. After entering high school, he started to act a bit aloof in front of others, or as adults would say, more calm.

Qiao Yang secretly told her that Kan Zhao was just pretending to be cool.

Girls all like cool guys. His goddess is just like that. Qiao Yang secretly accused Kan Zhao of having found a shortcut to popularity long ago.

Lin Qingxu did not expose his attempt to repair his broken heart through petty slander.

There was a red light ahead, and Kan Zhao slowly stopped the car.

But due to inertia, Lin Qingxu couldn't help but bump into his back, but it didn't hurt.

She blinked and found that the evening breeze smelled like grapefruit.