Zhou Chu had already gotten on the motorcycle.

They even had their helmets on.

But in the end, Gao Qinyi still pulled him out of the car.

“Go back by yourself.” Gao Qinyi took off his helmet and put it on her own head: “I’ll ride my bike with Ranran on the back, you go and get a taxi.”

"Will you reimburse me for taxi fares?" Zhou Chu stood on the side of the motorcycle, watching Li Qiuran sit in his seat.

"No way, no way, no one can write books for so many years and then need someone else to reimburse them for a taxi ride, right?"

Despite saying that, she still took out her phone to transfer the money.

"No need, no need," Zhou Chu hurriedly stopped her.

He was just joking.

I never expected her to actually transfer money to me!

But after seeing the transfer interface...

He regretted it.

A full one hundred yuan!

He would never be a kept man.

Of course, if it's Gao Qinyi's gigolo, maybe it's worth considering.

"Keep this hundred yuan to buy some good food." Gao Qinyi didn't care about her objection.

According to her understanding, the best way to get through to Zhou Chu was to offer more money.

She had originally prepared to transfer three to five hundred yuan.

I never expected Zhou Chu to be so easily satisfied.

Of course, he was also aware of this, judging from Gao Qinyi's decisive transfer of funds.

Who knows, if I had been bolder, I might have achieved even more.

But it's not actually necessary.

Watching her ride away on her bike, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Zhou Chu patted the dust that had been kicked up in front of him.

As a seasoned loser, he was still self-aware.

If I can take the bus, I won't take a taxi.

Anyway, I'm not in a rush, and I've already finished today's chapter.

Due to a power outage at the school, the bus was already packed with students.

They all face the city center.

The school is without power, so escaping this isolated island shouldn't be a problem, right?

Zhou Chu squeezed forward two steps and finally found a slightly more spacious spot.

Then he raised his head.

He and the girl in front of him froze in place.

The girl turned around, her pretty face filled with surprise.

How unlucky can this be?

How did he manage to run into Ye Wan'er?

That's really awkward.

Especially after indirectly rejecting her, Zhou Chu always felt a strong sense of guilt.

Although nothing had actually happened, he felt as if he had let the girl down.

Ye Wan'er's face turned red rapidly.

Her ears quickly turned bright red.

Zhou Chu decided to walk further back, trying to avoid such strong and intense eye contact.

But he soon discovered...

There's no way to back up!

It's practically impossible to move an inch.

All I could do was give her a helpless look.

There was nothing I could do!

Otherwise, just get off at the next stop, even though this bus only comes once every half hour.

If all else fails, we can just take a taxi.

Ye Wan'er also subconsciously turned around, wanting to improve her posture of having her back to Zhou Chu.

This pose is terrible...

She did turn around.

But the posture was clearly worse.

To onlookers, they looked like a couple...

She could only lower her head, trying her best to avoid looking at Zhou Chu.

It took me a lot of effort to finally decide to forget this fluttering feeling. As long as I try hard enough, I'm sure I can forget it!

It was just a coincidence that we met on the bus.

As long as you calm down, nothing will happen.

A sudden stop.

Still in the process of making up her mind, she lost her balance and was about to fall forward.

Zhou Chu only stretched out one hand to support her shoulder.

This kind of ordinary help is nothing special.

After confirming that she was standing firmly, Zhou Chu withdrew his hand.

Somewhat slender arms.

Was I just caught by him?

Ye Wan'er could hardly believe her own feelings.

It was a hand much bigger than hers.

So this is what it feels like to be supported by such a hand.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

But then he discovered that, because they were so close, his nostrils were already filled with Zhou Chu's scent.

It had the same atmosphere as when we first met at the table tennis hall.

But my state of mind is completely different now.

"Hurry up and grab the handrail," Zhou Chu couldn't help but remind him, looking down at the railing.

If she just stands there like that, she might fall down at any moment.

I can't help her every moment.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Ye Wan'er responded several times in a panic.

The palm reaches back to grab.

It was an uncomfortable position, but at least I was able to grab the back of the chair.

"Young man, that's where you're wrong."

The old man sitting to the side suddenly spoke up.

They were all startled.

The old man had a face full of wrinkles, but he was in excellent spirits, giving the impression that he could chase after a bus for three kilometers.

He's the kind of witty old man you often see.

"Back in my youth, I was quite the Casanova," the old man said, leaning forward and getting closer to Zhou Chu. "You do have some of my looks back then, but you're just too timid."

Zhou Chu was speechless.

If he wasn't mistaken, the old man must have misunderstood their relationship.

But how can he explain this at this point?

Should we tell the truth?

He couldn't bring himself to say those words to Ye Wan'er, whose face was flushed with embarrassment.

No matter what you think, he could never say that.

"We're just ordinary classmates..."

Before he could finish explaining, the old man interrupted him.

"No need to explain. I understand." The old man waved his hand, adopting a knowing look: "Let me tell you, that's not how you treat girls. Like just now, you could have simply put your arm around her waist and pulled her into your arms."

What kind of terrible ideas are these?

If he really dared to do that, Gao Qinyi would probably tear him apart.

"A bit too fast?" The old man, with an air of "I'm so understanding," continued, "Then you should at least keep supporting her, right? Young girls need to be protected. What kind of man are you?"

"I understand, Grandpa." Zhou Chu nodded frantically.

Now that he's received a positive response, he should finally shut up, right?

Reality often contradicts hope.

The old man's expression can be summed up in one sentence: "Then why aren't you hurrying up?"

Zhou Chu definitely wouldn't make a move.

At this very moment.

He felt a sudden weight on his sleeve.

It turned out that Ye Wan'er had grabbed his sleeve with her other hand!

It's a very strange feeling.

He began to understand the old man's happiness.

The old man looked smug, as if he had successfully brought the couple together.

At that moment, he felt as if he had transformed into the matchmaker god who tied the red thread of fate.

But to Zhou Chu, he was just an old man who had nothing better to do than play matchmaker.

"Sorry, the car just wobbled a bit, and I instinctively..."

If Zhou Chu hadn't had such good hearing, he wouldn't have even heard Ye Wan'er's voice so softly.

She seemed very timid; her long hair fell down, just enough to obscure her expression.

It's so difficult to see clearly.

"What a tragedy!" Zhou Chu cried out in his heart.