Chapter 7 Coach Song, What a coincidence!
After he finished speaking, the team voice chat went completely silent.
After their impulsive outburst, the two men realized their mistake and became nervous, quickly trying to think of a way to remedy the situation.
The next second, Wen Zhi's avatar suddenly disappeared from the team list, and then she went offline.
Oh wow.
Ding Mingjun and He Jin were both taken aback, thinking that Wen Zhi was angry.
They quickly logged off the game, opened WeChat, and sent Wen Zhi a series of apologies.
Meanwhile, Wen Zhi, still in shock, accidentally touched the computer's main power switch.
With a soft "snap," the game screen vanished instantly.
Staring blankly at the black computer screen, he didn't react much, just staring at the image projected on the screen.
The face on the screen was white and small, with a smooth, pointed chin, round eyes with slightly upturned corners, and thin lips.
He looks like a perfectly normal person.
He... looks like a widow?
I was hoping to get some comfort from my roommate, but instead I heard an even more unacceptable term of endearment.
Perhaps because he had encountered too many outrageous things today, after sitting in front of the computer for a while, his mood gradually calmed down.
He thought despondently, "Being a widow isn't so bad."
On the bright side, if Song Juelan were to ask about his partner during a casual chat, he could simply say that the other person was dead, saving him the effort of making up a story.
Thinking about it this way, he gradually realized that the title wasn't so hard to accept after all.
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The next day, Wen Zhi slept until she naturally woke up, a rare occurrence, and then slowly got out of bed.
He didn't have any extracurricular classes today, so he was finally spared from being bombarded by countless dreadful alarm clocks and having to go out in the scorching sun.
He tidied himself up, pushed open the door, and heard cheerful music coming from the living room.
Xiao Tang was sitting alone in the living room, dancing along with the cartoon characters on TV.
It's called dancing, but it's really just wiggling your little bottom to the rhythm and then raising your chubby arms to spin around a few times.
Wen Zhi sat down at the dining table, eating breakfast while enjoying the little dumpling's performance, quite leisurely and carefree.
It has to be said that compared to most children, Xiaotang is very easy to take care of. She doesn't cry, make a fuss, or throw tantrums, and she's also very easy to talk to when problems arise.
Fortunately, Xiaotang is sensible; otherwise, he would have been left alone at home to take care of the child, and it's hard to say whether he could have managed.
Wen Zhi's hand suddenly stopped moving.
Wait a minute, why is his mindset getting closer and closer to that of a widow?
Even if you're just putting on an act in front of Song Juelan, there's no need to get into character so quickly.
He forcefully forked a piece of fried egg, put it in his mouth, his cheeks puffed out, and chewed slowly, his delicate eyebrows unconsciously furrowing.
Although his swimming lesson wasn't until tomorrow, the thought of seeing Song Juelan made him a little nervous, worried that he would give himself away in front of her.
Before he knew about this, he was able to face Song Juelan naturally, but now that he has decided to play the role in the other person's eyes, he feels uncomfortable no matter what.
He comforted himself, thinking that he would only see Song Juelan tomorrow anyway, and if he didn't say much to Song Juelan then, it would be fine, right?
Wen Zhi relaxed and quickly finished the breakfast on the table.
During the day, I spent some time at home watching cartoons with Xiaotang and building blocks. When the sun went down in the evening and the weather got a bit cooler, I decided to go out for a trip.
He had run out of fruit and snacks at home, so he planned to take Xiaotang to the supermarket to stock up on supplies.
As the evening glow painted the sky, crowds of people leaving get off work poured out of the subway station, hurrying home, while elderly people leisurely strolled downstairs with their grandchildren.
Wen Zhi guessed that the supermarket would be crowded at this time, so she planned to finish quickly.
Upon entering the supermarket, he placed Xiaotang in the child seat of the shopping cart and headed towards the snack section.
Besides buying all kinds of candies and cookies that Xiaotang usually likes to eat, they also wanted to buy potato chips that he often eats. The two lingered in the snack section for a long time and filled the shopping cart halfway.
After leaving the snack section with their purchases, they went to the beverage shelf and began carefully selecting milk.
These are things that both brothers need: Xiaotang because she likes sweet drinks, and Wenzhi because she still has a glimmer of hope of growing taller.
Xiao Tang leaned out of the shopping cart, stretched out her little arms, and put several bottles of sweetened milk into the cart.
Wen Zhi stroked her chin, examining which type of milk on the shelf had a higher calcium content.
Suddenly, Xiaotang's childish voice came from behind: "...Brother!"
Um?
Wen Zhi paused slightly as she reached for the milk, sensing something was amiss.
Xiao Tang never calls him "brother". When she was very young, she liked to call him "Zhi Zhi" like her parents did.
He wasn't fixated on being called "brother," so he never corrected the habit.
"What's wrong..." Wen Zhi responded subconsciously, turning her head around in confusion.
After seeing what was behind her, her beautiful eyes opened slightly, and the last word disappeared from her throat.
Beside the shopping cart stood a tall, upright figure, slightly bowing as if greeting Xiaotang in the cart.
The man was wearing a simple dark T-shirt, but it couldn't hide his superior figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, making him stand out from the crowd among the shelves.
"Brother Jue Lan!" Xiao Tang giggled happily.
Wen Zhi was caught off guard and met those deep black eyes looking at her, her back stiffening slightly.
He forced a slightly stiff smile and greeted the man in a tense voice.
"Coach Song, what a coincidence."
A note from the author:
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Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution!
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