Chapter 20 I like him.
Before leaving for class the next day, Gong Huai stood in the cloakroom and picked for a long time. Finally, he chose a shirt with a refreshing color and sprayed two kinds of perfume on it.
After packing up, he stood in front of a row of car keys, his fingertips slowly running across the G-Class, Bentley, and Ferrari.
Finally, Gong Huai's eyes fixed and he picked up a Rolls-Royce key.
After arriving at school, Gong Huai walked into the classroom with an imposing aura. This time, he didn't choose to sit in the front or back row next to Ning Zhiran, but walked directly to the empty seat next to Ning Zhiran, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
Ning Zhiran turned to look at him, frowning.
Gong Huai curled the corners of his mouth at him.
Ning Zhi turned her head expressionlessly, completely ignoring Gong Huai.
At this time, the classroom door was pushed open again. It was Chen Yan who came to attend the class. He glanced around and fixed his eyes on the front row of the classroom.
Hey, why are Xueba and Gong Shao sitting side by side?
Chen Yan was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his face turned red. He coughed lightly, walked over, and sat down next to Gong Huai.
Afraid that Ning Zhiran would hear, Chen Yan took out his cell phone and typed quickly on WeChat. After sending the message, he nudged Gong Huai with his elbow.
Chen Yan: Brother, have you figured it out? Are you ready to take the initiative?
Chen Yan: Go after love boldly, I will always support you
Gong Huai looked down at his phone screen and his face darkened.
Gong: I don't like him. You're overthinking it.
Chen Yan shook his phone and made a "yo yo yo" sound with his mouth, with an expression that said "just believe it yourself", and secretly gave Gong Huai a thumbs up.
Gong Huai: “…”
He didn't bother to pay attention to Chen Yan. His eyes were fixed on the podium, but his heart was on Ning Zhiran.
...I don’t like Ning Zhiran.
I just don't like him scolding me every day.
He has to like me. I deserve it.
This is not called liking, this is called strategy.
This is called conquest.
The class started soon. While listening to the lecture, Gong Huai was thinking about the evil plan he had made last night.
Just as I was thinking about it, the professor suddenly slammed the table and said, "We are going to start the group case study today. We will work in pairs and the case study will be submitted in two weeks. The questions will be randomly distributed later."
Work in groups of two.
The opportunity has come.
Gong Huai ignored Chen Yan beside him and prepared to give Xiao Tu Ya a chance to be in the same group with him.
Gong Huai: "Finn, let's be a team."
The tone didn't sound like a question, but more like a pre-stamped "You can only choose me."
Ning Zhiran glanced at Gong Huai. He didn't want to give the pretender another chance to write a biography about the king, so he refused directly: "No, Gong Huai."
Gong Huai was stunned, as if he had been slapped silently.
He didn't expect that this guy was even more difficult to deal with than the bottom in gay novels, and he was even more upset by the word "no".
Chen Yan just heard Ning Zhiran's refusal, and glanced at Gong Huai's expression, and comforted him with a gloating look:
"Brother, I'm in the same group with you, hahaha."
Gong Huai leaned back in his chair in dissatisfaction, crossed his arms, and watched Ning Zhiran choose a group with a Dubai guy named Ray.
Okay, little bunny. Today, the day you reject me, is the beginning of your homosexuality.
Just wait and see.
For today's class, Gong Huai deliberately left ten minutes early.
He walked to the parking lot, looked around, and finally stopped at Ning Zhiran's small Toyota.
He had made up his mind yesterday: since Ning Zhiran couldn't judge people well, he would create an opportunity to force him to take a closer look at who was the person who could truly provide him with convenience.
Since you rejected me, don't blame me for following the plan.
Gong Huai walked to the side of the car, and after confirming that no one was around, he took out a Swiss Army knife, flipped it open, and with a "hiss" sound, the tire instantly deflated.
Ning Zhiran had no idea that his car had been destroyed.
Before she knew it, it was time to end the class. Ning Zhiran was browsing her phone, humming a song, and walking slowly towards the parking lot.
Open the car door, get in, start the engine——
Can't hit it.
Do it again.
The engine barely started, then died within two seconds.
Ning Zhiran was stunned for a moment, and tentatively stepped on the accelerator, only to find that the tire pressure warning light was on on the dashboard.
Huh? What's going on?
Ning Zhiran quickly pushed the door open and got out of the car. He walked quickly to the front wheel and took a look.
The tire just stuck to the ground like a deflated balloon.
“…”
Why is the tire flat?!
Ning Zhiran's blood pressure soared, and he rubbed his forehead with one hand. How was he going to get home? Where could he get a tire repair? He wasted money again!
Just then, his ears moved and he heard a familiar voice.
"Finn?"
There was a hint of concern at the end of the tone: "Are you in trouble?"
Ning Zhiran looked up and saw Gong Huai standing five meters away, facing the light, with his hands in his pockets, looking like he was just passing by, with a perfectly polite smile on his face.
I'm so annoyed, why is Gong Gou here?
Ning Zhiran scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Ah, my tire is flat."
Gong Huai walked over and squatted beside Ning Zhiran, supporting his knee with one hand and looking down at the tire carefully.
"Your car definitely can't be driven." Gong Huai said casually.
Ning Zhiran felt a headache after hearing this: "What should I do? I have something else to do later."
What's up? Are you waiting to go back live and chat with me?
Gong Huai lowered his head and smiled.
He raised his eyes to look at Ning Zhiran, his gaze slowly settling, his tone still gentle: "Are you anxious?"
"I'm anxious. I'm so anxious."
"Then you drive my car."
"Huh?" Ning Zhiran thought she had misheard. "Mr. Gong Huai, are you kidding?"
Gong Huai didn't look away for a second, and continued slowly, "Your tire can't hold up anymore, it needs to be towed away for repairs. Chen Yan's family has a car dealership in Richmond, I'll ask them to come and take care of it, and I'll have them replace the tire for you."
Ning Zhiran's eyelids twitched. The car dealership in Richmond was extremely expensive. It was all about family members ripping off family members. They specifically targeted the second generation of rich people who had children left behind. Their social attributes were more important than their money-making attributes. How could he bear to part with them?
The corner of his mouth twitched. "That's going to cost a lot of money, right? No thanks. I'll think of another way."
"You are my classmate, and even more so Chen Yan's classmate." Gong Huai said softly, "How dare he charge you more money? Don't worry."
In fact, Gong Huai had already planned it out.
Ning Zhiran's little Toyota probably has many safety hazards.
After finding someone to tow the car back, I can use this as an excuse to check the car inside and out at my own expense, and replace any hidden dangers.
The tires need to be replaced with the best ones, and the brake pads should be changed. The interior needs to be refurbished, cleaned with ozone, and the window film should be reapplied. Later, you can find any excuse to get away with it, such as "Chen Yanjia Car Dealership is having a promotion, free for students."
He was ready and just waiting for Ning Zhiran's nod.
But Ning Zhiran was still hesitating, with a frown on his face, as if he was weighing something.
Gong Huai smiled.
This little fool.
Gong Huai took out the car keys from his pocket and opened his palm towards Ning Zhiran: "Aren't you in a hurry to leave because you have something to do later?"
Ning Zhiran looked down and her heart skipped a beat.
In Gong Huai's palm, the heavy black lacquered car keys shone brightly in the sunlight, illuminating his eyes.
Rolls-Royce car keys!
Gong Huai handed the key to Ning Zhiran steadily.
“You don’t have a car right now.”
"Drive this one."
Ning Zhiran's mouth was almost watering: "This is inappropriate."
What's inappropriate? Why do you think I chose this car to go out today?
Didn’t you say that you live for Rolls-Royce?
Then I'll let you drive.
I can give you whatever you want.
Gong Huai said, "Didn't you say you had something to do and were anxious to go home? Open mine."
"I'll take care of the car repair for you. You can drive my car until it's fixed."
Ning Zhiran looked at Gong Huai warily.
What's going on? Pie in the sky?
But this is a Rolls-Royce-flavored pie!
Ning Zhiran's tone was a little unnatural: "Is this car the one you drove to pick me up before?"
"Um."
Ning Zhiran's heart was trembling.
That car is really cool.
He was so handsome that he glowed, so handsome that he even searched for second-hand prices in his dreams.
Ning Zhiran asked tentatively: "Mr. Gong Huai, why are you helping me?"
Gong Huai didn't hesitate: "I want to be friends with you."
The word "friend" came out of his mouth with a sense of perfunctoriness and a bit of... lack of sincerity.
Ning Zhiran didn't say anything else, but his heart was in turmoil. He didn't understand what Gong Gou was trying to do this time, nor did he know if Gong Gou was serious. But the vigilance in his eyes did relax a little.
Gong Huai looked at Ning Zhiran's silly look and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, my car is here."
He didn't park his car in his usual spot today, but instead parked it in the row with the best view in the parking lot. The sun was shining brightly, and the white Rolls-Royce Shining was parked quietly.
Waiting for the arrival of the future owner.
Ning Zhiran walked to the front of the car, her eyes almost popping out: "Are you really going to let me drive?"
"I'll really open it for you."
Gong Huai opened the driver's door and began to introduce the car: "The lever on the right side of the steering wheel is for shifting gears. To close the door, just press the door button on the door. You can play music by plugging your phone into this cable. Yes, you can listen to your Drake."
Ning Zhiran's eyes were almost shining, and he wanted to jump on the spot.
Gong Huai stood aside, holding the car door with his hand, and looked at Ning Zhiran so happy, without saying a word.
Only his eyes softened a little bit.
That's good, as long as you are happy.
Afraid that Ning Zhiran would want to save face, Gong Huai directly stuffed the car keys into Ning Zhiran's hand.
"If you have any questions, just send me a WeChat message and ask me. You have something else to do, right? Go ahead, I'll find someone to tow your car to change the tire."
Ning Zhiran held the key, a little panicked: "This... this is not good. If it costs a lot of money, tell me, I-"
"knew."
Gong Huai didn't even turn his head, but waved deliberately, leaving a dashing back view.
After they walked away, Gong Huai took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Chen Yan, you have to arrange for someone to come and tow a car. The car is in the school parking lot."
Chen Yan was confused: "What's going on? Whose car broke down?"
"Finn."
"ah?!"
Gong Huai briefly explained it to Chen Yan, excluding the minor incident of puncturing someone's tire.
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the line, and then he exploded: "No, you opened the door for him?! Isn't that the new car you just bought? I want to drive it, but you won't let me touch it. Why don't you tell him the password to your front door as well?"
"I do."
"Mr. Gong, you are so fond of—Oh, yes."
"You don't like the academic bully. You don't like him at all."
"He's a classmate. His car broke down and you happened to be there. You saw the injustice and came to his aid. You cared about your classmate so much that you even offered to lend him some labor. Tsk tsk tsk."
This series of words made Gong Huai feel very uncomfortable.
Gong Huai was too lazy to answer the call, so he pressed the end button and put away his phone.
But Chen Yan’s words were still replaying in my mind.
Tsk.
Gong Huai's rebellious spirit came back again.
He thought about it again and again, held the phone tightly, and called Chen Yan back.
As soon as Chen Yan answered, he heard Gong Huai say in a low voice:
"I just like him."
This time, Gong Huai hung up the call completely.
He walked towards Ning Zhiran's car, sneering as he walked.
After reading gay novels all night last night, Gong Huai not only understood the difference between top and bottom, but also realized a truth.
His surname is Gong.
Palace means attack.
He was born to be the top guy.
Um.
He was born to be Ning Zhiran's husband.
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