Chapter 120 Rebellion
In the billiard club, the aroma of wine mixed with the scent of cosmetics was present. Yue Zifeng was pushed onto the sofa by two people, one on each side, with a large and clear “王” character on his forehead.
Zuo Zhong, who likes calligraphy, took a marker and drew two strokes on his left cheek.
"Don't move. I'm not responsible if it's written crookedly."
Yue Zifeng's face was filled with humiliation. If you hadn't held me down, I would have jumped up and flipped the table. "Does it matter if this broken word is crooked or not?"
"Do you understand calligraphy?" Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with his masterpiece and put the cap on the pen. "Who makes you lose every game? You just need to win once."
Yue Zifeng jumped up, took the mirror from the woman in a miniskirt next to him, and looked at himself to make sure that his appearance was not lowered too much by the word "bastard".
Throwing the mirror back, she questioned the man leaning against the edge of the pool table: "Are you targeting me today? Are you bullying me?"
He Tingzhou held the pool cue in one hand and used the other to light a cigarette: "I don't like you."
"No, did I provoke you? You just dislike me and are you jealous that I'm more handsome than you?"
He Tingzhou didn't respond. He stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the club and started a new game.
His shots were fast, accurate and steady. Yue Zifeng watched him show off his skills by hitting all-colored balls from 1 to 7 into the holes one by one in order, clearly intending to clear the field with one shot.
Finally, there was only one black eight left. He Tingzhou took the chocolate powder and casually wiped the tip of the cue.
Zuo Zhong patted Yue Zifeng's shoulder sympathetically and said, "I'll write it more beautifully for you later. The Chinese character for 'egg' has a lot of strokes, but luckily you have a big face so it can fit."
Yue Zifeng was in agony: "Damn it, where did he get upset today, and he came to take it out on me."
He Tingzhou bent down, his shirt tightened as he moved, outlining his slender waistline, and his club was already aimed at the black eight.
Just as Yue Zifeng was ready to accept the baptism of fate, the cell phone next to him rang and the screen lit up.
He Tingzhou glanced, put away his club, stood up and picked up his cell phone.
Little Princess: [I’m staying at my godmother’s house tonight and I’m not going back]
He Tingzhou bit down on a cigarette, and the swirling smoke obscured his expressionless and handsome face.
He typed with one hand: [Sleeping in your crib]
Little Princess: [If you can’t sleep, you can call me]
The two messages were sent almost at the same time. Probably because he saw his ridicule after sending it, Shuang Xu quickly withdrew the message.
He Tingzhou raised his eyebrows.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed it into the ashtray, tossed the pool cue to Yue Zifeng, picked up the suit hanging on the back of the sofa, and walked away leisurely.
A group of people looked at his disappearing back in confusion. Yue Zifeng looked puzzled: "What does he mean by this?"
Zuo Zhong didn't understand either, but looking at He Tingzhou's expression when he left, it was obvious that his mood had improved.
"It means I'm going to let you off the hook. Your right cheek is saved. You don't have to write anymore. Are you happy?"
"What a joke." Yue Zifeng said, "What do you think a turtle with a missing egg can do? My left and right sides of my face are not symmetrical anymore!"
Zuo Zhong picked up a pen and wrote a symmetrical eight-character slash on the right side of his face, "Are you satisfied now, bastard?"
Yue Zifeng: “…”
When Shuang Xu came out of the shower, she saw that He Tingzhou had called her half an hour ago.
Just when she wanted to ignore it, the call came in again, at just the right time.
The thought of "hang up" flashed through his mind for a second, but he finally picked up the phone with a cold face.
The background of the phone call was extremely quiet, and He Tingzhou's casual voice was very clear: "I can't sleep."
Shuang Xu said coldly: "Take some sleeping pills. One bottle and I guarantee you'll fall asleep."
He Tingzhou laughed, and his low and magnetic laughter came through the receiver, as if someone was right next to his ear.
"Sure." He said lazily, "I don't have it at home. You can bring it to me when you come back."
Every policy has its own countermeasure. Shuang Xu said, "I'll order takeout for you."
He Tingzhou snorted softly: "Song Shuangxu, you are getting more and more irritable now, aren't you? You don't answer the phone, you can't call me, you are rebelling."
His voice was light and lazy, without any hint of anger.
"I was just taking a shower." said Shuang Xu.
"Are you done washing?"
"I'm done."
He Tingzhou ordered confidently: "Then sleep with me."
“…”
Shuang Xu climbed onto the bed, turned on the reading lamp at the bedside, turned on the speaker of her cell phone and put it aside, then she opened the storybook she had just found.
She had no idea how long she had been reading the story. She fell asleep while reading it, and when she woke up in the morning she discovered that the phone was still connected.
There was silence on the other end. Thinking that He Tingzhou might not have woken up yet, she hung up without saying anything.
In the afternoon, before she got off work, she received a call from Fu Yun, who asked her, "Do you still remember Coach Qin who taught you how to swim?"
"Of course I remember." Shuang Xu was a little confused, "Didn't Coach Qin immigrate to Australia?"
"Coach Qin is at home right now." Fu Yun said with a smile, "She recently returned to visit her relatives in China. She said she hasn't seen you for a long time and came to see you on the way. You should get off work early and don't keep Coach Qin waiting for too long."
Shuang Xu quickly responded: "Okay."
Coach Qin won the world championship when he was young. After retiring, she married her childhood sweetheart. Her husband was an investor and was familiar with Shen Changyuan, so he accepted Shuang Xu as his student.
With only one disciple like this, Coach Qin naturally cared about her very much, and Shuang Xu had a very close relationship with her. When Song Mianzhi banned her from participating in the competition, Coach Qin was the one who felt the most regretful.
Shuang Xu drove back to Shen's house immediately after work and received a call from He Tingzhou on the way.
"Where did you go again?"
"I have to go home. My coach is here to see me." Shuang Xu realized something halfway through his sentence. "You came to Feixue?"
He Tingzhou said in a rather indifferent tone: "You've been absent from work for two days in a row, don't you want to work anymore?"
Shuang Xu really didn't mean it: "Today is a special situation. I haven't seen my coach for many years. She has immigrated and it's a rare opportunity for her to return to China. She is waiting for me at home now."
"What about tomorrow?" He Tingzhou said, "Will there be another situation?"
Tomorrow is Saturday, and Shuang Xu is a little lacking in confidence: "It's my stepfather and stepmother's wedding anniversary, and they don't want to have a big celebration this year. They want us to spend the day together as a family, staying at the villa in the western suburbs for two days and relaxing."
"Is it your brother's idea again?"
Shuang Xu didn't understand the point of his mockery: "That's what my mother meant."
He Tingzhou sneered in an ambiguous tone and said generously, "Go ahead."
When Shuang Xu returned to the Shen family, Coach Qin, who had not seen her for many years, was sitting in the Shen family's living room. He could not wait any longer and grabbed her and said, "Shuang Xu, I haven't heard from you for several years."
Shuang Xu said casually: "I went to the United States to study and just came back a few months ago."
After not seeing each other for a long time, Coach Qin was quite emotional: "What a big change! The little girl has grown into a big girl. She is so beautiful."