Chapter 55 Anonymous Text Messages
Yi Jia: [I'd like to ask you to get your nails done tomorrow afternoon.]
Yi Jia: [Little Jasmine too.]
Yi Jia: [I retract my statement about unilaterally cutting ties with you.]
The other party is typing...
Zhu Fan draped the towel she was using to dry her hair over the chair and replied with a "okay" to Yi Jia.
She held up her phone, drying her hair while continuing to read the messages from Yi Jia.
Yi Jia: [This matter is over.]
The awkwardness between Yi Jia and the original body was simply because of a hairpin.
Yi Jia praised the hair clip that the original body was wearing that day, saying it was beautiful and that she wanted to wear a matching pair with her.
The original owner prepared the same hair clip for Yi Jia.
But the next day, Ming Yazhi took the one she was wearing on her head.
Ming Yazhi, wearing the hair clip she got from the original owner, teased Yi Jia, jokingly saying that Zhu Fan didn't like having the same style as others.
The original owner was also present at the time, but because she was on the phone, she did not explain immediately.
Enraged, Yi Jia threw away the hairpin on the spot and unilaterally severed ties with the original owner of the body.
Ming Yazhi angered Yi Jia and complained to the original owner that Yi Jia couldn't take a joke.
Zhu Fan opened the disco video sent by Yi Jia.
Men and women in colorful clothes swayed their beautiful figures freely on the dance floor, while in the dimly lit booth, Meng Mowan, dressed in her freshman military training uniform, held a laptop in her arms, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
Out of place yet unique.
Yi Jia: [I'll never take Xiao Moli out clubbing again. My conscience hurts.]
Good students come out to dance, they're there physically, but their souls are gone.
Right now, I'm concentrating on taking online classes and learning Java on my own.
Yi Jia was the initiator of the Cat Love Day event at Kyoto University.
Yi Jia is the president of the Youth Association club. Although Meng Mowan is a freshman, she chose the Youth Association club when the club recruited new members at the beginning of the semester.
Yi Jia and Meng Mowan became acquainted through the cat charity event this afternoon.
After the event, Yi Jia waved his hand and said he would treat the volunteers who participated in the event to a meal.
Zhu Fan had a meeting and didn't go with them.
After chatting with Yi Jia, her hair was half-dry.
"elder sister."
Zhu Fan turned off the hairdryer and met Zhu Ci's hesitant gaze from outside the door. "Is something wrong?"
Zhu Ci clutched the test paper. "There's a math problem I can't solve. Can you teach me?"
Zhu Fan found Zhu Ci's change in the past few days rather strange.
In the past, Zhu Ci would never enter her room without knocking, but now he has not only learned to knock but also to use polite language.
For four consecutive nights, Zhu Ci would come to her with problems he couldn't solve before going to bed.
Zhu Fan took the test paper from her hand, frowned when he saw the scratches on her palm, and asked, "How did you get your hand injured?"
Zhu Ci hid her hands behind her back, saying, "Mom has already applied medicine to my wound. I fell accidentally."
Zhu Ci's cover-up prevented Zhu Fan from asking any further questions.
After reading the last big question on the exam paper, she wrote down her solution on the draft paper that Zhu Ci had brought.
Zhu Ci stood obediently next to her sister, looking at the solution on the draft paper that she couldn't understand at all, and made a face of sudden enlightenment: "I understand, thank you sister."
"Sister is amazing."
Zhu Fan returned the pen to her.
Zhu Ci left with the test paper and draft paper, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Sister, could you lend me some money?"
"I'd like to treat my new friends from school to a cup of milk tea."
Now, the old lady gives Meng Yin her weekly allowance, just like a regular high school student.
But she was used to spending money extravagantly, and she spent all that money in one day on Monday.
Zhu Fan paused as she went into the bathroom to put down the towels. "How many do you need to borrow?"
Zhu Ci, who was about to say 10,000, changed her mind and said "1,000" when her sister picked up her phone.
Zhu Fan transferred the money to her via WeChat, asking, "When are you going to pay me back?"
Zhu Ci's smile froze.
Zhu Fan raised an eyebrow.
Zhu Ci just said "borrow," not "demand."
Since that's the case, you have to repay what you borrow.
Zhu Ci lowered her head.
If she borrows money, it means she'll have to use her allowance for next week and the week after to pay back Zhu Fan.
As a result, she will have no pocket money for two weeks.
The smile on her lips disappeared. "Sister, I won't lend it to you anymore. Mom can make me milk tea tomorrow morning, and I'll take it to school."
Because of Zhu Ci's good behavior these past few days, Meng Yin removed her face mask after hearing Zhu Ci's request, saying, "The milk tea ingredients need to be prepared in advance; there won't be enough time to make it fresh tomorrow morning."
"Mom will bake you some more egg tarts, and you can take them to school tomorrow to share with your classmates."
Zhu Linjun put down the book in her hand, threw off the covers and got out of bed: "I'll help too."
Zhu Fan went downstairs to get a drink of water and saw his parents still busy in the kitchen at one o'clock in the morning. He went into the kitchen.
Meng Yin wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and took a bite of the chilled watermelon her husband had cut and forked to her lips.
Zhu Linjun ate the half-eaten watermelon his wife had left, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek.
Zhu Fan originally wanted to go in and help, but now he was stuck in a dilemma, unable to go in or out.
Meng Yin caught a glimpse of her daughter out of the corner of her eye and gently nudged her husband.
Zhu Fan touched his nose. "I'll come down and get some water."
She didn't mean to be a third wheel.
Look at how she ruined such a nice atmosphere.
Meng Yin wiped the water off her hands and poured Zhu Fan a glass of warm water.
"Are A-Yuan and A-Ci asleep?"
Zhu Fan shook his head.
A-Yuan does her homework until one or two in the morning every day.
When she came downstairs, Zhu Ci's room light was on, presumably she was also writing furiously to finish her homework.
The hardships of senior year of high school are something no one who has experienced them wants to go through a second time.
After finishing her water, Zhu Fan took the bedtime fruit and milk that Meng Yin had prepared for the two senior high school students. "I'll take it upstairs. Mom and Dad, get some rest."
As she carried the tray past the corner of the stairs, she saw Zhu Ci running out of her room and frowned.
Zhu Fan suppressed his curiosity and knocked on A Yuan's door.
Zhu Fan chuckled when Zhu Wan opened the door.
Zhu Wan pointed to her still slightly damp, high-pillared pigtails, "The ten minutes saved from blow-drying my hair can be used to do half a test paper's multiple-choice questions."
Zhu Fan noticed Zhu Wan's hard work and reminded her, "If you don't dry your hair before turning on the air conditioner at such a low temperature, you'll easily get sick."
Zhu Wan took the fruit and milk from the tray and said to her sister with a smile, "I'm very healthy, it won't happen."
But she still obediently turned the air conditioning up a bit.
Zhu Fan knocked on Zhu Ci's door, but the light in Zhu Ci's room had already been turned off.
Zhu Ci's sleepy voice came through the door: "Sister, I've already gone to sleep."
Zhu Ci's unusual behavior caught Zhu Fan's attention.
She carried the tray back to A-Yuan's room.
Zhu Wan took a sip of milk, looked up at her sister who was blow-drying her hair, and squinted her eyes happily.
She is so happy every day.
"Can you smile this happily just from drinking a glass of milk?"
Zhu Wan pointed to her hair, "And my sister blow-dried my hair."
Her current daily life is something she never dared to imagine in the past seventeen years.
Every day when I wake up, I don't have to do heavy work, or prepare meals for the whole family before school. I also don't have to worry about not being able to afford tuition or school uniforms.
She eats very well, dresses very well, attends a very good private high school, and has made many new friends every day.
Her parents, grandmother, and sister all treat her very well.
"So happy!"
Zhu Fan unplugged the hairdryer, infected by A Yuan's happiness and joy, and said, "It's very late, eat your fruit and go to sleep."
Zhu Wan stopped her sister who was about to leave, "Sister, let me show you the first bouquet of flowers I ever received today."
A-Yuan's happiness made Zhu Fan smile. "A-Yuan, why did you put such a beautiful and lovely flower in the bathroom?"
Zhu Wan was a little embarrassed. She honestly told her sister that she had been unable to concentrate all day because of this bouquet of flowers.
Zhu Fan smiled and said, "Let me guess who gave this bouquet to A Yuan."
"Hmm, I guess it's A-Yuan's piano teacher."
Zhu Wan blushed.
Zhu Fan stopped teasing her and said, "Goodnight, A-Yuan."
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When Zhu Fan returned to her room and was about to go to bed, she noticed a wooden comb lying on the floor next to her dressing table.
She picked up the wooden comb and placed it on the dressing table.
She remembered that before she left the room, she had casually placed the comb on the table.
Zhu Fan covered his mouth and yawned.
My eyelids are about to close.
She fell asleep almost instantly as soon as she settled into the soft bed.
Zhu Fan received an anonymous text message during the last class on Friday afternoon.
There were no words, only a picture of her and Fang Qizhou holding hands on the snack street yesterday, their backs to the camera.
Zhu Fan sent a message to this number?
A few minutes later, my phone vibrated a few times.
Do you like him a lot?
But I like him a lot too.
[You two can't date for more than three months, or I'll get really angry.]
Remember, it absolutely cannot exceed three months.
These messages on my phone are strange and have a mischievous feel to them.
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Zhu Fan dialed the number.
"The number you dialed is not in service."
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