Chapter 21 It’s Pei Yuzhi
Tuesday morning at 8.
Pei Yuzhi yawned as he entered the classroom.
His classmates had helped him reserve a seat in advance, and he sat down listlessly, slumped in his seat and unable to raise his head.
“Mr. Pei, where did you go to play with Bai Xi last night? Are you so tired?”
The classmate asked him in a low voice with an ambiguous look.
Pei Yuzhi paused, raised his head slightly from his arm, “What? Is my story being broadcast live again in the group?”
“That’s right, it went viral at the Dongsu Academy of Fine Arts, saying that a handsome guy drove a new model Michael Karen to pick up Bai Xi, and that handsome guy was not Bai Xi’s boyfriend.
Tsk, I thought it was you at the time, and when the video and photos were sent over, it turned out to be you, Mr. Pei, you’re really quick.”
Pei Yuzhi roughly knew what was going on after hearing this.
He yawned and lay back down.
The classmates around him were a little puzzled. Pei Yuzhi's performance was not right. Looking at his dark eyes and limp appearance, he must have had a great time last night.
As a man, it was hard not to show off at this time.
So, what happened between Pei Yuzhi and Bai Xi?
It couldn't be that they were bored after sleeping for one night, right?
The classmates thought about it and looked lewd. Fortunately, Pei Yuzhi was drowsy and about to fall asleep, otherwise he would have kicked him when he saw his expression.
This class was a joint class for four classes.
There was always some noise in the big lecture hall, and the professor took fifteen minutes just to call the roll.
When the class officially started, Pei Yuzhi was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket.
Assistant Tian: [Young Master, I just received a call from Mr. Huo. Did you contact him last night? But there was no follow-up. Mr. Huo seemed to be worried about you. If it is convenient, please reply to Mr. Huo.]
Pei Yuzhi's last bit of sleepiness disappeared in an instant.
And the hairs in every pore of his body stood up.
It was as if he was extremely stimulated.
Yes, that's right, Pei Yuzhi was stimulated, and what stimulated him was the boundless embarrassment.
But...
No, Huo Qiao is sick! Did
he send Huo Qiao a sleep message? It was obviously a wrong message, okay!
This is a special phrase used by the ambiguous object before going to bed, when the emotions are floating and you want to tease the other party!
Huo Qiao would understand, right?
Huh?
I give up.
Why did he click delete when he was supposed to withdraw it, and he didn't even notice it!
He missed the best time to explain, and Huo Qiao saw it and replied.
Pei Yuzhi saw Assistant Tian's WeChat, and his toes dug out a villa.
He sent a message to Assistant Tian with a green face:
[I sent it by mistake yesterday, I will explain to him, by the way, you didn't tell him my name, did you? ]
Assistant Tian: [Mr. Huo and I don't communicate much, and I didn't mention the private affairs of the young master. ]
Pei Yuzhi: [If he asks about me in the future, don't say anything, and tell me immediately. ]
Assistant Tian: [Okay, young master. ]
After replying to Assistant Tian, there is still Huo Qiao who can't be avoided.
Pei Yuzhi typed expressionlessly, and immediately locked the screen after clicking send.
....Ah, what a bad day.
In another building of Dongsu University, Huo Qiao's hands were full of clay.
Zhong Lin, who was in the same department, said to him, "What's going on between you and Bai Xi? People are asking me about all the gossips from the School of Design."
"That's it."
Huo Qiao frowned and stared at his work, and replied casually.
Because the materials were not up to standard, he stopped working for a few days. Now he was looking at the semi-finished product and felt dissatisfied in every way.
Zhong Lin choked: "..I didn't want to say this at first. When we went to the hot spring hotel, the junior students in the department saw Bai Xi and a man entangled. At that time, you and Bai Xi were very close, and I didn't want to touch your head.
But two days ago, I found out that the tennis club went to the hot spring hotel on the same day as us. If the man the junior students saw was Pei Yuzhi, then he and Bai Xi must have known each other for a long time."
Huo Qiao's raised arm suddenly stopped.
At the beginning of the freshman year, Zhong Lin and Huo Qiao were assigned to the same dormitory. Although Huo Qiao did not live in the dormitory, he was more familiar with Zhong Lin than others.
"Huo Qiao, I really don't understand you. You like Bai Xi, but you are indifferent to Pei Yuzhi's blatant attempt to steal your girlfriend.
You don't like him, but you can't help but break up with him when he does all these things!"
"You said that the day we went to the hot spring hotel, the tennis club also went there, and Pei Yuzhi was there?"
"Yes, Pei Yuzhi was there, and Feng Tiantian from our department was also in the tennis club. She missed both the department and tennis club team building because she went on a trip.
A few days ago, she complained to me why the two activities were on the same day, otherwise she could at least participate in the other one. I just found out about this."
Huo Qiao's eyes flashed with a trace of trance, and the things he deliberately didn't think about appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
Now he can be sure.
The night he spent with him that night, Pei Yuzhi.
Huo Qiao's favorite thing about Pei Yuzhi is his rolling Adam's apple and tight body.
Zhong Lin waited for Huo Qiao to answer or express his opinion, but Huo Qiao turned around stiffly and continued to sculpt.
Zhong Lin: ...
Okay, okay, let's just make this eunuch anxious to death.
Huo Qiao was absent-minded the whole morning.
Zhong Lin saw that Huo Qiao's semi-finished product was about to be messed up, and he forcefully dragged the listless Huo Qiao away.
When he had time to check his phone, there were three more unread messages in WeChat.
Including his mother, Bai Xi, and PPt.
Facing his mother, Huo Qiao was annoyed.
Facing Bai Xi, Huo Qiao was disgusted.
On the contrary, PPt, whom Huo Qiao had never met, turned out to be the person that Huo Qiao wanted to reply to the most.
PPt: [Did you call Assistant Tian? Yesterday's WeChat message was originally intended to be sent to someone I like, but I accidentally sent it to you. I'm sorry for causing you to misunderstand.]
It turned out that it was sent to the wrong person, no wonder.
His relationship with PPt was not familiar enough to inquire about daily life.
This message was sent three hours ago.
Even if PPt did not see the message sent by Huo Qiao last night, he should have seen it in the morning.
But the other party did not reply, and only replied after Assistant Tian asked him.
He did not want to have anything to do with Huo Qiao.
After Huo Qiao came to this conclusion, he withdrew his fingers from the keys and did not reply to the message again.
At this moment, the note above the chat box changed to 'The other party is typing..'
PPt: [No, replying to messages is basic courtesy, right? Do you think it's appropriate not to reply to messages for three hours and 25 minutes?]
PPt: [You replied to the wrong message so quickly, why don't you reply to the serious message?]
PPt: [Someone asked you in the middle of the night if you were asleep, and you replied yes?]
PPt: [I give up, are you asleep? Such intimate words are obviously sent to the object of ambiguous relationship. Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?]
Withdraw.
Withdraw.
Withdraw.
Withdraw.
Huo Qiao: ...
He looked confused, what happened?
Soon, WeChat prompted another message.
PPt: [Sorry, I just wanted to forward the picture to my classmates, but because I just sent you a message this morning and you didn’t reply, the chat box with you was at the top, so I sent it to you by mistake.]
In the cafeteria, Pei Yuzhi stared at his phone with a look of anguish and hatred, almost staring a hole through it.
Finally, Huo Qiao replied to him.
Huo Qiao: [?]
Pei Yuzhi’s eyes widened and he blurted out: “Fuck!”
A curse broke out on the second floor of the second cafeteria of Soochow University, and Huo Qiao casually put away his phone and looked over.
It just happened to bump into Pei Yuzhi’s eyes, which were filled with mania and depression.
The surrounding sounds and people seemed to have disappeared.
After a few seconds or longer, Pei Yuzhi and Huo Qiao looked away at the same time with ugly faces.
Bah.
Bad luck.
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