"Is it that serious?" Ah Chou suddenly sat up straight and stared at Zhong Mingwei, obviously frightened. He then said cautiously, "Then, how about I send the book back to him?"
"No need, there are so many people buying books. I'm afraid he won't be able to remember you," Zhong Mingwei said slowly. He frowned again. He warned Ah Chou with a serious face, "Just don't go near that bookstore again in the future, remember?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ah Chou nodded and agreed like a chick pecking at rice. "I won't go there again."
"Okay, let's eat," Zhong Mingwei felt relieved. He picked up the bowl again and urged Ah Chou to eat, "Hurry up, it's getting cold."
"Since we can't buy books anymore, how about I go to Mr. Chen and borrow some for you?" Ah Chou suddenly said. She was obviously very satisfied with this idea. She smiled at Zhong Mingwei and said, "Mr. Chen is such a nice person. He must be very easy to talk to. I'll ask him to pick some good books to lend to you."
"Don't borrow it!" The next second, Zhong Mingwei put the bowl on the table again. This time, he put some strength in his hand, and even the small table shook three times.
"What's wrong?" Ah Chou was confused. Thinking that Zhong Mingwei was afraid of bothering others, he hurriedly said, "It's okay. Mr. Chen is really a very nice person and treats me very well. As long as I go to borrow it, he will definitely give it to me. It's not a problem at all, really..."
Zhong Mingwei's heart was so bitter that it felt like it had been soaked in vinegar for three days and three nights. But this girl continued to fan the flames without knowing the consequences. Zhong Mingwei was really mad at this girl's ignorance.
yes!
Don’t be sensible!
How dare you keep saying that you are smart!
Where is the cleverness?!
"I don't like reading teachers' books." Zhong Mingwei said in a muffled voice. The sourness in his voice was so unbearable even to him.
"Mr. Chen is not an ordinary teacher. He is the first scholar from Ningguta. He is very impressive." Ah Chou was sure that Zhong Mingwei looked down on Chen Qingxuan and was busy defending Chen Qingxuan. "A few days ago, the prefect held a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting and specially sent someone to invite Mr. Chen to come. Don't underestimate him."
Zhong Mingwei felt that the smell of jealousy on his body could spread ten miles against the wind, but the girl was completely unaware of it, so Zhong Mingwei became even angrier. He pushed the bowl away and snorted coldly, "I'm full. I don't want to eat anymore."
"Eh? Didn't you ask for noodle dumpling soup? Why did you stop eating after eating half a bowl?" Ah Chou finally realized that something was wrong with Zhong Mingwei. She frowned and didn't look at Zhong Mingwei. "What's wrong with you?"
"Hmph!" Zhong Mingwei snorted loudly, tilted his body, and didn't want to pay any attention to Achou.
"Is it..." Achou frowned even more.
She found out!
She finally found out!
Zhong Mingwei glanced at Ah Chou's frowning brows with a little surprise and expectation in his heart, waiting for this slow-moving girl to coax him. If she coaxed him well, he would reluctantly eat another bowl of noodle dumpling soup. Well, two bowls would be fine too...
"Are you feeling uncomfortable holding it in?" Ah Chou came closer and asked cautiously, with an understanding expression on his face. "You didn't have time to relieve yourself last night, and you haven't been able to do it until now. You must be feeling very uncomfortable, right? Tsk tsk tsk, look at how dark your face is. If you were feeling very uncomfortable, you should have told me and I would have helped you to go to the bathroom. But you are holding it in and not telling me, and you keep asking me to guess. If I can't guess, does that mean you have been feeling uncomfortable because you have been holding it in? How can a grown man like you be so embarrassed? I'm not..."
"You, you shut up!" Zhong Mingwei's face turned even darker, and this time not only his face was dark, but the corners of his mouth were also twitching violently.
Ah Chou was startled by him. He shrank back and held the bowl in his hand tighter. He stared at him cautiously and asked, "Are you really... holding it in so badly?"
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