Okay, okay, Zhao Zhao was almost pissed off by this unreliable system. It didn't even tell him which grade and class Song Zhixu was in, making him search all over Class 1 of Grade 1 in vain.
He was really impressed.
Jiang Jiawei saw that his face looked a little bad, thinking that he had offended him in some way, so he carefully leaned over and asked, "You...what's wrong with you?" He even lowered his voice.
"Nothing, I'm a little sleepy, let's go to bed."
"Oh, okay."
Then Zhao Zhao lowered his head, seemingly sleeping, but in fact he secretly took out his cell phone from under the table.
[Cool as hell: Bro, give me Song Zhixu’s WeChat.]
[I want to take a break today: a very familiar name.]
[I want to rest today: What are you going to do?]
Now his brother who is far away abroad seems to be very idle. He asked several questions in a row. Zhao Zhao was unhappy and started typing directly.
[Incredibly cool: Don't worry about it. He's the son of Song Jingyun, the head of a renowned medical family. I need his WeChat ID in one minute.]
Zhao Zhao's domineering remarks made Yu Cixu laugh. [I want to rest today: OK, OK, I'll send it to you in a minute.]
So Zhao Zhao felt relieved, as there was only one last bet left.
Princess hug...
Looking at his own thin arms and legs, Zhao Zhao doubted that the tall and strong boy could pin him down.
The phone vibrated slightly. It was Song Zhixu's WeChat account. Zhao Zhao added him without saying a word, but after waiting for a long time, the friend verification was still not passed.
[Cool to the bone: Bro, Song Zhixu didn’t approve my friend request (feeling wronged).]
[I want to rest today: Got it.] The other party replied almost immediately, and Zhao Zhao felt relieved again.
Not long after, Zhao Zhao successfully added Song Zhixu, and the matter came to an end for the time being. He then created a group and invited Xue Yanbei and others in.
[Cool as hell: (screenshot sharing)]
Almost as soon as he posted it, the other three gave him a thumbs up.
[Cool as hell: I have another bet. I'll find a time.]
[Come on, give me a smile: or forget it?] This person is Xue Yanbei, and his profile picture is a big smiling face.
[Cool to the extreme: I will accept the loss.]
Seeing how persistent he was, the others stopped trying to persuade him.
So Zhao Zhao started bombarding Song Zhixu with messages, [Incredibly cool: Hello, Senior Song, I'm Yu Zhaoyi, and I'm asking for your WeChat today.]
[Ann: Hello.]
[Cool as hell: How about treating you to dinner this afternoon?]
…
After waiting for a while, there was no response from the other side.
So Zhao Zhao clapped his hands. After clapping his hands n times, Zhao Zhao went out to the bathroom and made a phone call.
Then, he was hung up.
However, WeChat did reply.
[install:? ]
[Incredibly cool: I need your help, and it has to be you.]
[An:…] On the other side, Song Zhixu had just finished checking the number of students in a class. He held his phone with an indifferent look on his face. Thinking of this person's identity and his persistence, he tapped the screen twice with his slender fingers and had to agree.
[An: OK.]
Seeing this, Zhao Zhao put down her phone and went to sleep. When she woke up again, He Qinglin had returned.
Zhao Zhao, still lying on his stomach, asked lazily, "What time is it?"
He Qinglin paused while writing, "It's almost five o'clock."
"Oh." So Zhao Zhao stood up and started packing up his things with a bang. His presence was very strong, so the innocent boy's ears blushed again.
Zhao Zhao didn't pay much attention to it. When the bell rang, she called Xue Yanbei and others, threw her schoolbag over her shoulder, and rushed out immediately.
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