It’s okay, this was not the original plot, Lin Xi comforted himself again, but he couldn’t help but waver in the idea that he was the object of competition among the three protagonists.
Looking at the tightly closed door of the soundproofed box, and lowering her eyes to look at his clothes that were out of tune with the luxurious decoration here, Lin Xi suppressed the emotions in her eyes.
The time has not come yet, he is not in a hurry...
…
The three of them lay in this private room all night. At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhao Zhao was the first to wake up.
When Zhao Zhao woke up from the sofa, she guiltily moved her foot away from Ai Wen's face, carefully lowered her arm from He Qinglin's neck, looked around, picked up her phone from a corner, opened it, and saw more than a dozen missed calls from Song Zhixu!
Oh, I was having so much fun that I forgot to say hello to him.
"Beep, beep..." The phone vibrated again. Zhao Zhao quickly clicked it. As soon as the call was connected, a not-so-gentle male voice came from the other end, "Zhao Zhao, what were you three doing climbing over the wall?"
Song Zhixu was in the school's surveillance room at the moment, watching the three men's furtive movements on the monitor. He couldn't help but laugh, "You're not in good health, so why are you following them around and fooling around like that?"
Actively instigating, climbing over the wall, being dishonest, clearly: ...
Zhao Zhao felt guilty and didn't say anything. Just at this moment, He Qinglin, who had his eyes open but seemed not to have woken up yet, immediately took Zhao Zhao's phone, said "It's so noisy" and hung up.
Zhao Zhao: ...
He Qinglin sat up as if nothing had happened, stretched slowly, and said lazily, "Good morning."
"Good morning." Zhao Zhao wasn't one to shy away from trouble. He gestured with his phone, gloating, "Guild Leader Song will probably be here soon."
His eyes curved as he casually kicked the "unconscious" Ivan, "Get up and run."
Aiwen was kicked awake from his dream. He opened his eyes impatiently and found that it was Zhao Zhao who was smiling at him. The anger in his eyes faded and was replaced by a smile. He asked, "Did you have fun last night?"
"happy."
"Then this review is worth it."
…
After the three of them returned, they had to write a 1,000 to 3,000-word self-criticism. This time, Zhao Zhao lived in the school dormitory, and not only did he not have Ye Xi to help him, but he even had Song Zhixu by his side to supervise him anytime and anywhere.
After Zhao Zhao was caught distracted for the third time, Zhao Zhao completely gave up and threw the pen on the table, "I won't write anymore!"
Throw away the self-review, pick up the phone, and start the game in one go.
Song Zhixu: ...
Seeing that he was about to grab her phone, Zhao Zhao calmly leaned her head against his chest, gently rubbing her furry head against Song Zhixu's chest. At the same time, she softened her voice and said coquettishly, "Please let me go this time. We are going to study tomorrow. It would be boring to write a self-criticism now~"
"No, this is the rule." Song Zhixu looked at Zhao Zhao in his arms tenderly and touched his hair lightly.
When they returned to school, they didn't go through the back door, but entered directly through the main gate, which was tantamount to announcing to the whole school that they had skipped classes. There was nothing we could do about it, because these few people were too high-profile.
Zhao Zhao's bright eyes turned slightly. They all had to write a self-criticism anyway. If Ye Xi could write it, then Song Zhixu could write it too!
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhao immediately seized the opportunity to act coquettishly to Song Zhixu: "Please help me write it ~ Brother Zhixu ~"
This rare act of his acting coquettishly made the smile on Song Zhixu's face grow wider and wider, and even He Qinglin and Ai Wen, who were busy with their own self-reflection, looked over.
"Oh, baby Zhao Zhao, let me help you write it. Isn't it just a self-criticism? Leave it to me!" Alvin didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and ran to Zhao Zhao to recommend himself.
Just as he was about to pick up the letter of apology, Song Zhixu pushed it back without giving him a second thought.
He curled his lips and smiled, "No."
"I'll do it."
Zhao Zhao was dumbfounded: OK, OK, it’s finally over for two people.
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