The first year of high school ended school at 5:30 p.m., and the third year of high school had to attend evening self-study until 7:30 p.m., so during these hours, Xie Zian went to find Wei Chuan and others to avenge Zhao Zhao, while Zhao Zhao found a part-time job organizing books in the library.
Neither of them knew what the other was doing, and they just focused on the things at hand.
The library in City T is very luxuriously built and has millions of books. In addition to the people who come and go to borrow books, there are also many people who organize the books.
The library was very quiet. Zhao Zhao wandered around the bookshelves, sorting them. He was serious and focused, and didn't notice that many people were secretly watching him.
The boy has a slender figure and wears his school uniform neatly. He has smooth black hair and light brown eyes focused on the book. He has a cold and pure temperament.
The delicate and clean appearance not only attracts girls, but also boys.
A shadow fell in front of him. Before he could even look up, Zhao Zhao's brows furrowed. He looked impatiently at the boy who was half a head taller than him and said coldly, "Get out of the way."
Not only did the boy not give way, but he took a step forward and smiled as he handed Zhao Zhao a note with his phone number written on it.
He turned around confidently, but Zhao Zhao was too lazy to even look at it again and threw the note into the trash can.
Neuropathy.
At around 7:30, Zhao Zhao returned home on time, and not long after, Xie Zian also came back.
Zhao Zhao was washing clothes. She glanced back casually and suddenly felt something was wrong: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Xie Zian's body stiffened slightly, and he quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, I got numb from being squeezed on the bus."
"Brother, do you know that every time you lie to me, your expression is very unnatural."
"Snap" the clothes were thrown off without hesitation, and Zhao Zhao walked closer step by step.
Seeing this, Xie Zian stopped struggling and pretended to be indifferent: "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."
The sleeves were lifted up by cold hands, revealing the red and swollen scars on them.
Zhao Zhao looked at him coldly and asked, "Did you fight again?" After Xie Zian followed Ji Yunqi, they often had fights together. He often came home from evening study with wounds all over his body.
"What did you promise me?" Zhao Zhao questioned him. When she got no answer, she quickly rummaged through the medicine box and skillfully treated his wound.
Afterwards, with a loud "bang", he locked himself in the room and refused to say a word to Xie Zian.
In the small living room, Xie Zian stared at the treated wound in a daze.
The phone dinged. It was Ji Yunqi asking him to log in and play games. He stared at the message without moving.
At this time, Ji Yunqi called.
Xie Zian rubbed his face and walked to the small balcony to answer the phone.
"I heard you beat up Wei Chuan?" a nonchalant voice came from the other side. Xie Zian rubbed Zhao Zhao's clothes and replied, "Yeah, don't look at his muscular body, he can be knocked down with just two punches."
His voice was casual and smiling, but there was no smile on his handsome face.
Ji Yunqi scoffed, "So good at fighting? Why are you so weak when you follow me out, unable to even block a punch?"
Xie Zian said a few perfunctory words, his eyes fixed on the thin figure who suddenly walked out of the room.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and play a few games with me."
".....Well, okay." Xie Zian agreed after a short hesitation, his eyes still on Zhao Zhao.
After hanging up the phone, he clung to Zhao Zhao and coaxed her softly, "Have you eaten yet? How about I cook for you?"
"No need." Zhao Zhao replied coldly, "I'll cook for myself."
Xie Zian couldn't stand Zhao Zhao's indifferent attitude towards him. He threw his phone away and snatched the ingredients from Zhao Zhao's hand: "Just read the book, I'll cook."
Zhao Zhao: "Aren't you very busy?"
"Just playing games, what are you busy with?"
"With whom?"
"Ji...Ji Yunqi." Xie Zian knew that Zhao Zhao didn't like them, so he spoke in a lower voice. Looking at his brother's cautious look, Zhao Zhao's eyes were complicated.
"Then you won't go with him?"
"Cooking for you is more important." Xie Zian smiled and turned into the kitchen.
The phone placed casually on the sofa kept vibrating. Zhao Zhao looked towards the busy figure in the kitchen and said lightly, "Ji Yunqi called you."
The figure froze, lowered his head slowly, and said, "Don't worry about him, go back to your room and do your homework."
The two of them ignored the phone call. After dinner and a shower, Zhao Zhao was doing his homework when he heard Xie Zian's cautious apology coming from next door.
The house had poor sound insulation, and although the sound was very low, Zhao Zhao could still hear it clearly.
He suddenly realized that in this situation, preventing Xie Zian from interacting with those people would not only be useless, but would only torture Xie Zian himself more.
Zhao Zhao calmed down.
He was wrong, he was too impatient.
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