"Didn't you say you wanted to treat the whole class to a meal?" Zhao Zhao packed his schoolbag without even raising his head.
"Yeah, it's just right that we're together."
"I'm not going." He Qinglin suddenly spoke.
Zhao Zhao also laughed and said, "I won't go either~"
"Then let's do it together next time." So, without any reluctance, he squeezed Zhao Zhao out of the seat, stood on the podium and roared.
"Everyone, don't rush home. I'm inviting all the students to have dinner at Ruiting this afternoon."
He waved his hand and said arrogantly, "Don't be polite to me!" He almost had the words "I'm rich" written on his face.
Ruiting is a property under their family name, so it is easy for them to hire as many people as they want.
Most of the students in the class are not short of money, but given such a good opportunity to get in touch with Alvin, almost no one is unwilling to go, except Zhao Zhao and He Qinglin, who are also well-off and have wealthy families.
In an instant, Alvin was surrounded by a group of classmates.
Zhao Zhao chuckled, "What a community cow," and then bumped He Qinglin's shoulder, signaling him with his eyes, and said, "You should learn more~"
Perhaps it was because of the heavy influence of his family. From childhood to adulthood, He Qinglin was either studying or doing experiments with his father and mother. Growing up in a quiet environment, his personality gradually became silent, and he even particularly disliked trouble.
He actually listened to Zhao Zhao's words and replied seriously, "My personality is pretty much set, I'm afraid it won't be easy to change."
This young man is too serious.
Zhao Zhao's eyes curved. She was just joking, so he shouldn't take it seriously. She patted his shoulder gently and said with a smile, "I was just joking. You're very likable too."
There were so many people confessing their love for him on the forum that Zhao Zhao even saw people handing him love letters during the time she sat at the same table with him.
Because of his cold personality, he is even called the cold male god. He is a male god-level figure, so you can imagine how popular he is.
The word "like" that Zhao Zhao just mentioned instantly reminded He Qinglin of a memory. On the way home from school, he couldn't help but stop Zhao Zhao, "Yu Zhaoyi, wait."
On the forest path, the young man turned around after hearing the words, his eyes slightly curved, and smiled, "What's wrong?"
The scene was beautiful and clean. He Qinglin was stunned for a moment before he regained his voice. "What did the letter you handed me last time mean?"
Enduring the embarrassment, he finally said it, but saw Zhao Zhao looking at him in confusion, "What letter?"
When did he hand him the letter?
"Have you forgotten?" He Qinglin clenched his fist. This damn brat had actually forgotten something that had troubled him for so many days?!
Seeing that his face was not right, red with a hint of blue, Zhao Zhao suddenly had a flash of something in her mind. She walked closer and asked, "Is it the letter that said 'I like you'?"
How long ago was that? He still remembers it? Like... he's still brooding over it?
He Qinglin took a step back, his face slightly red and a little nervous. He just felt that something was strange, but he was not sure, so he wanted to ask clearly.
"Hahahahahaha, that letter was written to you by Jiang Jiawei." Zhao Zhao suddenly realized and explained with a smile.
He Qinglin looked like he was struck by lightning, "What did you say?!" Jiang Jiawei, no, he must be sick.
He has always been a Buddhist and cold person, but it is rare for him to want to swear.
Zhao Zhao continued to explain, "We were playing cards at that time, and the loser had to confess his love to you, so there was that love letter." He explained nonchalantly, and raised his eyes again, only to see He Qinglin's face suddenly turned cold.
"How dare you play tricks on me." Without saying anything, He Qinglin turned around and left. Zhao Zhao was stunned. No way, he is angry.
It's over, it's over. He hurried over to hold his hand and coaxed, "Hey, He Qinglin, you're not angry, are you?"
Well, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was angry, and Zhao Zhao's answer was obviously irrelevant to the question.
He Qinglin was really angry at being fooled for so long by that heartless "I like you". He shook his hand and said coldly, "I want to be alone. Please don't bother me for now."
Okay, I'm really angry.
Looking at his indifferent back, Zhao Zhao slapped her mouth in anger. Oh, it was all his fault for being too talkative.
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