That night, when Zhao Zhao was playing games with Aiwen and others, his cell phone suddenly vibrated and a transfer message popped up.
Zhao Zhao didn't bother to look at the string of zeros and quickly slashed it open. Their game was getting intense, and this thing was blocking his vision!
Soon the game character died, and Zhao Zhao angrily threw his phone onto the sofa. The new phone bounced to the ground with a "bang", but fortunately it was of good quality and intact.
However, in the game, Ivan, who heard the noise, immediately laughed. He turned on the microphone and said, "Zhao Zhao, why are you so angry even though you lost the game?"
"I didn't." Zhao Zhao rolled his eyes. After calming down, he picked up his phone and saw that his game character was still in the resurrection stage, so he took the time to check the transfer information.
He discovered that there was another transfer an hour ago, which was from his brother, and the one just now was from his father.
The busy man finally read the message. Zhao Zhao looked back at the message he had sent before and found that both people had replied to him.
They all asked him questions like how he broke his phone and whether he was okay.
After replying one by one, the game will begin.
Fighting with a mobile phone, online, there are enthusiastic relatives and friends, but in reality, I am a lonely person in a huge mansion.
But it was really strange. Zhao Zhao always felt that he seemed happy and unhappy at the same time.
In the following time, Zhao Zhao was late almost every day, and the earliest time was when he didn't even come in before the school bell rang.
Today was no exception, but this time when he got out of the car, he saw Song Zhixu, whom he hadn't seen for several days.
The young man stood at the school gate, his whole body bathed in the sun, his face still with a gentle smile. While listening to a senior from the student union speak, he slowly flipped through the registration book in his hand.
Fang Xingluo heard the noise and thought it was about this time, so he looked up and met the eyes of his old acquaintance Zhao Zhao.
"...President." He turned and looked at Song Zhixu.
Since Zhao Zhao was always late and never changed despite repeated warnings, Fang Xingluo hurriedly explained the situation to the president after meeting him today, and even specifically mentioned that the man was the young master of the Yu family.
Song Zhixu nodded, holding the pen and looking at Zhaozhao with a smile. Their eyes met, and Zhaozhao silently looked away.
He always felt that this man was a smiling tiger, and in his eyes, everything about him seemed to be seen through.
"I'm late, please write it down." Zhao Zhao didn't want to stay and hurriedly asked him to write down his name. After all, if he deducted these two points today, he would be able to get a total of 20 points.
He raised his chin and looked at the other person provocatively.
Song Zhixu chuckled, holding the pen with his bony fingers, and wrote the three words "Yu Zhaoyi" again. "Including this time, you've already lost 20 points."
"Yeah." Thinking that this person was the protagonist, Zhao Zhao still retained some patience to communicate with him.
"Well, junior, don't be late again tomorrow." His tone was slow and gentle, but when Zhao Zhao looked into his calm eyes, he always felt that this old fox seemed to have known his purpose.
He was rebellious and deliberately said, "Tomorrow? I can't promise."
"Yeah?"
Song Zhixu's smile became gentler, but he roughly threw the registration book to Fang Xingluo. The young man was tall, elegant and dignified, and slowly approached Zhaozhao.
As the distance got closer, Zhao Zhao could clearly see that the man's eyes were full of indifference.
"Be honest and don't go against me. Now that the goal has been achieved, you should not be late again." A low tone sounded in my ears, softly as if coaxing a disobedient child.
The student union members who were standing with their backs to Song Zhixu, just by hearing these words, all agreed in their hearts that their president had a good temper. But when Zhao Zhao, who was facing him, realized how impatient this man was hiding under his mask.
However, Zhao Zhao wasn't afraid of him. Seeing several members of the student union staring at Song Zhixu with admiration, he sneered, "Aren't you tired of pretending like this every day?"
There was no smile in Song Zhixu's eyes, but he still smiled at him with his lips curled up.
"Tsk~ I really don't understand you guys. You clearly don't like me, but you still pretend to be nice."
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