Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

Wen Ling didn’t know what Zhou Zhi was thinking, but he didn’t understand why Zhou Zhi didn’t come to comfort him even after he showed weakness.

It's obvious that he can be coaxed into compliance with just a kiss, and the cost is so low, so why doesn't she come over?

Wen Ling looked at the half-meter distance between the two of them, lowered his head and slowly moved over.

Zhou Zhi stood up quickly. Wen Ling raised his head to look at her, but found that Zhou Zhi was looking down at him expressionlessly.

Wen Ling became uneasy and wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but Zhou Zhi stepped back and said in a cold tone: "Let's meet after the college entrance examination."

"what?"

"Don't think too much."

Zhou Zhi did not respond to his surprise, but instead told him not to think too much about it. How could he not think too much about it?

Wen Ling suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"I--"

"Okay, I have to go back and rest and prepare for the college entrance examination. I won't talk to you any more."

Zhou Zhi turned around and left, this time without even taking the steamed buns he had just bought.

Wen Ling couldn't believe that things would turn out like this. Holding the steamed buns that Zhou Zhi had abandoned, she called out to her, "Zhizhi—"

Zhou didn’t know whether she heard it or not, but she started running and disappeared in an instant.

......

Wen Ling lowered his head, even more confused.

Shouldn't he have told her this?

Did this have any impact on Zhizhi?

Is he still too greedy?

He stared at the steamed bun in his hand, unable to understand anything.

It’s okay, Zhizhi said, it’s just that I didn’t see him during the college entrance examination, it doesn’t mean we will never see each other again.

Zhizhi just wants to keep the feeling fresh. He would get bored if they saw each other too often. Zhizhi wanted to not see him for a few days just so that they could be together for a long time. There was no need for him to think too much about it.

Wen Ling tried to comfort himself.

It rained heavily on the first day of the college entrance examination. Wen Ling resisted the urge to pick up Zhou Zhi, nor did he lie down in some corner waiting for her, because Zhou Zhi's perception ability was so strong that he had been discovered by Zhou Zhi who just passed by several times when he hid behind the trash can.

If she was discovered, Zhizhi would probably be very unhappy.

On the night after the college entrance examination, Wen Ling and Zhou Zhi, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, finally met at a class dinner.

Wen Ling didn't have to take the exam, and he didn't dare sit anywhere else since he came late. He waited until Zhou Zhi gave him a confirmed message before he nervously sat in an empty seat next to Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi already smelled of alcohol, it wasn't very strong, but his face was red and he looked very drunk.

Wen Ling poked Zhou Zhi's face, but Zhou Zhi ignored him. He lowered his hand and held her hand.

Zhou Zhi smiled, half-closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder. When Wen Ling arrived, Zhou Zhi, who had just sat upright, leaned on his shoulder. It was hard for everyone not to think too much, and there was a lot of booing everywhere.

Wen Ling laughed unconsciously. There were a few teachers present, but they didn't say anything. They just looked at them as if they were watching a show. They didn't have the defensive attitude that they had in school.

Zhou Zhiquan pretended not to hear and said nothing.

Everyone was laughing and joking, having overcome the mountain that they feared the most in their youth. After enduring the torment of the past days with the fearlessness in their hearts, they didn't want to remember anything tonight.

Zhou Zhi sat for a while and started playing with Wen Ling's fingers.

She twisted it back and forth without knowing how hard to use. Wen Ling didn't know what was so fun about it, but she was willing to hold his hand. He was happy in his heart and followed her.

"wood."

Zhou Zhi suddenly muttered something.

Wen Ling didn't hear clearly and wasn't sure what Zhou Zhi said: "What?"

“Not romantic at all.”

Wen Ling didn't react for a moment, and his finger suddenly felt a pain. Zhou Zhizheng angrily pinched his middle finger and pointed it at himself.

Wen Ling was a little angry, and the next second Zhou Zhi grabbed it and kissed it, apologizing to his middle finger: "I'm sorry, I hurt you. It's not your fault that you didn't buy me flowers. You were implicated. Well, don't blame me."

well.

Wen Ling laughed in anger.

"gone."

"Where?"

Wen Ling didn't answer and took her away.

Zhou Zhi followed him downstairs. Wen Ling walked to the front desk and was talking to someone else: "Yes, that person was me. OK, give it to me. Thank you."

Zhou Zhi was so bored that he started counting the lights in the lobby.

"Zhizhi."

"what?"

Zhou Zhi marked the lights and remembered which one was which. Then she reluctantly lowered her head to the fragrant red roses in Wen Ling's hand. She was really surprised and paused for a moment. She asked knowingly, "What is this?"

"I found this for you, a poor romance."

Zhou Zhi looked up.

Wen Ling's ears turned red.

Zhou Zhi burped: Oh, this damn love talk.