Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Meng Feiying left in a daze.

Ah Zhao felt a little baffled by this.

But Ah Zhao said that he is a very caring friend.

Meng Feiying is willing to share the girl's secret with her, so she will be a qualified listener.

If she doesn't want to tell others, she just pretends she doesn't know!

After eating, Ah Zhao went to the small garden where he took a nap every day.

There is already a bag of snacks there at the moment, and Xia Shishi, the universal companion, has prepared it there in advance.

Speaking of this, Ah Zhao will start to appreciate his character design again.

#Miss has a devil-like figure#

This sentence is simply a rigid setting.

It doesn't matter how Ah Zhao eats, doesn't exercise, or lays down every day.

She will never grow a little bit of flesh, and will always maintain a devil figure.

Usually, if Ah Zhao is not full, he will eat something to pad his stomach. If he is full, he will sit and watch the scenery for a while, or lie down and sleep for a while.

She didn't sleep today.

She is waiting for someone.

Ah Zhao didn't wait long.

In less than five minutes, the boy in the white shirt could be seen walking towards him from a distance.

Ah Zhao suddenly felt that the sun was a bit glaring.

A long time ago, I don't remember which world I was in, Azhao once read this sentence in a book:

Every girl has a boy in a white shirt living in her heart, this is their dream when they were young.

Ah Zhao raised his head and looked at Tang Zhou who was walking over.

She thought that the boys in white shirts in girls' dreams probably looked like Tang Zhou.

Thin, clean, elegant.

It includes all young girls' fantasies about Prince Charming.

Like Ah Zhao, Tang Zhou was also looking at the girl sitting on the grass.

She now looks very different from usual.

There is no straight back, no dignified and elegant sitting posture.

She was just like any ordinary high school girl, sitting cross-legged on the grass so casually, exuding a youthful aura wantonly.

Tang Zhou suddenly realized why the eldest lady asked him to come here.

He laughed.

Walk to Ah Zhao.

He then sat down cross-legged.

Miss. He called her.

After a pause, Tang Zhou laughed again.

He took a serious look at A Zhao at this time, and said, Maybe, I can change my name?

Azhao also laughed.

She knew that Tang Zhou understood what she meant.

She pointed to herself: My name is Wan Qizhao, you can call me Azhao.

Tang Zhou opened his mouth: Ah... Zhao.

As if he was adapting to something, he pronounced these two words very slowly.

After a while, he called again: A Zhao.

Ah Zhao let out a huh and pointed to himself: Look, this is how I am now.

She looked at Tang Zhou seriously: You should understand why I chose to meet you here today, right?

As you can see, the young lady you know is not necessarily the real Wan Qizhao. Even the Wan Qizhao you see now is not necessarily the real one.

Tang Zhou nodded.

But what does that matter? he said.

Ah Zhao tilted his head to look at him.

Tang Zhou laughed, looked at Ah Zhao, his eyes were as bright as stars: I just need to be sure, I like you.

It doesn't matter if you are the eldest lady, Wan Qizhao, or Ah Zhao.

you are you.

It's the girl I like.