Mr. He, please respect yourself

In the dead of night, he was alone in Nuo Da's apartment and couldn't sleep at all. Although he had asked for leave from the school and could take a rest in the morning, he had woken up many times in his sleep due to the chaotic dreams.

In just a few days, the blue shadow under Song Zicheng's eyes had turned slightly purple, and he was haggard and lifeless.

Last night, Li Yaoxu told Song Zicheng that Taiding's announcement was made.

Song Zicheng went up to take a look, and it was no different from the general official announcement. Every sentence was rigorous and flawless, which stated that Tai Ding treats every contestant fairly and justly, and will hold those who slander them accountable.

After Trident's official announcement came out, the heat of the event did not decrease at all, but the attention of netizens on this matter began to shift from Li Yaoxu and Song Zicheng to the competition itself.

This was a good sign, but Song Zicheng still couldn't fall asleep. He stared blankly at the ceiling. He stayed up all night like this. The melatonin he bought online two days ago had arrived. He still couldn't sleep after taking three pills. Song Zicheng Decided to try a few more tonight.

Looking at the time, at 05:30 in the morning, the curtains were opened, the sky outside was dark, Song Zicheng sat on the bed, quietly looking at the gray sky, and after a while, the sky was as white as fish belly, and in the far east, there was a thin, long The colorful clouds reflect the sky.

Feeling a bit hungry while sitting, Song Zicheng thought about it, got up to wash up, and deliberately picked out a sweater with a hood to put on.

It's been a few days. If you go out so early, you should be fine.

Song Zicheng stood outside the door, as if he had made up his mind, he took the first step out of the apartment, took a deep breath, and then let it out.

A new day has come, but he hasn't gone out for five days, Song Zicheng feels as if he has passed half his life.

Put on your hat and walk slowly towards the snack street.

From the school to the snack street, it is closer than He Chumo's apartment to the snack street. Walk through a street, turn a corner, and you are there.

Before six o'clock, the vendors and shopkeepers in the snack street are still in a state of preparation. The doors of many shops are half open, and the iron rolling doors have not yet been fully raised.

"Boy!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Song Zicheng raised his head. Not far away, the proprietress of the soybean milk shop was shouting, waving enthusiastically to Song Zicheng.

"Come on, the soy milk has just been boiled, it's fresh and piping hot!"

Song Zicheng smiled slightly and walked over quickly.

As soon as I walked to the proprietress, before she could open her mouth, the proprietress said 'Oh', and her face suddenly showed concern, "Young man, I haven't seen you for a few days, what's the matter with you? Look at you, you are so thin, with those eye circles and this face, It's all dented."

The proprietress frowned, pulled Song Zicheng into the store, and muttered as she walked, "You young people don't know how to cherish your body, and you often stay up late to play games. That's not good. The body is the capital of the revolution. Your own The body, I don’t even know how to treat it well..."

Listening to the proprietress's thoughts, Song Zicheng's heart was warm and his eyes were swollen.

The proprietress asked Song Zicheng to sit down and brought a cup full of black soybean milk, "Drink quickly, new product, I'll give you a taste, I'll go to Liao Zi's next door and get you a shrimp steamed stuffed bun with soup. His steamed stuffed steamed stuffed bun with soup is Yijue, you only buy Xiaolongbao every time, and he keeps talking about it to me."

"Thank you, I'm allergic to seafood, I'll just drink soy milk."

"Hey, how about it, then you can try the steamed pork dumplings from our door-to-door, paired with my soy milk, it's top-notch! I'll get it for you."

The proprietress enthusiastically recommended it, and she left as soon as she finished speaking.

Song Zicheng could not stop screaming.

Feeling helpless and moved, Song Zicheng took a sip of the hot soy milk.

Suddenly he thought of He Chumo.

In the past few days, it's not that I haven't missed him, but it's not as intense as it is now.

Now he really wants to share with He Chumo that the proprietress of the soy milk shop has launched a very delicious black bean soy milk.

It's just that He Chumo didn't contact him after the 'Wanziwen' incident, and even when he didn't return to the villa, He Chumo didn't ask him what was going on.

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