The Price of Rebirth [System]

To be honest, Zhang Chongji had rehearsed more than three situations of the other party in his mind, whether he ignored it or was happy, but he never expected it to be the current situation.

"Can you listen to such a bad song?"

"Are you deaf?"

Gee, what does this mean?

Why does this person look so disgusted with his own album?

Although Zhang Chongji had doubts in his heart, he remained calm on the surface, his ears were flushed, and his annoyed appearance really interpreted an enthusiastic fan.

"Sir, have you ever heard his song?"

The other party raised his eyebrows, wanted to say something but subconsciously glanced at the rest of the passengers and finally said a word: "...No."

Tsk, just pretend.

Zhang Chongji finally knew Yuan Yuan's plan. Fortunately, there were systematic reminders from the beginning to confirm that this person was the superstar Yuan Yuan, otherwise Zhang Chongji might really be deceived by that look of disgust.

want to play?Okay, I'll just play with you. Now that you've played it, you must play a full set, right?

Zhang Chongji didn't say anything, just pulled him to a double seat and sat next to him, put on an ear wire and handed the other end to Yuan Yuan.

The other party raised his eyebrows and didn't take Zhang Chongji's hand, but pushed the ear wire a little further.

"If you haven't heard it, then you are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks."

"……Ha ha"

With a deep sneer, as if convinced by this reason, the other party's slender fingers took Zhang Chongji's ear wire.

Fingers skillfully clicked a few times on the phone screen, and when the soft and lyrical singing came to his ears, Zhang Chongji patiently explained: "This song

is my favorite and also his debut song, although not as popular as his other songs but I still like it very much. "

"Here—" Zhang Chongji tapped his fingertips on the screen of his mobile phone but unobtrusively pulled the distance between the two of them closer, "Here are the lyrics."

"You're crazy about him?"

The distance between the two is a little close, and Zhang Chongji can vaguely feel the warm breath above the pinna, which is a little itchy.

"En." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Chongji's mouth, he raised his head, his eyes as beautiful as black pearls were faintly earnest and hot, "I'm very obsessed with him."

The people around him didn't say anything this time, but they didn't take off the ear wire either.

Zhang Chongji squinted his eyes happily, as if he was very satisfied that the other party could listen to his favorite song so seriously, but he could pretend he didn't hear the other party humming the melody of the song softly.

Since you want to pretend, you can pretend to the end, never heard of it, do you think you are an idiot if you are so familiar with it?

Zhang Chongji snorted coldly in his heart, but his gaze on the surface was frequently looking at the other party.

"Huh..." said suspiciously, Zhang Chongji seemed to have discovered something, and frowned carefully as he looked at the other party covered by big sunglasses and a hoodie.

Covering most of his face, "Is it an illusion, why does it feel like you are Yuan... No, it's definitely not possible, you said you haven't heard his song..."

Zhang Chongji, who was talking to himself, shook his head for a while and then looked at the other party uncertainly again, which was actually a bit cute.

"Even I haven't listened to this song for a long time." The other party murmured, and then laughed softly, "You are really cute."

"What, what?"

Ignoring Zhang Zhongji's astonished expression, the man took out a marker pen from his pocket while pulling off the ear wire.

"Hand out."

"What, what's the matter?..." Zhang Chongji was a little flustered by this sudden instruction, hesitated again and again but obediently stretched out his palm.

The man lowered his head and wrote something seriously in Zhang Zhongji's palm.

The touch of the pen tip was a little itchy in the palm of his hand, coupled with the close-range snorting of the man, Zhang Chongji was a little nervous and his ears turned red.

Zhang Chongji glanced at the person's movements from time to time, although he couldn't see clearly what he was writing, but there was a vague expectation in his eyes.

"All right."

Zhang Chongji hastily withdrew his palm, and what caught his eyes was a beautiful signature like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Opening his eyes wide in disbelief, Zhang Chongji looked up at the person who had already walked to the back door and was about to get off the car, and moved his lips: "You are really..."

"Hush——" The other party's slender index finger was gently placed in the center of the lip line, he stopped Zhang Chongji from continuing to speak, and saluted handsomely with two fingers on his forehead, "Goodbye, my little fan who is obsessed with me. "

The bus door opened with a bang, and Zhang Chongji quickly stood up, but the man put his head in his pocket and refused to get off the bus.

The door closed with a clatter, and the bus drove slowly on the road again, but Zhang Chongji narrowed his eyes as he looked at the name in his palm.

Yuan Yuan...

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"Dad, you have been waiting for a long time." Putting the still warm bento on the cabinet next to the bed, Zhang Chongji looked at Father Wu on the bed with a smile on his face.

"It's nothing, but I'm going to trouble you, Xiaojing." Father Wu's mouth was also full of smiles, and he looked at his filial son with loving eyes, "I even made chicken soup for Dad."

"It's not a big deal, you are my father." Zhang Chongji pulled up the small dining table that came with him on the hospital bed, carefully put a bowl of chicken soup in front of Wu's father, "Dad, drink it, be careful not to burn it."

"Okay, okay, okay." Father Wu patted the back of Zhang Zhongji's hand in relief after saying three good things, "He is really a good son who is filial to his father."

"Well, Dad, drink with me first and wash your hands."

"well."

After entering the toilet that came with the ward, Zhang Chongji turned on the tap.

"Tsk, it's really ugly."

Glancing at the name on his palm, Zhang Chongji frowned and stretched his hand into the pool.

The clear and cool water stimulated the nerve endings of the fingertips, and Zhang Zhongxin carelessly rubbed the name on his palm.

"Enough is enough."

After finally turning his palms back to fair, Zhang Chongji looked at the cheeks in the mirror that did not belong to him, and said to himself sarcastically.

"Zhang Chongji, you are really capable."

The handsome man in the mirror also looked at him with indifferent eyes.

After a while, Zhang Chongji finally sighed, squeezed the bridge of his nose and opened the toilet door.

Back in the ward, Wu's father had already drank a bowl of chicken soup, and was smacking his mouth comfortably.

"Dad, how does it taste?"

"Don't say it's really good, Xiaojing, your cooking skills are really getting better and better." Wu's father handed the empty bowl to Zhang Chongji, and said cheerfully.

Zhang Chongji just bent his mouth and took the empty bowl: "Dad, do you want to drink more?"

"Ah, no need, I've eaten some noodles just now and I'm full." Father Wu waved his hands, stroking his stomach contentedly.

"Noodle?"

"Well, the young master came to see me just now and brought me a bowl of handmade Yangchun noodles."

"Eldest young master?" Zhang Chongji paused when he was cleaning up the dishes, his eyes flickered at Father Wu, "Dad, are you talking about Mr. Yuan from that day?"

"No, otherwise, who do you think I would call Eldest Young Master?"

"Well, Mr. Yuan...you really have a kind heart."

It seemed that he sighed inadvertently, but Zhang Zhongji secretly observed Wu's father's reaction.

Sure enough, Father Wu agreed with this very much.

"Yes, compared to the second young master, the eldest young master treats us much better."

"Second Young Master? Is he very aggressive towards his servants?" Hearing the information that was beneficial to him, Zhang Chongji had a puzzled and curious expression on his face, and actually began to talk in secret.

"...Well, I don't know how to say it. It's not good to be chewed behind your back." Father Wu looked a little embarrassed, "After all, he is also the young master your father serves."

"Dad, I'm just curious. If it's inconvenient, forget it..." Zhang Chongji smiled and didn't say anything, but his eyes were obviously sad.

This shocked Father Wu, he quickly patted Zhang Chongji's hand, and comforted him: "Xiao Jing, don't be discouraged, I really don't know much about the second young master, he always stays in the company very Seldom go home, saying that no one can figure out his temper, although he goes home the least number of times, but once the servants are punished, it is always because of him."

Father Wu put out everything he knew, hey, who made him the one who loves his son, how could he not feel sorry for his always well-behaved and filial son showing such a frustrated expression!

"Well, Dad, I just asked casually. There is nothing to be discouraged." Zhang Chongji shook his head, looking like a filial son, but only he himself knows how much information he has actually found.

"Dad, I heard that the third young master of the Yuan family is a celebrity, right? Ah, I saw an interview about him on the light screen of the building on the way here."

Thinking of the man he met on the bus a long time ago, how could Zhang Chongji miss such a good opportunity to bring up the topic, as for the interview, who knows.

"Well, the third young master is indeed a star," Wu's father also opened up his chatterbox with the "front pad" of the second young master in front, "However, he rarely comes home, probably because he is too busy, after all, he is a Celebrities are always inconvenient to show their faces."

very busy?Are you busy and take the bus leisurely?

Zhang Chongji mocked with a sneer in his heart.

"Dad, I heard that the third young master is actually the illegitimate son of the Yuan family..."

"Bah, bah, you can't talk nonsense." Before Zhang Chongji finished speaking, Wu's father hurriedly covered his mouth, his face flustered, "Where did you hear the bullshit news, it's just nonsense!"

Zhang Chongji was a little surprised at Father Wu's attitude towards this.

Why is Father Wu so nervous when this topic is brought up? Could it be a sensitive topic?

"Okay, Dad, I won't talk nonsense, don't be angry."

"You boy," Wu's father nodded Zhang Chongji's forehead with his finger, with a helpless look on his face, "how can I be angry with you? It's just such nonsense, but don't say it again."

"I know Dad."

"En..." Hearing Zhang Chongji's answer, Father Wu nodded reassuringly and then said as if remembering something, "Xiao Jing, are you doing well in that school?"

"It's pretty good, what's the matter?" Zhang Chongji answered absent-mindedly without the information about the four brothers of the Yuan family.

"Just now I heard from Eldest Young Master that it seems that Fourth Young Master is going back to China to continue his classes."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"So Xiaojing, you don't know? It is said that the fourth young master seems to go to the university where you teach."

Zhang Chongji raised his head abruptly.

"Fourth young master? The school where I teach?"