What will Mr. Koo buy today?

When Zhao Xingluo woke up, he felt that his battery had been charged to about 20%. If the battery logo could be displayed on his head, it would even be red. go to school.

Because Zhao Xingluo's family is in the local area and he is a day student, the relationship with his classmates is not as close as that of living in the same dormitory. However, there is still an acquaintance in the study group in the class, but the best friend is not from the same department. .

At this moment, Zhao Xingluo had just come to the classroom to sit down, when a classmate in the study group stuffed a file bag, he hesitated for a moment, and immediately understood what was inside.

"Yes, Xingluo, I really died from drought, and I died from waterlogging." The classmate who handed him the bag patted him on the shoulder, and said in a sour tone, which made the people who came all the way feel parched. Zhao Xingluo experienced the effect of promoting body fluid to quench thirst.

He slightly squeezed the thickness of the file bag, smiled wryly, and put it directly into the schoolbag instead of opening it immediately.

"Don't you want to take a look?" A member of the study group asked with some disappointment.

"No more."

Zhao Xingluo shook his head. At the same time, he felt that someone was looking at him. Perhaps these letters were also handed over by his classmates.

"Hey, have all the girls in the school written to you?" The students in the same group sitting at the table behind him asked with some reluctance.

Because Zhao Xingluo's family doesn't live in the local school, but sometimes he will receive letters from him in the mailbox.

Zhao Xingluo would not come to school when there was no class, so these plastic brothers more or less received love letters for Zhao Xingluo—the kind of letters that are slightly different from ordinary letters at first glance, because they are from the same school, and there is no stamp on them. Some of the exquisite letterheads that were placed in the letterbox were still stained with fragrance.

"There's no such thing." Zhao Xingluo waved his hand and denied it lightly.

Zhao Xingluo was still very popular in this big class, because his materials were the most complete, and his arguments were also very sufficient, so he was inevitably named and praised.

After class, the plastic brothers booed him for a treat.

"I made an appointment with someone, how about this? You go first, I will send a red envelope in the group." Zhao Xingluo smiled and said, and the plastic brothers applauded.

"Hey, Xing Luo, don't try too hard, even though you are in the limelight in class, you have dark circles under your eyes."

The plastic brother got a bargain, and he didn't forget to sell him a good one.

"Stupid birds fly first." Zhao Xingluo said with a smile, carrying his schoolbag like a lone ranger, and disappeared into the corridor.

"It's so shaky, kid."

Zhao Xingluo's hearing was very keen, and when he was about to turn a corner, he caught a line from the heart of the plastic brother flower.

Zhao Xingluo: "..."

In fact, he doesn't have to be outstanding, it's just that he has such a habit, once he starts to do something, he must strive for perfection.

He is gentle with others, but cautious and strict with himself, as if he has made his own scabbard, sealing that stubborn soul.

Zhao Xingluo has his own safe distance when interacting with people. In fact, if the plastic brothers are a little older, they will find out that Zhao Xingluo’s sense of proportion is actually very comfortable. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but they are still Twenty Lang was a teenager at the age of making jokes about his buddies, so Zhao Xingluo's more mature way of socializing didn't catch their eye.

The closer the relationship between people, the more attachments will arise, and attachments are mostly double-edged swords, unless it is the kind... He is very interested, and has a premonition that they will be very compatible and want to Interesting soul who knows each other, if that's the case, he can give up many of his own rules and regulations, just like...

Suddenly Zhao Xingluo frowned and raised his eyelids, making his beautiful eyes look innocent.

He seemed to think of someone.

……

When Zhao Xingluo came back to work the night shift, the old apprentice had already arrived first.

"Little master, did you kill the Quartet in class today?"

When the old apprentice saw him coming, he hurried over to flatter him, not for any other reason, but because the old apprentice respected teachers very much, so even if the master of the convenience store was one year younger than himself, the old apprentice still stood around After.

"Okay, why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Zhao Xingluo asked as he came out of the staff locker room and changed into the uniform of the convenience store.

"I saw you in the rest room preparing all the time during the rest time. It's amazing my little master." The old apprentice clasped his hands together and said.

He happened to be in the same major as Zhao Xingluo, and was a grade higher than him. Just by looking at him, he could tell what level Zhao Xingluo was doing.

"Homework must always be taken seriously." Zhao Xingluo nodded, and entered the counter to start the day's work.

The old apprentice stuck out his tongue, feeling that he would never be able to become a teacher in this life. This kind of academic bully with both good looks and high IQ, wants to be famous unless he beats himself to the top.

Just when the old apprentice was complaining, the phone in the convenience store suddenly rang through the sky.

"Oh my god! The bell rings at midnight!" The old apprentice shook his hair, his whole body trembling.

Although the Fanglin Convenience Store is indeed open 24 hours a day, and it can also deliver goods to your door, but at this time... the old apprentice raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was already midnight. Who knew that the other end of the phone was Round or flat, human or ghost?

Just when he was about to pick up the phone tremblingly, Zhao Xingluo stretched out his hand to block him and stopped him.

"Little master, do you also feel that there is a monster?" The old apprentice asked tremblingly.

Then he saw Zhao Xingluo staring at the caller ID on the phone and shaking his head.

"I'll pick it up." Zhao Xingluo said.

He remembered this phone number, which was the home phone of Gu Shang's family.