Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 251 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (78)

It's okay, this isn't the original plot, Lin Xi reassured herself again, but the thought that he was the object of the three main characters' rivalry couldn't help but waver.

Looking at the well-insulated, tightly closed door of the private room, and glancing down at his clothes that clashed with the luxurious decor, Lin Xi suppressed her emotions.

The time isn't right yet, he's not in a hurry...

……

The three of them spent the night in the private room. At 10 a.m., Zhao Zhao was the first to wake up.

When Zhao Zhao woke up on the sofa, she guiltily moved her foot away from Ai Wen's face, carefully lowered her arm from He Qinglin's neck, looked around, picked up her phone from a corner, and saw more than a dozen missed calls from Song Zhixu!

Well, I was having so much fun I forgot to say hello to him.

"Beep beep beep..." The phone vibrated again. Zhao Zhao quickly answered it. As soon as she answered, a not-so-gentle male voice came from the other end, "Zhao Zhao, what were you three doing climbing over the wall?"

Song Zhixu was in the school's monitoring room at the moment, quietly watching the three sneaky figures on the monitor, and couldn't help but laugh in anger, "You're not in good health, why are you hanging out with them instead of learning good things?"

Actively instigating, bypassing firewalls, dishonest, and blatant: ...

Zhao Zhao felt a little guilty and didn't say anything. Just then, He Qinglin, who was beside her with his eyes open but seemed not to be fully awake, immediately took Zhao Zhao's phone, said "It's so noisy" and hung up.

Zhao Zhao: ……

He Qinglin sat up nonchalantly, slowly stretched, and lazily said, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Well, Zhao Zhao wasn't one to back down from trouble. Holding up her phone, she said gleefully, "Our Chairman Song will probably be coming over soon."

His eyes crinkled into a smile as he casually nudged the "unconscious" Evan. "Get up and run."

Aiven was kicked awake from his dream. He opened his eyes impatiently and saw Zhao Zhao smiling at him. The anger in his eyes subsided and was replaced by a smile. He asked, "Did you have fun last night?"

"happy."

"Then this self-criticism was worth it."

……

After the three of them returned, they inevitably had to write a three-thousand-word self-criticism. This time, Zhao Zhao was staying at school, and not only did she lose Ye Xi's help, she also had Song Zhixu by her side to supervise her at all times.

After being caught daydreaming for the third time, Zhao Zhao completely lost her will to continue and slammed her pen on the table, yelling, "I'm not writing anymore!"

He tossed aside his self-criticism, grabbed his phone, and started playing a game in one smooth motion.

Song Zhixu: ...

Seeing him about to snatch her phone, Zhao Zhao calmly nestled her head against his chest, her fluffy head gently rubbing against Song Zhixu's chest. She softened her voice and pleaded, "Please let me off this time. We're going on a study tour tomorrow; writing a self-criticism now is pointless~"

"No, that's the rule." Song Zhixu looked tenderly at Zhao Zhao in her arms and gently stroked his hair.

They didn't use the back gate when they returned to school; instead, they entered directly through the main gate, effectively announcing their truancy to the entire school. There was nothing they could do; these few were just too conspicuous.

Zhao Zhao's bright eyes flickered slightly. Since everyone had to write a self-criticism, if Ye Xi could write one, then Song Zhixu could too!

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhao immediately seized the opportunity to coax Song Zhixu: "Write it for me, Brother Zhixu~"

His rare display of coquetry made Song Zhixu's smile widen, even attracting the attention of He Qinglin and Ai Wen, who were busy with their self-criticisms.

“Oh~ Zhao Zhao, my darling, I’ll write it for you~ It’s just a self-criticism, right? Leave it to me!” Evan didn’t even bother to put on his shoes before rushing to Zhao Zhao’s side and volunteering.

Just as he was about to pick up the letter of self-criticism, Song Zhixu pressed his hand back down without allowing him to refuse.

He smiled and said, "No."

"I come."

Zhao Zhao was dumbfounded: Okay, okay, one or two people, finally it's over.