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Chapter 183 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (10)

Zhao Zhao was leaning back in the soft chair, and seeing Fang Sheng's flustered state, she found it somewhat amusing. "Is this Chairman Song really that scary?"

Involuntarily, an image of a fierce-looking man, capable of taking on eight Fang Shengs with a single punch, came to mind.

Fang Sheng said, "It's not that it's scary, it's just that I can't afford to offend them." He didn't want to be punished, but he didn't dare to run away from it.

Xue Yanbei scoffed, pressed Fang Sheng down to sit properly, and said indifferently, "You are supposed to be the young master of the Fang family, it's too shameful to be so cowardly."

He jokingly gave Fang Sheng the middle finger. Zhao Zhao thought it made sense; she couldn't afford to lose face, so she silently raised her middle finger and said, "I was just wondering where to find him. This is perfect."

This saves him the trouble of making a trip.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of whatever happens. Come on, let's keep playing cards."

Zhao Zhao curled her lips and nonchalantly slammed the cards onto the table. Xue Yanbei, not wanting to lose face, joined in. Fang Sheng relaxed his brows upon seeing this, since they would be there to share the punishment anyway.

Moreover… he looked at Zhao Zhao. With the young master of the Yu family around, even if they didn’t accept the punishment, Song Zhixu wouldn’t dare to do anything to them.

"Hehehe, how about the loser of this round goes and confesses to He Qinglin?" Jiang Jiawei said fearlessly, stroking the cards in his hand and rolling his eyes.

Zhao Zhao paused upon hearing this, feeling as if he had heard something unbelievable. Wasn't this his deskmate who had missed two days of class?

"A guy confessing his love to another guy?" This is the first time Zhao Zhao has ever seen something like this in all her life.

"Yes."

"That's more exciting!" Xue Yanbei chimed in, but Fang Sheng hesitated, "Why are you provoking him again?" Don't you think one Song Zhixu is enough?

His voice grew softer and softer, sounding somewhat unsure of himself.

This person is not someone they can afford to offend. If he really gets angry, they'll be in deep trouble.

Xue Yanbei was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and went straight to the point: "Want to play or not?"

"Play……"

Fang Sheng joined in, and the four of them started a new round of card games. After Zhao Zhao became familiar with the game, she played with great ease. Fang Sheng was very cautious in these few rounds, and Xue Yanbei was also an experienced card player. As a result, Jiang Jiawei lost this round.

Zhao Zhao smiled and looked at Jiang Jiawei, saying, "I'm really looking forward to He Qinglin's expression."

"Hahaha, Jiawei, look at your brilliant idea, it's backfired on you now~" Fang Sheng was practically dying of laughter.

Jiang Jiawei accepted his fate without any objection.

"Let's go again. This time, the loser has to pick up the first person they encounter after leaving this door, carry them around in a princess carry, and spin them twice," Zhao Zhao grinned, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Xue Yanbei chuckled, "Zhaoyi, how come you've become like them?"

Cut~

Zhao Zhao raised an eyebrow, then threw out a pair of royal flushes with an air of triumph, followed by another pair of bombs. She won the first round very easily.

However, when he saw the cards in the second round, Zhao Zhao was sweating profusely, as the other three won against him effortlessly.

It was the third round of the do-or-die game. Zhao Zhao stared at the increasingly terrible cards in her hand and decisively threw down her hand, saying, "I concede."

After saying that, Zhao Zhao immediately got up and opened the door to the private room. She put her hands in her pockets and prepared to make a cool and unexpected encounter. However, she was caught off guard and saw a group of students dressed in school uniforms.

The young man in the lead was half a head taller than Zhao Zhao. He had gentle features and was extremely handsome. He had a naturally warm and gentle temperament. At this moment, he raised his hand as if he was about to knock on the door.

Their eyes met, and they both paused for a moment, stunned.

Zhao Zhao took a half step back, looked up, and thought to herself, "How can he possibly lift this up?"

"I……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time, then both paused in surprise. Zhao Zhao smiled politely and said, "You go first."

Song Zhixu nodded gently to him. At this moment, the people in the private room heard the commotion and quickly ran out.

Seeing this, Song Zhixu took the notebook from the student council member next to her, her cool eyes sweeping over Zhao Zhao's back one by one, and smiled as she asked, "Are you students from Class 1, Grade 11?"

"..." No one paid him any attention.

The air suddenly felt heavy.