Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 673 Young Man Admires 18

I saw Zhang Dingyu still sitting quietly in the dormitory, studying seriously with his head down.

Puzzled, "Zhang Dingyu, why don't you pack your things? Aren't you going home this weekend? Where is your home? Do you want to take my car for a ride?"

"No need." Zhang Dingyu declined Chen Xin's proposal. She didn't know whether she should go back or not, so she said, "I'll work on the questions. You go first."

"Row."

Chen Xin's parents were urging him to leave, but he didn't dare to delay. He just threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked out of the dormitory.

After the three of them left one after another, the dormitory suddenly became empty.

The evening light slanted in through the half-open door. Zhang Dingyu's half body was immersed in the light and shadow. The only sounds in her ears were the whistling wind outside the window and the rubbing sound of her fingertips across the paper.

Perhaps it was because autumn was deepening and the wind was too loud in his ears, Zhang Dingyu actually felt it was a bit noisy. He could clearly concentrate on his homework when Huang Xiaofang was yelling and swearing outside the door.

He stood up and closed the window.

The windows outside the dormitory balcony are two large rectangular glass windows. Zhang Dingyu had just cleaned the dormitory two days ago, and the windows and desks are clean and bright.

The window is so transparent that you can clearly see the scenery outside.

The withered yellow leaves, students carrying backpacks and wearing loose school uniforms are already waiting for their parents downstairs in the dormitory building.

His long black eyelashes drooped, forming two gray clouds under his eyes, and he just looked down at everything aimlessly.

Suddenly, his dark eyes locked onto a certain spot like a camera.

Then zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again...

The students, parents, and passing vehicles around her were all blurred, and she was the only focus of the camera.

The woman was wearing a white knitted long skirt today, with a gray suit jacket on the outside. Her long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, and she wore a pair of sunglasses on her cool and pretty face.

She seemed to have changed cars, with one hand resting on a brand new champagne-colored car, and the other white finger holding up a cell phone to her ear.

Then the next second——

The phone in the dormitory rang.

Zhang Dingyu only felt that the phone seemed to be installed in his chest, ringing non-stop. The rapid and cheerful ringtone made his heart beat irregularly, cheerfully, and surgingly.

An indescribable, unfamiliar and huge impact hit Zhang Dingyu's brain directly, causing sparks to flash in his mind.

It was only a few steps from the balcony to the dormitory phone, but he was a little out of breath when he picked up the phone.

He was panting, his heart was beating wildly, and some kind of dopamine was secreted uncontrollably. It was rare that he took the initiative to speak.

"elder sister."

Lingyao raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the word "sister".

What's going on with the God of Wealth?

This week, Lingyao had to deal with the work left over from last week, so this was their second phone call in three days since she called Zhang Dingyu on the first night to ask about the matter.

Lingyao hummed, and said neatly: "Pack your things and come down."

Zhang Dingyu clenched her fingers and her throat felt dry.

He didn't expect that she actually came to pick him up. He knew that some students in No. 1 Middle School did not go home on weekends and could apply to stay in school on weekends.

Some students may go home only once a month, once every two months, or even once a semester because their homes are far away or for the sake of studying.

Because he hadn't received any calls from her in the past few days and had recharged his meal card with 3,000 yuan, Zhang Dingyu thought that he was one of the people who didn't go home on weekends.

After all, strictly speaking, he doesn't have a home in Beiyun City.

Zhang Dingyu had clearly already made up his mind and even felt that it was reasonable and logical, but when she came, he realized what he was actually thinking.

I want to go back and see her.

Zhang Dingyu said OK and hung up the phone.

He hurriedly stuffed all the books and notebooks on the table into his schoolbag, not caring about keeping it tidy.

I picked up my books and pens and threw them into my bag. Finally, I put on my school uniform jacket on the back of the chair, picked up my schoolbag, and rushed downstairs.

He rushed downstairs carrying his bag before stopping, taking a breath, slowing down his pace, and walking towards the place where he had just seen her.

Lingyao also saw him soon.

However, after only not seeing each other for a week, Lingyao felt that Zhang Dingyu had changed a lot.

His face was no longer so thin, it had gained some flesh, his originally sunken cheeks had become plump, his face was smooth, and his facial features were deep and straight.

His skin became whiter, and he stood out from the crowd in his school uniform.

But his temper was still as dull as ever. After seeing her calling her sister, he shut up.

Lingyao asked him to get in the car and followed him in.

Zhang Dingyu originally thought that she was sitting in the front driver's seat, until he wanted to turn around to close the car door, but she stopped him and pushed him inside. It was only when the fragrance of her body soaked his nostrils that he reacted.

There was actually a driver sitting in the front driver's seat.

The back seat of the car is obviously very wide and the soft leather seats are very long.

Zhang Dingyu, however, pressed tightly against one side of the car window, with his shoulders and back straight, like a piece of extremely dense steel bar.

Fortunately, the light in the car was dim, so I couldn't see his red ears under his messy hair.

Lingyao got in the car and told the driver the name of a primary school, and the car slowly started on its way.

Lingyao glanced at Zhang Dingyu, who was standing like a sculpture beside her: "Are you tired of carrying the schoolbag?"

Zhang Dingyu, who was still carrying a bag after getting on the bus, took off the bag immediately with sparkling eyes and put it on his legs as if he was being interviewed by his leader.

Lingyao reached out and picked up a bag from the back storage table, opened it, took out two boxes from it and handed them to Zhang Dingyu.

Zhang Dingyu took it and found that they were two boxes of food.

Something he hadn't eaten, but there was something written on the box.

"Jasmine Tiramisu" and "Cream Square"

It looks soft and seems to move as the car sways.

Zhang Dingyu has now learned to accept it.

"Thank you sister."

He hadn't eaten in the afternoon and was indeed a little hungry, so he opened the box of cream cubes and ate them slowly.

The carriage was immediately filled with the aroma of milk.

Lingyao then asked him.

"I heard you took the math weekly test this week?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Dingyu's originally puffy face sank and her eyes dimmed.

A mosquito-like sound came out of his throat: "I didn't do well in the exam."

"Is ranking eleventh considered a poor test?"

Moreover, according to Fang Chaoming, he enrolled two weeks late and had not kept up with the previous progress, but he was able to rank eleventh, which makes him a very excellent and hard-working student.

Zhang Dingyu's tone was dry, and contained a hint of regret and unwillingness.

“But I’ve always been number one.”

Lingyao did not advise him to calm down or comfort him, but touched his head and spoke slowly.

"Then sit back in that position."

Zhang Dingyu was completely stunned.

The other person's fingers didn't even touch him, but a shiver ran through his skin.

The force was like the wind caressing the hair on his forehead, but it was also like a punch to his heart.

The beating caused his heart to stop and his breathing to cease.

After that suffocating feeling, a strong, inexplicable desire and hope suddenly grew in his mind, growing like wild weeds and spreading across the prairie.

He also wanted her to touch his hair.