Worry

Author: Xiao Longyue

Worry

Nan Zishu regretted it as soon as he said it. Isn't this nonsense? Although many girls nowadays refuse sweets because they want to stay in shape, most girls still prefer sweets.

Besides, without preparing sugar, how could he serve a bowl of bitter melon juice?

Isn’t it pretentious to ask this?

Just when Nan Zishu was a little embarrassed and wanted to change the subject, Ling Bei suddenly said almost to himself:

"Life is already very hard, so I have to eat some sweets to make myself happy."

Hearing this, Nan Zishu was immediately stunned.

This sentence seemed very familiar to her.

When they first came to Jiangcheng to go to college, Nan Zishu and Xu Huan especially liked to go to the dessert shop opposite the west school gate to eat desserts. There was a large message board on the wall of the dessert shop, with many notes pinned on it with small thumbtacks.

Most of the papers are small wishes written by students who come and go.

Nan Zishu and Xu Huan would sometimes write something on a whim and then nail it to it.

At that time, Nan Zishu wrote exactly the same thing as what Ling Bei just said.

Regarding Nan Zishu's resume and family matters, Ling Bei can use his "supernatural power" to learn about it. But even she may not be able to find such a small note left casually on the wall of the dessert shop.

And how do you know it?

Just a coincidence?

"Well." Ling Bei seemed to have already guessed that Nan Zishu would be stunned by these words, so he calmly diverted the topic: "On your mobile phone, please call your best friend first. It's been one night, I guess she

It’s time to get anxious.”

"Oh, okay." Nan Zishu's wandering brain was successfully brought back by Ling Bei's words. After taking the phone, she subconsciously said to herself: "Is there still power?"

Nan Zishu turned on the screen. The phone, which had only about 30 kilowatt-hours of power left last night, was now fully charged.

She couldn't help but look up at Ling Bei again.

Ling Beixiao looked at Nan Zishu's confused look and thought it was very cute: "The battery has been charged for you, little fool. Don't worry, I have no intention of looking at your phone, and I don't have that kind of 'agent skills' either.

I don’t know how to decipher the mobile phone password.”

"Thanks."

After so many things, Nan Zishu didn't know what to say to Ling Bei. She felt that she should thank him, but she felt that it was far from enough.

"There's no need to be under so much psychological pressure. These are all things I should do." Ling Bei's words were taken for granted, but they seemed to have a different meaning.

"Remember to call auntie later so I can go see her."

Ling Bei finally gave instructions: "Then you have a good rest and leave the rest to me."

After Ling Bei left the room and closed the door, Nan Zishu averted her gaze that had been following him.

When I turned on my phone, I saw a dozen missed calls in the notification bar.

They were all beaten by Xu Huan.

As soon as Nan Zishu called back, he was picked up immediately, and then the other end of the phone roared: "Nan Zishu, you still know how to make phone calls!"

Nan Zishu subconsciously took the phone away from his ear, and waited for Xu Huan to finish yelling before he said in a flattering manner: "Oh, don't get so angry. Didn't I call you not long after I woke up?"

"Just woke up? Why did you sleep until now? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Hearing this, Xu Huan immediately calmed down and asked with concern.

Nan Zishu knew that his best friend was worried, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart: "No, I just ate something and then took medicine. Don't worry, it's nothing."

"Well, that's good." Xu Huan over there just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he remembered something was wrong, and asked in a serious tone: "Where are you now?"
Chapter completed!