Chapter 126 A type of person

Destined? If Master Zheng, who is close to breaking the defense, was here, he would probably curse. Destined? How much is your mother worth?

Ye Yao glanced at the boy displeased, stopped talking, turned around and left.

The boy hurriedly walked to Ye Yao and said with a smile: "Where are you going? Can I treat you to a meal tonight? Just think of it as thanking you for lending me a meal card that day."

Ye Yao stopped and said in a cold voice: "You already transferred the money to me that day, there is no need."

"One code equals one code," the boy was still smiling, "Thank you anyway, just listen to me, let's go eat Japanese food."

Boys act very assertive and strong.

"Wang Zhe," Ye Yao frowned even more tightly, "I don't know you that well, so there is no need to eat together."

Wang Zhe is the English class representative of Class 4, and the English teacher of Class 4 happens to be Qin Ruo, so Ye Yao knows him, but she only remembers his name.

That day, Ye Yao was cooking in the cafeteria and happened to meet Wang Zhe. The school cafeteria could only pay with meal cards or cash, but Wang Zhe didn't bring any cash, so he borrowed a meal card from Ye Yao and then transferred the money to Ye Yao.

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But from Wang Zhe's perspective, that day was like this.

Having known Ye Yao for so long, he never had Ye Yao’s contact information. When he ran into Ye Yao in the cafeteria that day, he had an idea.

He thought that if he pretended not to bring any money and borrowed the meal card to transfer money, he could always add Ye Yao's vx, right?

But unexpectedly, Ye Yao generously lent him his meal card. However, when he wanted to add vx to transfer money, Ye Yao only gave him a cold payment code...

"I think we are quite familiar..." Wang Zhe's mouth twitched.

"Goodbye."

Ye Yao was too lazy to talk to him and turned around to leave.

Zheng Tinghe asked her to have a meal but she didn't even go. Why should Wang Zhe do this?

Still eating Japanese food? Talking to yourself to help her make decisions?

Who does he think he is? Zheng Tinghe?

Thinking of Zheng Tinghe, Ye Yao frowned again. She always felt that something was wrong with Xiao Chichi's mood just now.

……

In the private room of Jianghu, ten people were sitting on the large round table.

"Hey, Mr. Ting, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Feifei looked at Zheng Tinghe with a smile, "Are you feeling sorry for paying us to have dinner?"

Zheng Tinghe looked expressionless from the moment he sat in the private room, looking at his phone as if someone owed him money.

"I feel bad," Zheng Tinghe reluctantly smiled and nodded, "Can you help me pay the bill?"

"That's impossible!" Qiao Feifei poured herself a glass of wine and raised her glass to Zheng Tinghe, "But I can toast you."

After insinuating Ai Qing and confirming that Ye Yao had indeed returned home, Zheng Tinghe shook his head and put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind: "Drink, drink less. If you drink too much, no one will take you home."

Home."

"Tch," Qiao Feifei drank the whole drink in one gulp, "Sister, she has a good drinking capacity."

"Yes, I have a good drinking capacity. I just like to goose-step when I drink too much."

Zheng Tinghe laughed. He felt that it was unnecessary to play outside and put on a bad face to affect everyone's mood.

Luo Yueying watched the two bickering and blinked.

Zheng Tinghe looked at Luo Yueying beside him and asked with a smile: "Can you drink?"

"Yes," Luo Yueying said in the same tone that never changed, "but I don't like it."

"Do you want to drink now? If not, I'll get you a drink."

Luo Yueying hesitated for a moment, took a clean wine glass and a bottle of beer, and poured herself a glass.

Seeing this, Zheng Tinghe clinked glasses with Luo Yueying: "Come, have a drink, and we will be buddies after drinking."

"Brother?" Qiao Feifei rolled her eyes at Zheng Tinghe helplessly, "Young Master Ting, how come you always treat every girl you meet as your buddy?"

"Why not be buddies?" Zheng Tinghe snapped his fingers, "You can't be your girlfriend, right? That would be too fast."

Luo Yueying put down the wine glass she picked up and glanced at Zheng Tinghe coldly.

Zheng Tinghe hurriedly clasped his hands together: "It's just a joke, don't worry."

Qiao Feifei also spoke for Zheng Tinghe: "Sister Yueying, this is what he is like, don't worry about him."

"I'm not worried," Luo Yueying took a sip of wine, "I just feel like you're teasing me by talking like this."

Zheng Tinghe:......

"My, my, my," Zheng Tinghe shook his head and laughed, "I will punish myself with three drinks."

If you do something wrong or say something wrong, three drinks as a penalty is enough.

"Is three cups enough for self-imposed punishment?" Lu Hao started to boo, "At least one cup, right?"

"Yes, yes, one bottle!"

Wang Fan also made noises.

"Brother Ting, perform a show for the brothers!" Mingqi laughed.

Zheng Tinghe rolled his eyes: "Shall I blow a bottle? Okay, who will accompany me?"

Everyone was silent.

"Trash." Zheng Tinghe snorted disdainfully, bit into a bottle of beer, stood up, and blew on the mouth of the bottle.

In ten seconds, a bottle of beer entered Zheng Tinghe's stomach.

"Cow!"

Zhao Yu gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Ting is Brother Ting, and his drinking capacity is still the same as before."

A buddy from No. 1 Middle School laughed.

Zheng Tinghe burped and spit out the alcohol: "Don't think that if I am not in No. 1 Middle School, you will be able to go to heaven. Why don't I just pinch you with my hands to deal with you?"

Qiao Feifei suddenly looked at the three buddies from No. 1 Middle School with dissatisfaction: "You just want to make him, a guy from Yicheng High School, make fun of him? Give him a try!"

"Brother Ting will always be our brother Ting!"

"But you still have to do it!"

Zheng Tinghe can drink, but he is not a fool. Wheel fighting? Only fools can do it.

"Eat the vegetables first, eat the vegetables first."

"That's it? Why are you so crazy?" Qiao Feifei sneered disdainfully.

Wang Fan immediately slapped the table: "Brother Ting, don't be a coward. Can you embarrass our Yigao?"

"When has Brother Ting ever been afraid?" Ming Qi glared at Wang Fan, "He is recharging his energy and will deal with them one by one later."

Zheng Tinghe:......

"It seems that you are also from Yigao, right?"

Zheng Tinghe asked uncertainly.

Lu Hao and the other four shook their heads crazily: "From now on, we are from No. 1 Middle School!"

"Go to hell and eat!"

The atmosphere in the private room was still lively. Everyone was eating, changing glasses, and laughing with the unique vitality of an eighteen-year-old boy.

After Zheng Tinghe had a round of drinks with his buddies from No. 1 Middle School, he smiled at Luo Yueying and said, "How was it? Is it fun?"

"Yeah," Luo Yueying nodded, "I'm just not used to it."

"You are not familiar with us yet. Once you get acquainted with us, you will get used to it. Humans are all social animals. It's better to be more lively. Don't eat hot pot alone in the future. It looks very pitiful."

Perhaps because he drank some wine, Zheng Tinghe talked more.

"Pity?" Luo Yueying raised her eyebrows, "I don't feel pity."

"I feel sorry for you," Zheng Tinghe smiled, "When I saw you sitting there alone without any friends, I felt sad."

Luo Yueying:......

"I don't have many friends in Yicheng."

Zheng Tinghe raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to smile: "What a coincidence, I have many friends in Yicheng. I will be your friend from now on. As long as I am here, you will not have to worry about having no friends."

Such a beautiful girl must start as a friend.

Luo Yueying's beautiful eyes were slightly vacant, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised: "I think you seem to have misunderstood."

This girl was obviously smiling, but Zheng Tinghe clearly felt that her smile had no warmth, and she just made a simple expression.

"What did I misunderstand?"
To be continued...