I Don’t Want To Be Popular

After finishing the barbecue, there was thunder outside.

Zhong Qing looked at her phone and said, "The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms and northeasterly winds of level 5 to 6."

Chen Chuan looked at the busy traffic outside and felt that it was still lively here. Compared with this place, his hometown was still very Buddhist.

At 11:40 at night, there was a loud thunder over the Magic City.

The two walked outside the store and took a taxi.

Sitting in the back row, lowering the window a little, the cold air blowing in from the storm.

Zhong Qing looked at her phone and whispered, "Hey, I just saw the message my aunt left for me. She left in the evening."

"Where are you going?"

"She is a tour guide and has taken a group abroad. It will take a few days before she comes back," she said.

"Then do you have the key to your home?"

"Yes." Zhong Qing checked the old white bag, found the key, and patted it.

I don't know if it was because the man named Wang Zishang forced him to drink a glass of wine, but Zhong Qing's cheeks were always red. She herself laughed and said: "I'm too drunk and feel a little dizzy. Can I lend you my shoulder?"

"Yeah." Chen Chuan felt her leaning over, her long hair spread in front of him, with a faint smell of shampoo.

The taxi stopped and stopped, looking at the flashing neon lights outside, Chen Chuan also felt a little dizzy. He drank some wine at MOKK in the evening, but he never used the [True·Hangover Pill] to relieve his drunkenness. The feeling permeates my heart.

At this time, the wind from the Huangpu River was blowing, and Chen Chuan thought of two old friends from the Magic City, Chairman Teng and Song Suzhi.

One is the guild leader in the game. They got to know each other because they were trapped in a car while traveling in the mountains.

I met the other one when I bought a McLaren P1. I took her to Disneyland twice and gave her a Tesla because I was in a good mood. She was a little girl who liked to wear sunglasses and hold a fan when she was dancing. If she was slapped by President Teng who was guarding outside once while dancing, she must have really liked dancing.

Because of this incident, Chen Chuan and President Teng had a falling out in the game, and they had a lively fight for more than half a month.

In reality, there was no contact again.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhong Qing asked.

"Two friends."

"Is it complicated?" Zhong Qing asked again.

Chen Chuan smiled. It was complicated but not complicated, but that was only for him. As for those two, he didn't know if it was complicated. During this period, he also received a long message from Song Suzhi. To sum up, it was just asking him, when will he come to Shanghai again?

When the taxi arrived at Xiuyan Road, the community where Aunt Zhong Qing lived, it was already close to midnight.

Winter thunder shook in the night sky, and rain had already fallen, hitting the roof of the car with a crackling sound.

The two got out of the car and ran into the community with their heads lowered. However, because Zhong Qing was wearing high heels, the speed was not fast and their bodies were soaked.

When I ran downstairs to the unit, it was already pouring rain.

Standing downstairs to take shelter from the rain, Chen Chuan recalled how the two of them took shelter from the rain at the bottom of Tianyue No. 1 before Qin Xiang went abroad.

"Why did I follow you here... I shouldn't have to get out of the car..." Chen Chuan suddenly realized this,

explain.

Zhong Qing smiled: "Yes, why did you follow me downstairs?"

"Then you go upstairs, I'll take a taxi." Chen Chuan said, bending down to walk out.

"Hey..." Zhong Qing gently pulled his sleeve and said, "It's raining so hard now. Don't catch a cold. Why don't you come up and wait for a while until the rain subsides."

"Is it convenient?" Chen Chuan asked.

Zhong Qing nodded.

The building is a husband's room without an elevator.

On the fifth floor.

Chen Chuan followed her upstairs and watched her take out the key and open the door. This building looks old, but the decoration in the house is indeed very exquisite and bourgeois, even a little luxurious.

"Classic simple style, your aunt is so stylish." Chen Chuan said while looking at the small room.

"A young artistic woman, she is thirty-five years old and not married yet." Zhong Qing said.

Chen Chuan smiled even more fiercely than President Teng. These women with petty bourgeoisie in Shanghai are really unpredictable.

"We have hand-brewed coffee, instant coffee, and tea. How about making some ginger syrup?" Zhong Qing took off her high heels, put on slippers, took out a pair of disposable slippers and bent down to put them at Chen Chuan's feet.

After Chen Chuan put it on, he said: "Just plain water will do. If you are afraid of catching a cold, boil some ginger water yourself."

"I'm fine, I'm in good health and I haven't caught a cold once in several years." Zhong Qing said.

Since there is no heating in Shanghai and it is cold in winter, Zhong Qing turned on the air conditioner and said, "I'll wash it off, you can sit by yourself."

Then, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Chen Chuan felt that something was wrong. Was he too worried? What is this girl going to do...

He was sitting on the sofa, listening to the sound of taking a shower, and was hesitating whether to leave or not.

The person who took the shower didn't take long to finish. When she came out, she said: "Oh no, I don't have the bathrobe you are wearing."

Chen Chuan stood up and looked at Zhong Qing, who had put on a white bathrobe and was wiping her hair. She had completely removed her makeup, but she looked beautiful, with supple and fair skin, long wavy hair, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a small cherry mouth. The chin looks fresh and natural, full of youthfulness for a 21-year-old. She is tall and tall, with bare feet measuring 173 centimeters, and a pair of slender, white legs looming under her bathrobe.

Chen Chuan said: "I don't wash it, so I don't need a change of clothes."

"It's so sticky and uncomfortable if you don't wash it off when it gets wet in the rain," she said.

"It's okay, I'll leave in a moment."

"Oh." She wiped her hair and went to pour out the boiled water and poured two cups.

The two of them were holding water glasses and sitting on the sofa drinking water.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Can you sing? Sing a song?" Chen Chuan casually chatted.

Zhong Qing's face suddenly turned red and she opened her mouth and said, "Sing, sing? What kind of singing? I have never sung before."

"Never sung before?" Chen Chuan felt strange that there were still people who had never sung before.

"You mean singing normally?" Zhong Qing said suddenly.

"Well...what else is there..."

Chen Chuan sat next to her, glanced at her casually, and saw under the bathrobe that was bent while sitting.

Chen Chuan lowered his head and took a sip of water.

"Well, it's boring anyway, why not play King of Glory?" Zhong Qing suddenly suggested.

"Okay, I, Zhao Yun, am a very good jungler. I can do jungle brushing for two hours," Chen Chuan said.

"Ah, then you have to guide me. I just heard someone say that I haven't played a game yet, and I don't even have a number." Zhong Qing said.

"You're such a newbie? Okay, I'll be patient and teach you step by step. You can choose a mid-lane output or bottom lane assist according to your own situation." Chen Chuan said.

Amidst the bursts of winter thunder outside, the two of them started playing the game stumblingly, one teaching and the other learning.

After all, Chen Chuan is the old Zhao Yun, with a silver gun flying up and down, and the sound of super god is endless.

Taking advantage of another extraordinary moment, Chen Chuan called Lu Feilu and asked her to get a new set of clothes from the suitcase he left in the hotel and tell her the address.

Lu Feilu happily agreed.

She and Xunxue Xiaoying slept in a hotel suite.

The two people asked: "What's going on? Where are you going at two o'clock in the middle of the night?"

"Send clothes to Director Chen."

"Huh? Where is he?" The two of them were confused.

"You should be playing games outside. I can hear the super-god's movements." Lu Feilu said enviously.

"Let's get together, it's so late."

"It's okay, I can fight twenty of them, so what are you afraid of?" Lu Feilu carried her bag, went to Chen Chuan's room, and took out a set of clothes and a Philippine rattan stick with a diameter of two centimeters and a length of 60 centimeters.

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