She Came To My Concert

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Wenshu stared at his haggard face, went to school early as usual, went to the class to take a look at the situation of the students, and then returned to the office to deal with a bunch of trivial matters.

Just turning on the computer, looking at his empty wrist, Zhu Wenshu was stunned for a while.

Or buy another one.

After all, I didn’t meet anyone I liked more when I was shopping this year.

Thinking that the salary will be paid next week, Zhu Wenshu had nothing to hesitate, and immediately took out his mobile phone and started looking at the flagship store.

After more than ten minutes, Zhu Wenshu rummaged through the online store and asked the customer service. After confirming that the bracelet had been taken off the shelves, he finally put down his phone in frustration.

At the same time, a small head suddenly stuck out to her table.

"ah."

Zhu Wenshu was startled by Ling Siyuan, "Why are you here?"

Ling Siyuan carefully put the homework on the table: "I'll hand in the homework."

"Okay." Zhu Wenshu thought that he was almost late again, so he didn't ask any more questions, but just patted his head, "It's class time, go back to the classroom."

"Good teacher."

As soon as Ling Siyuan left, Zhu Wenshu propped up his cheeks, stared listlessly at the sunlight outside the window, turned his pen with his fingers, and began to comfort himself.

Many people say that the pink crystal attracts peach blossoms, and since it is lost, it must have helped her prevent rotten peach blossoms.

Well, that's pretty good too.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu lowered his hand and picked up the homework that Siyuan had put aside.

As soon as she touched it, she felt that the touch was not right.

There is a large bulge in the middle of the small composition, which looks like something is caught.

"Yuan Yuan!"

Zhu Wenshu turned around and called Ling Siyuan, "Is there something in your homework?"

It just so happened that the class bell rang, and Ling Siyuan had already run to the door of the office, and hurriedly said, "It's my uncle... Dad told me to bring it to the teacher!"

Ling Chen?

Zhu Wenshu didn't know why, so he stared at the homework book twice before opening it.

The bright autumn sun shines through the leaves and dapples the desk.

The pink crystal bracelet that was lost for one night was caught in Ling Siyuan's composition, and it was sparkling with tiny rays of light.

Chapter 9

It should be a very happy thing to find something you love after losing it.

But Zhu Wenshu's mood is very complicated.

She looked at her phone for a while, and the bracelet for a while, thinking why she was in such a hurry to deal with him last night, and she didn't miss a little traffic to deal with him a few more words.

Now she feels like a monkey, putting on a big show in front of Ling Chen.

It's fine if you play dead.

But people really helped me, so I can't justify it if I don't say thank you.

Ugh.

Being annoyed, Zhu Qisen wandered into the office at some point, and greeted those middle-aged female teachers one by one, making everyone laugh, then turned around to Zhu Wenshu's side, and leaned on her desk casually , asked: "How about the thing I asked a few days ago?"

Zhu Wenshu looked up: "What's the matter?"

"I knew you forgot!"

Zhu Qisen bent down and winked, "Did you ask your star-chaser roommate about Ling Chen's concert tickets?"

"..."

Why is it Ling Chen again?

Zhu Wenshu curled his lips: "I'm just asking, but my roommate has a messy schedule, maybe he hasn't gotten up yet..."

It just so happened that as soon as Zhu Wenshu picked up the phone, he found that Ying Fei had sent her a message, informing her that the property fee for this month was coming, and sent her a list.

"Oh, wake up." Zhu Wenshu said, "No, it should be because I haven't slept yet."

[Zhu Wenshu]: By the way, let me ask you something.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Do you know that there are other ways to get Ling Chen's concert tickets? Can't find it through official channels.

【Ying Fei】: His Christmas concert?

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and asked Zhu Qisen, "Is there a Christmas concert?"

"Ah?" Zhu Qisen scratched his head, "Christmas? Oh, it doesn't matter what kind of concert it is, as long as it's Ling Chen's."

[Zhu Wenshu]: It doesn't matter what concert he is, as long as it's Ling Chen's.

[Ying Fei]:?

[Ying Fei]: Are you Ling Chen's fan?

[Zhu Wenshu]: No, I asked for a friend.

[Ying Fei]: Oh.

[Ying Fei]: I was taken aback.

[Zhu Wenshu]: What?

【Ying Fei】: Nothing.

After a while, Ying Fei sent a voice message.

"His fans are as fast as dogs. If you can't buy it, you can't buy it. It's not worth seeing."

Zhu Qisen who was behind Zhu Qisen heard Zhu Wenshu's announcement, and asked, "Ask her if she knows any reliable yellow cows?"

After Zhu Wenshu conveyed the truth, Ying Fei said, "Yes, there are, but they didn't sell Ling Chen's tickets."

[Zhu Wenshu]: Why?

[Zhu Wenshu]: No one buys it except fans?

【Ying Fei】:...

【Ying Fei】: I hope so.

【Ying Fei】: He resisted the yellow bulls to death. I didn't see anyone who got his ticket.

After getting the answer, Zhu Wenshu directly showed Zhu Qisen the dialog between her and Ying Fei.

"Ouch

..." He mumbled, "This is tricky, his concert tickets are so popular, where can I get them. "

Seeing Zhu Qisen's frown, Zhu Wenshu really wanted to tell your music teacher not to be obsessed with Ling Chen, there's no need to be Ling Siyuan's internet stepmother.