She Came To My Concert

After a while, the preparation bell rang.

The next class was Zhu Wenshu's Chinese class. She got up holding her homework and was going to the classroom to distribute it.

When she walked to the door, she thought of something, turned her head back to the desk, took out a red pen, opened Ling Siyuan's workbook, drew a tick on the back of the guarantee letter, and wrote today's date along the way.

Well, high cold, very posture.

But one second before closing the homework, Zhu Wenshu had another idea in his mind.

She stared at the guarantee letter for a second, then carefully tore off the page, folded it twice, and put it in her bag.

On the way to the classroom, Zhu Wenshu was holding a stack of homework and met Zhu Qisen who was going to class.

"Mr. Zhu!"

Zhu Qisen called her to stop from a distance, ran over two or three steps and walked side by side with her, "I ran into you when I was about to send you a message, are you free tonight?"

Zhu Wenshu: "Why?"

"Xue'er took the students to participate in the chorus competition some time ago, and it's over, so I asked you to have a meal."

Xueer is not Zhu Qisen's first girlfriend.

When he was in college, boys like Zhu Qisen were very popular in normal colleges. He had several girlfriends, and almost all of them brought them out to have dinner with Zhu Wenshu and the others. Thinking of Zhu Qisen and his girlfriend's distorted appearance every time, Zhu Wenshu shuddered: "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat while watching you show your affection by myself."

"Then call someone else."

Zhu Qisen thought for a while, "Why don't you call your roommate? Xue'er has always wanted to know her, and thinks she is very powerful."

Zhu Wenshu quickened his pace: "...it's over."

Zhu Qisen: "What's the matter? No matter how you say it, she has been a great help, and I have always had the opportunity to thank you. This is not a good time for me to treat you to a meal. Just ask her if she would like to come."

"..."

Zhu Wenshu looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that he was no different from Ling Siyuan.

If you tell a lie, you need to use countless lies to cover it up.

"You don't need to ask, she's afraid of society."

"That's it..."

Zhu Qisen said, "Then why don't you come to dinner tonight, it's fine anyway."

Seeing that he was about to reach the door of the class, Zhu Wenshu didn't bother to talk to him.

"Okay, okay."

Elementary school ends early, and it's not even lunch time.

Zhu Qisen usually does not drive to work. One is that it is not as convenient as him to ride a bicycle. The other is that he thinks that as a primary school physical education teacher, driving an Audi A7 to work every day is too high-profile, so he almost writes the words "rich second generation" on his face up.

So after school, he went home first and drove to pick up Xueer.

Zhu Wenshu was not as free as he was. He was busy at school until after six o'clock, so he went directly to the dining place.

It was the rush hour for get off work, and when Zhu Wenshu rode his bicycle to the subway station, and then went to the barbecue restaurant, Zhu Qisen and Xueer were already waiting for her.

"Sorry, the subway station is a bit far away, I walked here."

"It's okay, we just arrived."

It was Shi Xueer who spoke.

Zhu Wenshu's impression of her was all from Zhu Qisen's dictation, and he thought she was a delicate little princess.

Looking at it now, Shi Xueer looks small and delicate, wearing a short fluffy coat, she looks like a little princess, but her tone and expression are not squeamish.

Moreover, as soon as Shi Xueer saw her, her bright eyes kept staring at her, from the moment she came in to when she sat down, she never looked away.

If it was a man, Zhu Wenshu would only find it wretched, but there was a beautiful girl in front of her, and she was somehow shy.

"Is it cold outside? Drink some hot water."

Shi Xueer didn't look at Zhu Qisen, but just waved to him, "Pour hot water for Teacher Zhu!"

"Ooh."

Zhu Qisen hurriedly stood up and poured water for Zhu Wenshu.

Holding a cup of hot water, Zhu Wenshu smiled at Shi Xueer, "Hello, I heard Zhu Qisen mention you many times, and I finally saw you today."

"If it wasn't for leading the students to the competition, I would have wanted to see you a long time ago. I never thought that Zhu Qisen would have such a supernatural friend who could help buy tickets for Lingchen's concert. You are really amazing!"

She was much more enthusiastic than Zhu Wenshu imagined, and she unconsciously leaned forward when speaking. If there is a dining table in the middle, Zhu Wenshu suspects that she will lean into her arms.

"I didn't really help much..."

she whispered.

"I know, your roommate helped buy it."

Shi Xueer said, "Your roommate is as good as you are. Really, you don't know how hard it is to get a ticket. It's a VIP seat, and it's still the original price! It's really harder than winning the lottery! Hey, you It's a pity that my roommate didn't come, I still want to get to know her, she must be a fandom."

Zhu Qisen looked at the chattering Shi Xueer, smiled without interrupting, and picked up his phone to scan the QR code of the menu.

"...I don't know much about that."

Zhu Wenshu recalled Ying Fei's attitude towards Ling Chen, and his voice became more and more emboldened, "She should have just seen someone transferring tickets, and that person seemed to be busy and couldn't go."

"That's really a living Bodhisattva, and he didn't take the opportunity to make a fortune."

Shi Xueer opened her eyes wide and spoke in a very vivid tone, "I bought a signed album of Ling Chen from someone else last year. Do you know how much it is?"

Zhu Wenshu shook his head, Shi Xueer stretched out two fingers, Zhu Wenshu's eyes were dazzled by her shiny manicure.