Bamboo horses in the morning and evening

Chapter 16

Zhou Zhimeng didn't expect that he would miss Lu Qifan so much. He now buys a cup of latte before class, but compared with Lu Qifan's pheromone, it is always inferior, either too sweet or too bitter.

Zhou Zhimeng had already forgotten how resistant he was to Lu Qifan's pheromone at the beginning. After repeated filtering and beautification of separation and missing, the smell suddenly became very good, and Zhou Zhimeng could hardly find a substitute.

He flipped through the exercise booklet boredly, and Pei Hao sat over, "Why do you drink coffee so often recently?"

Zhou Zhimeng didn't explain anything, just sat up slightly and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Stayed up late?"

Pei Hao comforted him: "I didn't expect you to be under pressure. Didn't you say that the process is more important?"

Zhou Zhimeng smiled, "The atmosphere is here, so I can't be too lazy."

Pei Hao wanted to say something else, but the girl in the front seat turned around and asked Zhou Zhimeng a question, "Zhimeng, can you explain to me the solution to the third question? I can't understand anything."

Zhou Zhimeng took the notebook, looked at the girl's problem-solving steps, and pointed out: "You are affected by the second question, and the second question is not the prerequisite for the third question."

The girl said "ah", suddenly realized, and said with a bitter face, "Oh my god, I made a stupid mistake."

Zhou Zhimeng returned the notebook to the girl, and the girl smiled at him: "Thank you Zhimeng, here, biscuit."

Zhou Zhimeng took the biscuits but did not open them, his eyes were still wandering, Pei Hao looked at him, and suddenly said: "You seem to be a little out of mind."

Just as Zhou Zhimeng wanted to refute, Pei Hao said, "Since Lu Qifan left."

Zhou Zhimeng was stunned.

"I heard that he was admitted to No. [-] Middle School. I was really surprised, because I heard that he didn't like studying very much. He always raced with a group of people at the racing track south of Wangcheng. I have a friend whose father is a racing tracker. manager, he said that he often sees Lu Qifan."

Zhou Zhimeng was surprised that he didn't know about it at all.

Even Lu Qifan likes racing cars, he only knows a thing or two recently, Lu Qifan and him get along almost day and night, they are almost glued together, he knows all of Lu Qifan's habits and temper, he understands Lu Qifan Fan knows more than himself, how can Lu Qifan have another side that he doesn't know?

"You don't know?" Pei Hao asked.

Zhou Zhimeng's face changed, "I know, what does his liking for racing have to do with his admission to No. [-] Middle School? He will do well in whatever he wants to do."

Pei Hao's words were all rebuked back, and he was dumbfounded immediately, turned around and sat back in his original position embarrassingly.

However, Zhou Zhimeng's heart began to become chaotic. Regarding Pei Hao's words, he had no one to verify.

Racing?

Was the "team" mentioned by the person who sent them to the restaurant that day a racing team?

When did Lu Qifan get in touch with these people? Are they really just ordinary friends who met while watching the game?Obviously that day Lu Qifan spoke to that person so familiarly, not like a friend, but a partner.

Zhou Zhimeng suddenly felt that Lu Qifan was a little strange.

Lu Qifan here didn't know Zhou Zhimeng's confusion.

After he came back from the capital, he was beaten up by his father. He honestly went to school for a week, and the bruises on his shoulders were still there. He rushed to the racing track on weekends.

He has been obsessed with racing since the first day of junior high school, and he rarely has the opportunity to practice. In order to avoid worrying Zhong Ye and Zhou Zhimeng, he uses the name of an Internet cafe every time he comes to practice.

"Mr. Lu, are you here so early?"

Wang Zhao, who was training with him, changed into his racing uniform and smiled at Lu Qifan while cutting his hair: "You have been here so often recently. I heard from them that your precious brother is going to college? No wonder you come here when you are free."

Lu Qifan glanced at him, but ignored him.

Wang Zhao still laughed, "Mr. Xiao Lu, don't be angry. There is nothing to avoid when you are young. The chances of winning are greater when you are young."

"Still practicing?"

"Practice, practice," Wang Zhao hurried over, "I'm old with old arms and legs, and I can't compare with you who are so talented. There is no other way except to practice hard."

As soon as he got into the car, Wang Zhao turned his head and asked Lu Qifan again: "Mr. Lu, can you help with the storm team? It's just a small hole in the money, and this year's bonuses can't make up for it. If you make up for it this time If not, I don’t know if it will be possible in next year’s season—”

"Finished."

"what?"

"200 million, call Brother Shao."

Wang Zhao was stunned, he didn't notice that the navigator was sitting in, and shouted at Lu Qifan, "Where did you get so much money?"

"The bonus for the high school entrance examination given by my father." Lu Qifan said in a flat tone, and sped out after finishing speaking.

"Thank you—" Before Wang Zhao finished speaking, Lu Qifan's car had disappeared, and Wang Zhao was left alone expressing endless emotion: "The high school entrance examination is worthy of being a rich second generation."

The navigator reminded him: "To be precise, it is the third generation of the rich. Boya Daily Chemicals was already the leader in Wangcheng's industry before his father Lu Jincheng took over. It was successfully listed under his father's hands. Now the prospects are bright. This young master Playing racing cars is likely to be a whim, and when you get tired of playing, you will go back to inherit the family business."

Wang Zhao disagreed, "He is too talented, he has only been here for a few years, and he can drive so well."

"After all, he has never competed officially, and we can't say how capable he is. By the way, why doesn't he compete?"

"He said he was afraid that his family would worry." Wang Zhao got ready, and before stepping on the gas pedal, he remembered again: "Oh, by the way, his most precious brother told him to take the college entrance examination."

"If you become a professional racing driver, how can you still have time for serious school?"

Lu Qifan came out of the racing track, and just got home when he received a call from Zhou Zhimeng, "Xiao Qi, what are you doing?"

Lu Qifan was slightly stunned, "Playing games, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, surprise inspection."

Lu Qifan raised the corners of his lips, took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator, and opened it with one hand, "Did you miss me today?"

Zhou Zhimeng blushed hundreds of kilometers away, "No."

"Didn't you promise me?"

"Wait, I'll think about it tonight." DJ

Lu Qifan was quite satisfied, and when he returned to the room, Zhou Zhimeng said, "Xiao Qi, why have you never told me that you like racing?"

Lu Qifan paused, "I like so many things, I can't say enough."

"The hobby of racing is dangerous after all. You should tell me. If there is a race in the future, I can watch it with you."

"Will you support me no matter what I do?"

Zhou Zhimeng thought for a moment, then said rigorously: "As long as it is not dangerous, I will support you."

Lu Qifan still didn't say anything, Zhou Zhimeng is training now, which is the most critical period of his life, he can't let him worry about it.

"The temperature in the capital has cooled down recently, take care of yourself." Lu Qifan changed the subject.

"I just called to remind you to wear more clothes. From tomorrow onwards, you must bring a coat when you go out, and you are not allowed to drink iced Coke. Do you hear me?"

Lu Qifan looked at the ice coke in his hand, and replied without changing his face: "Yes, I heard it."

Only then was Zhou Zhimeng satisfied, "Okay, I'm going to class."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qifan looked at the calendar on his mobile phone, and calculated how long it was until December [-]th, Zhou Zhimeng's birthday, and when would be the best time to book a plane ticket.

The training camp took a little longer than expected, and the graduation ceremony was scheduled for the afternoon of December [-]th, and the return trip was on December [-]th.

Zhou Zhimeng sighed, his birthday was probably in vain this time, he had already searched the surrounding cake shops, planning to buy a cake for himself tonight, and then videotaped with his dad and little dad in the room.

I feel sorry when I think about it.

But he didn't want to make his parents troublesome. It doesn't matter if it's a birthday, one day sooner or later, he comforted himself.

The house leak happened to be raining all night, so the teacher called him over again, "Student Zhou Zhimeng, I've been a little absent-minded recently."

The teacher clicked on the test paper, "Very low-level mistake."

Zhou Zhimeng apologized in shame, "I'm sorry teacher, I will definitely correct it."

"Sick of home? Isn't it time to go back soon?" The teacher couldn't bear to blame him, and said softly, "Don't be stressed, your mentality is very stable, you'll be fine."

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhou Zhimeng returned to his seat with a dark cloud on his head, and was depressed when the girl at the front desk suddenly ran over and patted him on the shoulder, "Zhimeng, a handsome guy is looking for you."

Before Zhou Zhimeng turned his head, his heartbeat started to speed up, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Qifan.

Lu Qifan stood at the door and smiled at him.

Zhou Zhimeng ran over in a hurry, with surprise in his blame, "Why are you—"

Lu Qifan directly held his hand and pulled him out of the conference hall. Zhou Zhimeng was tripped by himself and fell on Lu Qifan staggeringly. Xiaoqi, today is Friday, you skipped class again!"

But Lu Qifan went straight to the front desk, took the suitcase and walked towards the elevator, Zhou Zhimeng felt that this scene seemed to have happened before, it was clearly a repeat of two months ago.

The only difference was that there was a box of cakes on Lu Qifan's suitcase. In addition, he opened the suitcase as soon as he entered the room. There was only a change of clothes in it, and the rest of the space was full of exquisitely packaged gifts.

Counted, eight copies.

"I bought it for you when I thought of it. I only found out that I bought so much when I came today." Lu Qifan said it very naturally, as if he went to the vegetable market to buy some cabbage.

Zhou Zhimeng squatted down and took the smallest one apart.

The bracelet is the brand that his little dad often buys.

Another one was removed, the watch.

Zhou Zhimeng was at a loss, Lu Qifan also squatted down, took out the bracelet from the packing box, put it on Zhou Zhimeng's wrist, and looked under the light, "It's not bad."

Zhou Zhimeng didn't respond, Lu Qifan thought he didn't like it, "Jujuan, don't you like this style?"

As soon as Zhou Zhimeng shook his head, tears fell down.

Lu Qifan quickly straightened him, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zhimeng wiped his tears while sobbing, and said pitifully, "I thought I would spend my birthday this year alone."

Lu Qifan breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him.

"How could I leave you alone?"

Lu Qifan kept hugging Zhou Zhimeng and comforted him softly. Zhou Zhimeng finally stopped his sobs, his clothes and hair were all messed up, and he finally recovered. Lu Qifan told him: "I also made an appointment for the restaurant and asked them to deliver the meal. Come here, it should be here in a while."

Zhou Zhimeng nodded, and Lu Qifan wiped away the tears on Zhou Zhimeng's face with his fingertips.

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

"It should be that the meal you ordered has arrived." Zhou Zhimeng walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Zhou Zhimeng froze on the spot.

Zhou Huaisheng and Lin Zhiyi stood outside.

From the perspective of Zhou Huaisheng and Lin Zhiyi, Zhou Zhimeng has messy curly hair, tears all over his face, and pressure marks on his clothes.

"Who's inside?" Zhou Huaisheng reacted first.

Zhou Zhimeng was stunned, and he didn't know why he was nervous, but he just pressed the doorknob tightly and didn't dare to open the door. Zhou Huaisheng asked Zhou Zhimeng to open the door immediately. Zhou Zhimeng swallowed, and his hands and feet couldn't be controlled.

"Jujuan, tell Dad, why are you crying?"

"I--"

Zhou Zhimeng felt scared as if he had made a mistake.

In the end, it was Lu Qifan who came over, bypassed Zhou Zhimeng and opened the door.

Lin Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Qifan, "It's you, Xiao Qi, who scared uncle."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhiyi raised his eyebrows again, twisted Lu Qifan's ears, and asked sharply, "No, Xiao Qi, why are you here?"