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Chapter 30 "I don't charge money for chatting with you."

阴霾天气·茶榷字数：2491更新时间：2022-06-2800：09：09

Holding your breath has become a subconscious action, Zhou Chiyu turned his gaze to the screen——

【You have a new text message from Contacts/Sun/…】

He actually replied.In as little as 5 minutes.

Zhou Chiyu was a little taken aback.

He thought that the news would disappear without a word.

The sweetness brought by the matcha-flavored toffee that melted on the tip of the tongue during evening self-study reappears inexplicably but just right, blending with the surrounding air, wandering slowly beside Zhou Chiyu, Zhou Chi Yu has a sweet tooth, so he indulged in it right away.

Unlock it quickly with your fingerprint, and click into the edit box of the text message.

/Sun/: Why did he come to take the initiative to find you?

Zhou Chiyu thought for a while, and began to edit the text to reply to the other party——

【He came to me to apologize because of the pheromone thing. 】

Across a layer of mobile phone screen, Song Boyang behind him almost replied in seconds——

/sun/: huh?

/sun/: kind of outrageous

/太阳/: If an apology is useful, what do you want the police to do? (dog head)

/sun/: well i'm not joking

/sun/: this matter I think

/Sun/: It is his freedom to apologize or not

/Sun/: Whether you accept his apology is your freedom

Zhou Chiyu looked at the messages that popped up on the phone screen one by one, and was inexplicably poked into a smile.

He replied: [These seven text messages of yours can actually be combined into one and sent.After all, SMS is charged (dog head). 】

/sun/: you control me

/sun/:me

/sun/: will

/sun/: send a text message

/sun/: divided into

/sun/: many

/sun/: hair

Zhou Chiyu couldn't help laughing.

【Haha follow you. 】

/sun/: I tell you

/sun/: I recharge the phone bill

/sun/: a month

/Sun/: Send [-] pieces

/sun/: Free SMS

/sun/: I am often troubled

/sun/: endless

Then after thinking about it, Zhou Chiyu edited another string of text——

[In the future, the number of free text messages will not run out, you can come to me, and I will chat with you without charging. 】

/sun/: wow

/Sun/: You are so kind

/Sun/: It will disturb your study

Zhou Chiyu replied: [It's okay, I'm not studying all the time.It's totally fine to spare this little time, and it won't affect my grades. 】

/sun/: Hello Versailles

Zhou Chiyu typed the next line sincerely——

[I'm telling the truth, there is no Versailles. 】

/Sun/: By the way, you haven't finished talking about Fang Wenze, what happened in the end?

/Sun/: Did Fang Wenze make things difficult for you?

/太阳/: Sorry to change the topic

【He came to apologize to me, but I didn't accept it, he didn't make things difficult for me.As long as I don't want to, few people can embarrass me. 】

/sun/: wow

/Sun/: So majestic

Zhou Chiyu: [It's okay. 】

/sun/:? ? °? ? °?

The topic ended here, Song Boyang did not reply, and the two ended a short text message chat tacitly. This chat not only established the connection between the day students and the dormitory students, but also constructed the relationship between the smartphone and the elderly. communication between machines.

Looking at the text on the phone screen, Zhou Chiyu couldn't help laughing again.

The screen of the mobile phone had not received the touch of the fingertips for a long time, so it happened to be dimmed at this moment, so Zhou Chiyu saw his smirking face reflected on the screen at a glance.

It's not like the expression that can be made on my face that has been lifeless all year round and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Really silly.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chiyu smiled unrepentantly.

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The morning alarm clock rang.

Zhou Chiyu stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and pulled the curtains aside. The sunlight rushed in through the window cracks.After washing up, Zhou Chiyu put on his schoolbag, got on his little black e-Donkey, and rode to school.Zhou's father and Zhou's mother have been on business trips by coincidence recently, and Zhou Chiyu's breakfast is settled in the cafeteria.

Sometimes I go early, and I can even meet Song Boyang and say hello to him.

But as the saying goes, the depth of friendship among high school students largely depends on the "geographical location". Zhou Chiyu and Song Boyang sit in the fifth row by the window and the seventh row in the center of the classroom. Leaving aside a whole row, it also spanned half of the classroom horizontally.If it is not a special agreement, there is almost no intersection at ordinary times.

Except gym class.

But it's better than Gao Yiyi who has almost no intersection for a whole year.

In the first physical education class after the end of the previous autumn sports meeting, the athletes who signed up did not need to repeat training because of the competition. Song Boyang saw that Zhou Chiyu was a new transfer, so he asked Zhou Chiyu if he wanted to join him Playing badminton, of course Zhou Chiyu agreed.From then on, Zhou Chiyu played with Song Boyang and Jiang Jun in the physical education class.

Although Zhou Chiyu looks thin and weak, his muscular strength and flexibility cannot be underestimated.

Especially when he faced the sports waste Jiang Jun, the level of the two was hardly in the same dimension.Although one is alpha and the other is omega.

Mr. Jiang is a typical person who has a big addiction to cooking. He challenges Zhou Chiyu's badminton again and again, except picking up the ball is on the way to pick up the ball.

But Jiang Jun became more and more courageous, "Boss Zhou, I must let you pick up the ball today!"

Zhou Chiyu's face was calm, "Well, go for it."

Song Boyang sat on the concrete steps beside him watching the play with his legs crossed, and poured a few mouthfuls of mineral water with his head raised.

Tightening the blue plastic cap and throwing the mineral water aside, Song Boyang got up and was about to replace Mr. Jiang, who was obviously exhausted, when suddenly a girl ran up to him with red ears dawdling.

The girl blustered, her voice trembling because of nervousness, "My classmate interrupted you! I've been following you for a long time, can I have your contact information?"

Because of his outstanding appearance, Song Boyang has been asked for QQ and WeChat quite a lot since he was a child, and he has handled such situations calmly and with ease.

He brought out his own rhetoric that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, "I'm sorry, I have someone I like."

The girl didn't seem to want to give up yet, "Is it really not possible?"

Song Boyang said without hesitation, "I'm really sorry."

The girl's expression was gloomy, and her slender eyelashes drooped, "Then... can I make another presumptuous request..." She handed the notebook and black pen in front of Song Boyang, "Can you write me a sentence?" In other words, just write 'study hard, don't fall in love', I promise I won't bother you again..."

Song Boyang glanced down at the notebook and black pen in the girl's hand, but he didn't take it, but said with a smile: "My handwriting is ugly, I really can't handle it, so I'm embarrassed to write it for you, I don't like it. Shame."

Speaking of this, the girl also understood Song Boyang's meaning, stopped forcing, bowed her head and said "I'm really sorry to disturb you today", then blushed and ran away in small steps.

At the same time, Jun Jiang's cheers came from his ears.

"Yeah! I made it!"

Hearing the movement, Song Boyang turned his gaze back to Zhou Chiyu and Jiang Jun who were facing each other on the stadium, only to find that Zhou Chiyu had already put the racket in his hand on the green plastic floor and was walking towards the gate of the stadium.

"Zhouchiyu?" Song Boyang tentatively called out from behind.

Zhou Chiyu ignored him, but walked faster when he heard the voice.

Song Boyang felt a little strange, he quickly ran to Jiang Jun, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Jiang Jun was triumphant, "I finally succeeded just now! My badminton level has achieved a qualitative leap! Today, I finally let Mr. Zhou pick up the ball once! Hahahaha!"

Song Boyang frowned slightly, "No, I was asking you why Zhou Chiyu left suddenly?"

"He said he wasn't feeling well." Jiang Jun joked with a smile, "However, it's also possible that Mr. Zhou feels uncomfortable because he lost a ball in my hands, right?"

Song Boyang repeated, "Uncomfortable?"

"I asked. He said it's not a big deal and told me not to follow." Jiang Jun replied, "Oh, by the way, he also told you not to follow—"

In the middle of the sentence, Song Boyang had already run away, and the direction was still the direction Zhou Chiyu left just now.

"Hey—you just leave!"

Jiang Jun shouted at Song Boyang's back, "A stinky man who values ​​sex and despises friends!"