sweet joy

Chapter 27

Lu Ziming is not afraid of death: "President, we are even more curious about why you are so interested in my aunt."

Tang Zhihuan swept the crowd around, and said calmly, "Aren't you curious?"

"Curiosity is curiosity, but whose aunt is crying in pain?"

This is a specific person, the key is the bed!
Bed is such an ambiguous word, who would the president see an aunt crying in pain rolling all over the bed?
"The first step in solving the problem..."

Tang Zhihuan stared down at his computer and began to speak seriously.

Although the people below were full of curiosity, they had to listen carefully to Tang Zhihuan's explanation of the procedure.

After hearing it, they could only concentrate on following Tang Zhihuan's train of thought. Not many people remembered that their president had seriously asked the question of what to do if the aunt was rolling all over the bed in pain because of a mysterious girl.

During Tang Zhihuan's lecture, the phone screen lit up several times.

When they were thinking, they quickly typed a few words to reply.

It was not until the bell rang for the end of the first get out of class of the evening self-study that the activities of the Association for Computing Machinery were considered to be over.

Tang Zhihuan took a sip of water and cleared his throat. After talking a lot, his voice was a little hoarse:

"I'm going to participate in the semi-finals of the educational project next Saturday, so I won't have the usual meeting next week. Let the vice president organize you to have a hot pot meal."

"Long live the president!" Everyone cheered, the funds of their association are quite sufficient.

After all, IT talents can also make money. Although they have not yet graduated, it is easy to make a little money.

"That's the end of today."

Tang Zhihuan packed his things and walked outside the classroom with his computer bag.

After Tang Zhihuan had left the teaching building, Lu Ziming realized: "Damn it, we didn't ask why the president is interested in my aunt!"

With a bitter face, Li Tingting lowered her head to pack her schoolbag: "I must have a girlfriend, hey!"

"Really?"

"Besides being hurt by his girlfriend's aunt, which man would care so much about a girl's aunt?"

"Wow, that's great!" Lu Ziming patted the table, with an excited smile on his face: "To celebrate the chairman's ending of being single, I, Lu Ziming, invite everyone here to have a cup of milk tea!"

Li Tingting: "What does it matter to you that the president has a girlfriend?"

"I'm still single, and without a strong competitor, isn't it worth celebrating?"

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Tang Zhihuan just walked to the door of the cafeteria when a phone call came in.

"Where are you?" The voice was soft, with a little flattering dependence.

"Just finished the meeting." The tone was light, and he answered briefly.

"My stomach hurts, I feel uncomfortable..."

Tang Zhihuan quickened his pace, and his tone remained unchanged: "Cover yourself under the blanket and don't catch a cold. I'll be right back."

"Hmm." The voice on the other side was vague, and the phone was hung up when the monosyllable disappeared.

In the dormitory, the three of Li Boan were watching the football game.

Seeing Tang Zhihuan coming in, they all looked at him with a happy face and smiled: "Tang Zhihuan, how was last night?"

how was last night
Tang Zhihuan glanced at Xia Xu: "It's okay."

He slept soundly, didn't know what was going on, and found Song Xixi in his arms early in the morning.

Taking a few changes of clothes from the closet and putting them into bags, Tang Zhihuan heard Xia Xu's surprise again: "Fuck, do you plan to live together for a long time?"

Did you even take the change of clothes?
Tang Zhihuan packed his things quickly, his phone vibrated from time to time, it must be Song Xixi who sent him a message.

When he reached the door, Tang Zhihuan turned around and said, "She is not feeling well, if Cha Wangui can help you deal with it."

After speaking, he took the door.

The Brazilian team scored another goal, and the three were dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)