I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

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After the age of thirteen, Yu Jiarong always stared at him with hatred, hating him for being too similar to Fu Zhihong.

He went to dye his red hair.

But Yu Jiarong hated him and Fu Zhihong no longer similar.

Yu Jiarong hated that Fu Zhihong and Fu Chao were no longer found in him, so he went to pick up Fu Zhiyi again.

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Fu Yangxi lay down again, resting her head with her hands, staring at the ceiling, and watching for a while with cold sweat.

He tried to make Zhao Mingxi's face appear in his mind.

——The eyes that were shiny, clean and clear when they saw him.

Try to make her smile fill her mind, and let her voice linger in her ears with the words she said.

——"My name is Zhao Mingxi, and I just transferred from ordinary Class 6."

—"Can I run for him?"

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Little mask likes him.

The little mask cares about him.

At least he has a small mask.

...

After reading it many times, his surging mood slowly began to calm down.

Suddenly a craziness rose in Fu Yangxi's heart, a crazily desire to see Zhao Mingxi, that desire burns hot every night, and it is even more turbulent tonight. If it was Zhao Mingxi, would she blame him if she knew about it? Would she still say "I am worried about you" to him?

Fu Yangxi was not sure.

He couldn't help but get up and put on his shoes, put on his jacket, and he turned out from the window. When he did this, his mind was blank, just like a person who was about to freeze to death, eagerly trying to head toward the hot fire.

He drove away a car at home.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was still dark, and the whole world was still awake.

Fu Yangxi rushed all the way to the school dormitory. Her cheeks were white with cold, and she panted wildly. When she saw the iron gate, she realized that the dormitory where Zhao Mingxi lived had an entrance guard.

He stopped.

A warm yellow light outside the door guard dragged his figure long.

White breath came out of his mouth, and his eyelashes seemed to be hoarfrost.

Standing blankly for a while, Fu Yangxi fell apart and sat down on the flowerbed next to her exhaustedly.

He wanted to wait for Zhao Mingxi to wake up, he wanted to see her when Zhao Mingxi came downstairs, and he wanted to see her earlier.

No one likes him, they all hate him.

But as long as Zhao Mingxi likes him, he is not afraid.