Chapter 605 - Chapter 605: I’m ugly, but I’m gentle (1/2)
Chapter 605: I’m ugly, but I’m gentle
Chen hansheng and Wang Zibo found a massage parlor in Xianning university town. It looked quite formal. Of course, the two of them did not have any special intentions. They just wanted to find a place to chat, so they asked for a two-person private room.
There were fruit platters and hot tea on the table in the private room. Two technicians in blue uniforms and masks were serving the customers, and ” happy base ” was playing on the TV.
The hosts of ” Happy Camp ” were still Li Xiang and he Zhan. The Super tools of the post-production, du Haitao and Wu Xin, were not online yet.
Ever since Wang Zibo sent his first message to Bian Shishi, he had been checking his phone from time to time. However, he was always disappointed because the screen was quiet.
He could only take two sips of hot tea and watch the show while listening to Chen hansheng and the technician chat.
Are you from Eastern University? ” she asked.
Chen hansheng bragged about being a “985 Eastern University top student” again. The female technician was a little surprised.”Eastern University students don’t usually come here.”
“Why?”
Chen hansheng asked.
“Because there are many girls on the campus of Eastern University. The boys from jiankun Science and Technology come here more often.”
When the female technician saw Chen hansheng and Wang Zibo come in together, she thought that Wang Zibo was also from Eastern University, so she spoke without restraint.
those boys from the Science and Engineering College all look very honest, and they even wear thick glasses.
“But I always ask around to see if there are any other services available during the massage,” the masseuse said with a smile.
“I see ~”
“Zibo, the guys at jianmo Science and Technology are all so boring,” Chen hansheng said to Wang Zibo.
“F * ck!”
Wang Zibo turned around and ignored his childhood friend.
“That’s right,”
young man, you look very young, ” the technician said. how old are you this year? what’s your degree? ”
Chen hansheng mischievously bent his big toe. “21, third year. What about you?”
“My sister is already 34 years old.”
The masked technician said.
34? that’s a little old.
Chen hansheng was slightly disappointed.
“Young man, 34 doesn’t necessarily mean age,”
The technician saw that Chen hansheng had a cheerful personality, and his speech and behavior were a little muddleheaded, so she deliberately said this ambiguously.
“Hehe ~”
Chen hansheng grinned. sister, ” he said, ” I didn’t say I was 21 years old.
The private room was silent for a while before bursting into laughter. Even the female masseuse who was massaging Wang Zibo’s feet joined in.
damn it, I don’t know where little Chen’s spirit came from. He doesn’t even think about the Asura arena now.
Wang Zibo thought to himself, he can even flirt with an older sister in her 30s.
He looked at his phone again, but there was still no reply from Bian Shishi. He could only stare blankly at the messages he had sent in the past.
In the past, Huang Hui’s replies were also very slow. Not only the next day, but even the next week.
At that time, Wang Zibo had taken many measures to ‘regain his reputation’.
For example, he would deliberately reply slower;
For example, he would even ‘heartlessly’ delete the chat content.
In the chat, all he had sent were “Good Morning, good afternoon, good night” or “the weather is getting cold, rest early, don’t stay up late”. He was like a hardworking and accurate time-keeping machine, but Huang Hui did not reply to any of his messages.
Therefore, every time Wang Zibo saw these self-talking one-man shows, he felt that there was a kind of lowly humbleness and flattery. Only by clearing the conversation content could he deceive himself and pretend that he didn’t see it.
“Hu ~”
Wang Zibo heaved a sigh of relief. Of course, he wouldn’t delete his chat with Bian Shishi now, because it had only been a short while. He had sent the message at 7:30, and it was only 9:00 now …
Ding! Ding!
At this moment, he heard a reply from his phone. Although it was normal, it sounded like music to Wang Zibo’s ears.