Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 245 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (72)

Seeing He Qinglin approaching aggressively, Ai Wen calmly beckoned to He Qinglin with his finger.

When He Qinglin approached, he suddenly grabbed the blanket and covered He Qinglin's head, then unexpectedly pushed him down onto the bed, pinning him to the ground. He laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, I want to see who teaches who a lesson in the end."

"Get up!" He Qinglin had never been so disheveled, pinned down and completely unable to move. He struggled desperately, grappling with Ai Wen.

Zhao Zhao found it interesting and was about to step forward to help He Qinglin when she was suddenly pulled back by Song Zhixu, who had appeared behind her at some point.

Looking back, I saw Song Zhixu with a gentle smile on her face, her thin lips slightly parted: "I'll help you blow-dry your hair."

Zhao Zhao nodded, "Okay." Her brother often helped her blow-dry her hair when he was at home, so she didn't feel anything was wrong when she enjoyed Song Zhixu's service.

Long, warm fingertips ran through her soft hair, the whirring of a hairdryer and the sounds of two boys playing nearby filling her ears. Zhao Zhao's lips curved into a slight smile as she rested her head on Song Zhixu's shoulder, her eyes crinkling with contentment.

The sound of the hairdryer gradually faded away. As Zhao Zhao drifted off to sleep, he felt someone gently touching the skin of his exposed calves. He didn't open his eyes, but simply kept them closed, and softly asked, "Song Zhixu, what are you doing?"

Due to the accident last year, Zhao Zhao has an indelible bullet crater on his calf. The mark looks exceptionally grotesque and obvious on his fair and thin leg.

Song Zhixu's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He gently stroked the bullet hole with his fingers and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

The image of Zhao Zhao bravely stepping forward to protect everyone during the last accident remains unforgettable.

Although no one knows why Zhao Zhao, who is usually physically weak, becomes so strong at crucial moments, it doesn't matter.

Everyone has secrets, although Zhao Zhao's secret may seem a bit unscientific.

Zhao Zhao's leg had long since recovered, and she couldn't help but laugh when he asked such a question. "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't feel guilty, I'm going to bed now."

Just as she lifted her waist, Song Zhixu pulled her back. Seeing that he seemed about to say something, Zhao Zhao smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhixu withdrew his raised fingertips and said, "It's nothing."

Meimei lay back on the bed, played one last game, and after replying to her brother's message, Zhaozhao's eyes were blank as she recalled the events of the day and Lin Xi. She had a feeling that her connection with the three main characters should not end there.

"Zhao Zhao, are you going to sleep?" Zhao Zhao was lost in thought when a pair of eyes suddenly peeked out from beside the bed, staring at him expectantly.

"Yes, I'm going to sleep." She reached out and pinched Evan's cheek, but he grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. Zhao Zhao looked up at him and glared, "Are you being cheeky?"

Evan chuckled and climbed into bed, saying, "I want to sleep with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of two stools being pushed came from the same time. Song Zhixu and He Qinglin, one laughing and the other with a cold face, simultaneously lifted the covers and pulled Ai Wen out of Zhao Zhao's bed.

Go to your own bed and sleep.

"Zhao Zhao is not in good health, so don't sleep on him."

Evan was dumbfounded by their combined attack. "You're just jealous of me, aren't you?"

Those two cowards, they're too scared to climb into bed themselves, and they won't let him either.

The world fell silent again. Song Zhixu turned off the lights and said softly with a smile, "Goodnight, Zhaozhao."

Goodnight, my little one~

"Good night."

Three different "goodnight" messages rang out, and Zhao Zhao's eyes were full of smiles. "Goodnight."