Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 209 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (36)

Zhao Zhao: ...No, what are you doing, big brother?!

Not only was he dumbfounded, but the student council members were equally stunned. After they came to their senses, one of them immediately stepped forward, grabbed the register, and was about to cross it out without saying a word. "Okay, okay, I'll cross it out for you right away."

He didn't recognize Zhao Zhao, who had just arrived in Erinar, but he clearly knew the identity of this low-key but very noticeable young man.

With Chairman Song absent from school today, they have lost their pillar of support and dare not refuse He Qinglin's request.

After all, no one would want to offend the only son of such a top family, and he was no exception. However, just as he was about to start writing, the slender and handsome boy glared at him angrily and said, "Wait, don't move!"

Fang Xingluo's pen trembled as she looked up at him, then at He Qinglin, "Huh?"

Zhao Zhao was completely baffled. She turned around and glared at He Qinglin, "Why did you want them to cross out my name?" Did he think it was so easy for him to lose a credit?

He Qinglin's face remained expressionless as he calmly said, "You're late, you'll lose credits." He assumed Zhao Zhao had only been there a short time and didn't understand these things, so he reminded her.

Deducting points would affect his studies, and he didn't want anything to affect him.

But he didn't know that Zhao Zhao wanted to have her credits deducted. Others probably wouldn't understand, but he didn't need to be understood. He glared at them again, his face turning red with anger, "Don't you dare deduct them!" He'd get angry at anyone who did.

Fang Xinglu looked bewildered and said, "Oh, okay." He silently retreated to the back and observed, thinking that they should be out of the picture.

The two teenagers stood facing each other. He Qinglin looked at Zhao Zhao calmly. Zhao Zhao met his gaze, her eyes slightly shifting, and explained, "Being late means being registered. It's a matter of course, and neither of us can break the rules."

"Right, He, the academic genius?"

"Hmm." He was meddling in other people's business, but then again, Zhao Zhao, who also came from a top family, wouldn't need him to ask for help.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhao didn't overthink it. He successfully deducted two points and his eyes crinkled with joy. The two brothers stood on tiptoe and barely managed to put their arms around He Qinglin's shoulders, laughing and saying, "Let's go. We've been late for ages. We don't even know what class this is?"

If he misses his most hated Chinese class, that would be wonderful.

Just as the two were about to enter, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them, "Zhao Yi, He Qinglin!"

Zhao Zhao recognized the owner of the voice, glanced at the indifferent He Qinglin beside her, and then looked back at Ai Wen, who was running wildly from the luxury car with his schoolbag in his arms. She couldn't help but laugh, "I say, we really have a lot of luck today."

We were both late, and we even bumped into each other at the school gate.

Evan easily registered the names, then excitedly rushed over and bumped Zhao Zhao's shoulder, "Hahahaha, seeing you guys suddenly makes me feel calmer!"

He was no longer flustered, but when the homeroom teacher arrived at the classroom and saw the empty space at the back, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Were these students going too far?

The three, who were unaware of the class situation at the time, were walking towards the teaching building unhurriedly. Aiven kept talking, "Zhaoyi, what happened to you two yesterday? You didn't come to school yesterday, and now you're both late today?"

"Huh? You two are isolating me?" He joked, suddenly leaning closer to Zhao Zhao, his face almost touching hers. He was suddenly pulled away by He Qinglin. Without thinking much, he leaned against He Qinglin as if he had no bones and continued talking to Zhao Zhao.

The two were laughing and chatting, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.

He Qinglin wasn't going to tolerate him. He raised his hand and coldly shook him off. Ai Wen grabbed his arm, successfully drawing his attention. "Qinglin, you're not jealous because you saw me talking to Zhao Zhao and Zhao Yi, are you?"