Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 238 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (65)

Zhao Zhao felt short of breath, a tightness in her chest. "He Qinglin, let go." He frowned slightly and patted He Qinglin's back lightly.

Hearing Zhao Zhao's voice, He Qinglin snapped out of his daze, quickly let go of her hand, looked at her apologetically, and asked with concern, "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength just now. Are you alright?" Zhao Zhao has a heart condition, and it was all his fault for not being careful.

Before Zhao Zhao could answer, Evan stepped forward with a smile and gently pulled Zhao Zhao to his side.

At the same time, she glanced at He Qinglin with a slightly warning look in her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction: "He Qinglin, watch your step."

When their eyes met, He Qinglin keenly sensed that there was no smile in Ai Wen's eyes, but rather an indescribable seriousness and scrutiny.

He Qinglin felt a slight tremor in his heart, as if Ai Wen had seen through his complex emotions.

"Knock knock..."

A crisp, rhythmic knocking sounded abruptly, instantly shattering the already somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Evan withdrew the scrutinizing look from his eyes, put on a smile again, and turned to Zhao Zhao, saying, "I'll go open the door."

However, the moment he turned around, his cheerful laugh vanished instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible gloom.

Which blind fool is it?

The door opened, and his sharp eyes immediately spotted a familiar brooch. He smiled again and asked, "What brings you here?"

Song Zhixu was certainly not there to see him. He gently pushed him away, his purpose clear, and looked straight at Zhao Zhao, asking, "Are you getting used to living at school for the first time?"

Zhao Zhao found it somewhat amusing and replied, "President, I just moved in~ There's no such thing as getting used to it yet~"

“Yeah, that’s a question you asked.” Evan leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and said smugly.

He Qinglin resumed reading the book in his hands, quietly looking like a good student ready to study.

Song Zhixu remained as gentle as ever, asking softly, "It's almost noon, shall we go for lunch?"

Zhao Zhao didn't want to move and plopped down on the bed that Ye Xi had made. "I have no appetite, I'm not going."

As soon as he said that, several people in the room turned to look at him.

Why do I have no appetite?

"Feel good?"

"Tightness in your chest?"

Three voices came from the three concerned people at the same time. Zhao Zhao blushed and said, "No, don't worry, I just don't want to eat."

Song Zhixu felt slightly relieved, but her delicate brows were still furrowed. "You can't skip meals."

Aiven, being a man of action, immediately grabbed Zhao Zhao and pulled her up. He bent down slightly, pinched Zhao Zhao's face, and gently pulled it to both sides. "Let's go eat. Otherwise, I'll have to carry you downstairs."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and showed Zhao Zhao his strong muscles, indicating that he had plenty of strength to carry him.

Zhao Zhao was so angry she almost laughed. She stood up instantly, but just then Evan looked down, and Zhao Zhao's nose bumped into Evan's chin.

"Hi~"

"Zhao Zhao."

The other two immediately gathered around, and He Qinglin stopped reading and stared intently at Zhao Zhao's swollen nose.

"Evan, is your chin made of iron?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao was slightly stunned. In his distant memory, he seemed to have also vented his anger on someone in a similar helpless manner.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the man's wicked chuckle seemed to reappear before his eyes...

"Zhao Zhao?"

"Hiss~ I hope she's not going to cry."

The distant scene faded away, and before my eyes remained three worried faces.