Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 216 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (43)

That evening, while Zhao Zhao was playing games with Ai Wen and the others, her phone suddenly vibrated and a transfer notification popped up.

Zhao Zhao didn't bother looking at the string of zeros and quickly swiped away. Their game was getting intense, and this thing was blocking his view!

Soon after, her game character died, and Zhao Zhao angrily threw her phone onto the sofa. The new phone bounced to the ground with a "thud," but fortunately, it was of good quality and remained intact.

However, upon hearing the noise in the game, Evan immediately chuckled, turned on his mic, and laughed, "Zhaozhao, why are you getting so worked up even though you lost the game?"

"I didn't." Zhao Zhao rolled her eyes, calmed herself down, picked up her phone and saw that her game character was still in the resurrection phase, so she took a moment to check the transfer information.

I discovered there was another transfer an hour ago, from his brother, while the one just now was from his father.

The busy man finally checked the message. Zhao Zhao looked back at the messages she had sent earlier and found that both of them had replied to her.

They all asked him questions like how he got his phone working and whether he was feeling alright.

After replying to each one, the game will begin.

Fighting battles with his phone in hand, he's surrounded by enthusiastic family and friends online, but in reality, he's a lonely person in a huge mansion.

It's strange, Zhao Zhao always felt that he seemed both happy and unhappy.

In the following days, Zhao Zhao was late almost every day, and the earliest time she didn't even arrive at school before the bell rang.

Today was no exception, but this time when he got out of the car, he saw Song Zhixu, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

The boy stood at the school gate, bathed in sunlight, a gentle smile still on his face, listening to a senior student council member speak while slowly flipping through the registration book in his hand.

Fang Xinglu heard the noise and, thinking it was about the same time, looked up and met the gaze of his old acquaintance, Zhao Zhao.

“…President.” He turned to look at Song Zhixu.

Because Zhao Zhao was always late and never learned her lesson, Fang Xingluo quickly explained the situation to the president after seeing him today, and even specifically mentioned that the person was the young master of the Yu family.

Song Zhixu nodded, holding his pen and smiling at Zhaozhao. Their eyes met, and Zhaozhao silently looked away.

He always felt that this person was a smiling tiger, and that everything about him seemed to be seen through in his gaze.

"I'm late, please write it down." Zhao Zhao didn't want to linger and quickly told him to write down her name. After all, if he lost these two points today, he would be able to make up twenty points.

He raised his chin, looking at the other person with a defiant expression.

Song Zhixu chuckled, his long, slender fingers holding a pen, and wrote the three characters "Yu Zhaoyi" again by himself. "Including this time, junior has already lost twenty points."

"Hmm." Considering that this person was the main character, Zhao Zhao still maintained some patience to communicate with him.

"Then, junior, don't be late again tomorrow." His tone was slow and gentle, but when Zhao Zhao looked into his calm eyes, she felt that this old fox seemed to already know her purpose.

A rebellious thought arose in him, and he deliberately said, "Tomorrow? I can't guarantee that."

"is it?"

Song Zhixu's smile became even gentler, but he rudely threw the registration book to Fang Xingluo. The young man was tall and slender, elegant and noble, and slowly approached Zhaozhao.

As the distance closed, Zhao Zhao could clearly see that the man's eyes were full of indifference.

"Behave yourself and don't go against me. Now that we've achieved our goal, don't be late again." A deep voice sounded in my ear, gentle as if coaxing a disobedient child.

The student council members, who were standing with their backs to Song Zhixu, unanimously acknowledged their president's good temper upon hearing these words. However, Zhao Zhao, who was facing him, realized just how impatient he was hiding behind his mask.

However, Zhao Zhao wasn't afraid of him. Seeing the students from the student council behind her staring at Song Zhixu with admiration, she sneered, "Aren't you tired of pretending like this every day?"

Song Zhixu's eyes held no smile, but he still smiled at him with a slight curve to his lips.

"Tch~ I really don't understand you people. You clearly dislike me, but you still pretend to be."