Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 8: The little white rabbit also has great wisdom
Zhao Zixuan has no time to care about other people's affairs. Whether Cheng Yuyan is good or bad, dead or alive, it has nothing to do with him.

The relationship between them is just that they were classmates who had studied together in the same school for two years by chance. They only spoke to each other for the first time today, and they were not even nodding acquaintances.

The only thing that could attract Zhao Zixuan's attention was probably Cheng Yuyan's beauty.

But beauty is useless when taken alone, and may even become a burden.

A truly outstanding girl may not be without beauty, but she cannot just have beauty.

Beauty plus any one of wealth, intelligence, talent, education, and an excellent family is a sure win, but beauty alone is a dead end.

Because in the eyes of those in power, beauty has always been a cheap, easily available product produced on an assembly line.

"Zixuan, Spain will play against the Netherlands at 3 o'clock tonight. The defending champion will play against the runner-up. Do you want to come to my house to watch the game?"

It was already dark when they left the Internet cafe, and Li Jiaming invited Zhao Zixuan.

Yuan Shiwei will also go.

Tomorrow is Saturday again, and the school is closed, so they plan to stay up all night to watch the game.

However, Zhao Zixuan had his own plans.

He refused: "I won't go, you guys just have fun."

He mainly didn't want to stay up late.

High school is a critical time for physical growth, and not sleeping at night will greatly affect physical development.

For the perfect height of 180cm.

Now, every night after 10:, he will force himself to lie down on the bed and sleep, even if he can't sleep, he will still count the number of times Mei Yangyang sleeps.

After parting ways with Li Jiaming, Zhao Zixuan resolutely embarked on the journey back home.

Although the lights of the bus were still flickering in the distance, he chose to stroll in the night.

The street lights are mottled and the crowds are surging, as if every step is telling the hustle and bustle of the city.

At this moment, Zhao Zixuan's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the happy times he spent with his little deskmate during class today.

Today, my desk mate handed me a small note again, which also came with a heavy envelope.

The envelope was filled with red bills, the amount of which was large enough to move Zhao Zixuan.

However, he finally declined the gift because in his heart, the friendship between them was not strong enough for him to accept such a gift.

The little classmate's generosity towards Zhao Zixuan was not only due to her deep friendship for him, but also because her concept of money was different from that of ordinary people.

In her eyes, money is just a tool, while friendship is priceless.

Zhao Zixuan knew this very well, so after careful consideration, he rejected his deskmate's kindness.

In the dark and hazy night, a cool breeze blew on his face, bringing a chill, but a warm current surged in Zhao Zixuan's heart.

He understood that no matter how bumpy the road ahead was, with such a little classmate by his side, he would move forward bravely and fearlessly in the future.

"It's great to be young!"

Zhao Zixuan sighed sincerely, his voice floating in the night wind, carrying a barely perceptible hint of nostalgia.

Just as he was immersed in this feeling, the light of the street lamp in front of him became dim, and through the hazy night fog, he vaguely saw two figures pulling and arguing fiercely.

Zhao Zixuan walked past them calmly, speaking casually and naturally, interrupting the argument.

"Do you need help? Cheng Yuqing."

He stared at Cheng Yuyan, his narrow eyes shining slightly and a mischievous smile on his face.

When Cheng Yuyan saw him coming up and calling her fake name, she was obviously stunned for a moment, then said indifferently.

"unnecessary!"

Her voice was cold and decisive, without a trace of emotion. And he was not a hypocritical person, after a slight smile, he waved his hand as if he was asking for trouble, and left this place of right and wrong without leaving a cloud.

He believed that she was capable enough to handle it all.

But the curiosity in his heart was scratching his heart like a cat's claw.

curiosity kills the cat.

This is indeed true.

but.

Why would the cool goddess who is praised by everyone in school take the risk to deal with a middle-aged uncle?

Is she really that short of money?

Zhao Zixuan's heart was full of doubts, but he also understood that some things did not require answers.

……

After Zhao Zixuan's back disappeared from her sight, Cheng Yuyan glared at the middle-aged man fiercely.

She was as defensive as a hedgehog, with all the spikes on her body standing up, making people afraid to get close to her.

"Uncle, I want to leave here, but I don't think you have the ability to provide me with shelter in the capital."

Cheng Yuyan's words were full of distrust.

"I have the ability to pay for all your tuition fees for four years of college. I can take you to Beijing, so you don't have to worry." The middle-aged man promised solemnly.

"Oh! You are already thirty-three years old and have your second child, yet you still dare to deceive a young girl. Do you want to go in and work on a sewing machine for three years?"

Cheng Yuyan's words were full of sarcasm.

"Ugh! How do you know I'm thirty-three? Give me my wallet back. When did you take it?"

There was a hint of panic in the middle-aged man's voice. He reached into his pocket, trying to get his wallet back.

Cheng Yuyan smiled softly and slammed her wallet hard on his chest.

Watching the man hurriedly stuffing his wallet into his pocket, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt in that smile.

"I really didn't check the almanac before going out. You are really amazing, little girl! You are awesome!!"

The middle-aged man fled the scene in a disorderly manner, his mind full of confusion.

He originally thought that this was just a simple and innocent little white rabbit, but he never expected that she was actually an extremely smart and intelligent girl.

Could it be that there are exceptions to the eternal rule that big breasts mean no brains?
What is going wrong?
……

It was already 8:30 in the evening when Zhao Zixuan stepped into the house.

The house is empty and my mother hasn't come back yet. Maybe she is playing mahjong in the mahjong hall, or dancing in the square. Anyway, these are her two major hobbies in life for now, and she never gets tired of them.

Zhao Zixuan took a shower to wash away the day's fatigue, then lay quietly on the bed, with his cell phone rolling in his palm.

Short videos are not yet popular, and the mobile phone seems a little unfamiliar in his hands.

Suddenly, a reminder sound came from QQ, and a friend request came into view.

The application message was simple and clear: Zhao Zixuan, why did you delete me as a friend?
He understood in his heart that this was undoubtedly a test from Song Qiuya.

He took a deep breath, tapped his fingers lightly on the screen, and approved her friend request.

Autumn Whispers: Come on, say something, why did you delete me as a friend?
Autumn Whispers is Song Qiuya’s online name. She starts off her voice with a questioning tone, as if she had suffered some great injustice.

Zhao Zixuan was too lazy to pay attention to her. He casually sent a message saying "I'm going to take a shower" and then closed QQ.

Since he got used to WeChat, he has lost interest in exploring QQ.

(End of this chapter)