She Came To My Concert

Chapter 31

Back home, Ying Fei just got the takeaway.

The delicious Mala Tang whetted Zhu Wenshu's appetite again. The two girls turned on the TV and ate heartily amidst the laughter of the variety show.

When the lights in Zhu Wenshu's bedroom were turned on, Ling Chen's WeChat finally had a movement.

Zhu Wenshu turned on the phone.

Ling Chen accepted the money, but did not reply a word.

Chapter 12

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Wenshu met Zhu Qisen again at the school gate, and saw his big white teeth from a long distance away.

"Hey! Isn't this my benefactor!"

Zhu Qisen ran towards her with a bag of soy milk happily, "You are too beautiful today, I really feel wronged to teach in this elementary school, you should go to Hollywood and let the whole world witness your beauty."

"Almost done."

Zhu Wenshu stayed half a meter away from this person, for fear that his stupidity would infect him, "If there is nothing to do, I went to pull the weeds on the edge of the playground."

"How can I be fine? I was born to work for Teacher Zhu." Zhu Qisen put soy milk in front of Zhu Wenshu, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"have eaten."

Zhu Wenshu waved away his soymilk, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, I have to go to the classroom to keep an eye on the students."

"Hey, it's not a big deal, it's just that Xue'er was very happy when she received the concert tickets yesterday, and I want to add one to your roommate's star group."

"..."

Zhu Wenshu's eyebrows jumped, and he said without changing his face, "My roommate's star group is very strict, and it's already full, so I can't join it."

"Oh... so..."

Zhu Qisen immediately plugged in the straw and started drinking soy milk by himself, "It's fine, she's already very happy to be able to go to Lingchen's concert."

Speaking of this, Zhu Wenshu thought of something, turned his head and said, "By the way, I will also go to the concert when the time comes."

"?"

Zhu Qisen was holding a straw in his mouth, and the word "Reject" was written in bold and emphatic on his face, "If you really have nothing to do, go and pull the weeds on the edge of the playground."

"You are really crossing rivers and tearing down bridges."

Zhu Wen bookishly laughed, "I still have a ticket, can you control me?"

Zhu Qisen: "You don't like Ling Chen, you have nothing to do to join in the fun, wouldn't you resell the tickets to make some money?"

"It's not a matter of liking it or not."

Zhu Wenshu didn't say the rest.

That's not to make a scene.

Moreover, not everyone has the opportunity to go to a high school classmate's concert.

Thinking about it carefully, there is a bit of honor to it.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenshu walked briskly all the way to the office, saw two piles of homework books neatly placed on the table, bent down and started flipping through the homework books without even putting down the bag.

Finding Ling Siyuan's, she opened it with full expectation——

No?

She turned a few pages back and forth, even picked up the homework book and shook it, only one leftover spicy stick fell out.

Is it forgotten or lost?

Zhu Wenshu was worried and walked to the classroom.

A few minutes before the morning reading class, the students were all making noise in the classroom. Seeing the head teacher come in, the whole space seemed to press the pause button, and small heads looked at Zhu Wenshu eagerly.

Like being in a sunflower field, Zhu Wenshu coughed lightly, waved at Ling Siyuan, and said in a deep voice, "Yuanyuan, come here."

Ling Siyuan went in without knowing, and walked out step by step, scratching the back of his head.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

Zhu Wenshu bent down, his eyebrows crooked with a smile, "Did your father ask you to bring anything to the teacher today?"

"what?"

Ling Siyuan continued to scratch his round head like a confused little monk, and he hesitated for a long time before saying, "No, no."

"Oh...it's okay, you can go back to the classroom and listen to the lecture obediently."

It's not as good as losing it.

Zhu Wenshu thought, it's normal that Ling Siyuan didn't send it.

Ling Chen is so busy, he may not remember this matter. And even if you remember, you may not have time to explain.

By Friday, Zhu Wenshu had still not received the ticket.

In the evening, after taking a shower, she lay on the bed, thought for a while, and decided to send Ling Chen a message.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Student Ling Chen, good evening.

[Zhu Wenshu]: I haven't found any tickets in Yuanyuan's homework these days, have you forgotten it?

At the same time, she transferred the ticket money to Ling Chen.

But these three messages were like disappearing into the sea. Zhu Wenshu waited for a long time, his consciousness was half asleep and half awake, and it seemed that Chen had replied to her message.

Picked up the phone, but didn't see a reply.

Forget it, let's sleep first.

Just as he was about to turn off the screen, Ling Chen's name suddenly changed to "The other party is typing".

Zhu Wenshu held his eyelids tightly again, waiting for his news.

After repeated several times, the input status disappears.

——Ling Chen accepted the money.

【c】: My child is not a courier.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Then...

【c】: Take it yourself.

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

The phrase "Why don't you call a flash mailer to send it over" was strangled in the keyboard.

Fine.