Chapter Twenty-Eight: What Gift to Give?
Natsume's sleep quality is very good, and when I wake up, the fatigue of yesterday's day is all gone, and I am refreshed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info After washing up and changing clothes, he ran to the park, Ling Haochen should have arrived, right? He's been that early.
When he was about to arrive at the place, Natsume saw Ling Haochen's sweaty figure from a distance, a pair of legs stepping forward vigorously and steadily, and his good-looking side face was white and crimson. The girls who passed by all looked at him sideways, and then bit their ears together and stomped their feet excitedly.
Natsume felt that this was the first time she had looked at Ling Haochen so seriously, it was undeniable that he was a very attractive person, and he was always cool, but he was very fragile, she didn't know why she felt that he was very fragile, maybe she had seen his unusual appearance!
She obediently warmed herself up first, waiting for Ling Haochen to run over.
About a minute later, Ling Haochen appeared in Natsume's field of vision, and he also saw Natsume and ran over at a faster speed.
"Did you buy the book yesterday afternoon"?
Natsume nodded, "I bought it, and I bought a lot, but why is there a monthly exam in the first year of high school?" Do you want to take the test too?"
Feeling that Natsume's warm-up was almost over, Ling Haochen took Natsume's hand and took her to start running, "Hehe, don't worry, it's very simple, of course we will also take the test." Don't talk, or you won't be able to run, breathe evenly, and add a few laps today."
Natsume obediently shut up and ran obediently.
Natsume regretted running and running, this Ling Haochen was too dark, it was obvious that he was challenging her limits, he was still running after eight laps, and he didn't plan to stop looking at him.
She was breathing as hard as she could, but her lungs were still uncomfortable, her heart was pounding, and her feet couldn't lift as if they were weighing a thousand pounds. I really couldn't hold on anymore, so I just sat on the ground and couldn't get up.
"Huh~Huh~ I'm not running, Whew~ I can't run, you run by yourself"
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Ling Haochen stopped, squatted down, wiped her sweat, and comforted, "Okay, let's not run."
Natsume was so tired that she couldn't leave, so she wanted to hurry home.
Mom, this coach is terrible.
After breakfast, she changed her clothes, picked up her schoolbag and ran out of the gate, and got into Ling Haochen's car, she still held a grudge, pretended to be very wilted, and didn't talk to Ling Haochen.
Ling Haochen just smiled and didn't say anything, knowing everything in his heart.
Natsume spends his time studying like a sponge every day, ignoring all the people around him.
Time passed like this, and before I knew it, it was Friday, and then it was Saturday and Sunday. Natsume expected to study hard for two days, but in the evening, his plans were disrupted.
It's really a plan that can't keep up with the changes.
When she flipped through the book, she turned to a big red bronzing card, and suddenly remembered that it was given to her by Cheng Yang, saying that Saturday was his birthday.
Birthday? Ah, I almost forgot this, Cheng Yang was still waiting for her to give her, if she forgot it, she didn't know what Cheng Yang's child thought of her!
I didn't have time to complain, so I ran to the second floor with my card and knocked on the door of my night father and mother.
Night Mother opened the door, looked at Natsume suspiciously, and asked, "Xiaohedge, what's wrong?" Something to do with Mom and Dad"?
Natsume felt sorry because her mother was wearing pajamas and was obviously going to sleep.
"Mom, ask you a little thing, if you have a good friend, the kind with whom the relationship is particularly good, man, what gift do you say I would give him on his birthday?"
Night Dad heard the voices of the two people at the door, so he asked, "Is it Xiaofeng?"
Natsume put her head through her mother's waist and poked her head in, "Dad, it's me, I'll ask my mother a question."
"Oh, then you ask"!
"Uh-huh", Natsume retracted her head, waiting for her mother's answer.
Night Mom smiled slyly, "It's Xiao Yang, right?"
"How do you know?" Natsume was very surprised, she just gave a hint.
"You have such a good relationship, of course I know, but if you want to ask your mother what gift you want to give, you should know better than your mother, and even your mother is curious about your secrets."
After touching the ash and being asked rhetorically, Natsume could only explain indiscriminately that she wanted to change the gift, which was more innovative. Asking to no avail, she returned to the room with deeper questions, and as soon as she entered the door, she was startled by the music coming from nowhere, and then she searched all over the place, but she couldn't find it.
In the end, she accidentally put her ear on the schoolbag to hear the source of the sound, and quickly opened the schoolbag and opened the innermost compartment to find something that made a sound.
It is a mobile phone, all white, clamshell, with smooth edges and a beautiful curvature. Natsume hurriedly glanced at the sign, and it was a few letters "IICL" that he didn't recognize.
Unskillfully flipped open the front cover and pressed a green phone button printed on it.
"Hey, little hedge! Are you on your way to save the planet? It's taken so long to answer, and I've called you three times, three! Do you know? You're thanking me for the flowers you made me wait for, and I'm still playing on the balcony, blowing the cold wind, you know how cold I am, you ......"
Natsume picked up the phone and his face was full of black lines, as soon as he heard this rambling words, and there was a not very serious voice, he knew who it was, and it was obvious that the person who was going to be a lawyer did not speak concisely at all.
"Cheng Yang, what are you calling me for? I just went to the second floor and didn't hear it."
I didn't hear it, I didn't know I still had a mobile phone, right? This stupid guy carries the most convenient communication tool of this era without knowing it, and has been using manual communication.
Cheng Yang coughed, he didn't expect Natsume to interrupt him and touch his nose, "That, it's just to remind you not to forget tomorrow, my birthday."
"I know, I've always remembered it, and I don't need to be reminded by the accent word by word", Natsume was talking nonsense with his eyes open, obviously he had forgotten it, but he had to say that he hadn't forgotten.
"That's good, I'm hanging, night, good".
After hanging up the phone, Natsume couldn't maintain a calm expression, jumping up and down like a monkey in a hurry, and took out the diary of the night fence to look through it, and it was almost rotten and didn't find any clues.
Just when she was in a hurry, the appearance of a person flashed in her head, right! You can find him, he's so stupid, I'm so anxious that I forgot about this important person.
Quickly flip through your phone, find your contacts, and look for them one by one.
"You must have it, you must have it...... Ah, that's it, 'Brother Bai Chen', it's really strange to exist."
Nervous broadcast to go quietly wait, beep, sound; beep, two sounds; ...... "Hey, hedge"?
Just as Natsume was about to count "three tones" in her mind, a clear and seductive voice came out of the microphone, this voice was so good that she forgot to answer, and just wanted to listen for a little longer.
"Hedge? Why don't you speak? Did something happen? I'll come right here and wait for me."
"It's okay, it's okay, I just haven't figured out what to say, I'm fine, don't come over", Natsume hurriedly stopped, wouldn't it be a toss to let him come.
The other side was visibly relaxed, "Well, it's okay, what do you want to tell me?" If you don't think about it, you just think about it first, I'll wait."
"I ...... If you have something to ask you, you promise me that you must answer, otherwise I won't ask."
Natsume suddenly felt that she was a little despicable, and took advantage of Ling Haochen's psychology of blindly being kind to the night fence, but she couldn't help it, so she waited for Ling Haochen's answer with her ears uneasy.
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