novelraw Chapter 210 - 209 A Kind of Friend You Can Confide In (Part 1)
Chapter 210 - 209 A Kind of Friend You Can Confide In (Part 1)
After Liu Xiue’s birthday, Zhao Meimei officially threw herself into the busy preparation for the city-wide joint exam.Robber Hao handed out test papers every day with red eyes, checking answers and explaining questions. Even when he was extremely busy, he didn’t forget to stand by Zhang Zhao’s desk, instructing him sternly: "Finish your questions quickly, I’ll be the first to check them."
No matter how laid-back Zhang Zhao was, he still had some foundation from his previous studies. With a bit of effort, he caught up. Ever since he cut himself with a knife, the whole class looked at him as if he were a lunatic; some timid classmates would walk past him carefully, afraid he might pull out a knife and, instead of amusing himself, decide to stab someone else for fun.
In this environment where everyone was on edge, only the carefree Zhao Meimei behaved like nothing was going on, still accepting all kinds of snacks Zhang Zhao offered to her, eating them herself, sometimes sharing them with Xu Xu and Wang Jiayue, and occasionally taking Zhang’s big wallet for a trip to the supermarket to raid the snack aisle.
Zhang Zhao walked beside Zhao Meimei, turning his head to look at her still somewhat pretty face. Sometimes, unable to help himself, he’d ask mockingly: "Hey, Zhao Meimei, you’re not planning to have an affair, are you?"
Zhao Meimei immediately shot back with a cold glare: "Nonsense, who am I supposed to have an affair with?"
Zhang Zhao pointed at himself.
Zhao Meimei snorted with disdain, unhesitatingly retorting: "Stop it, I’m not crazy."
Zhang Zhao sneered: "Being with me is crazy?"
Zhao Meimei scoffed: "You’re not crazy? You cut yourself with a knife; normal people don’t do such things!"
Zhang Zhao rarely showed displeasure in front of Zhao Meimei: "And why isn’t it normal? It’s not like I’m slitting my wrists; using a knife to cut myself isn’t crazy, I didn’t hurt anyone else!"
Zhao Meimei lectured him: "And you say it’s not crazy?! Besides you, who else thinks cutting themselves with a knife is fun? If you can name one person, then I’ll admit you’re not crazy. Not even speaking generally, just our class—everyone from Robber Hao to our classmates, who doesn’t look at you like you’re nuts? You think it’s super cool, right? I’m telling you, it’s not cool, it’s crazy! And it’s serious! I... "here’s still a faint aroma clinging to its edges.
If before knowing Zhao Meimei, someone had told him he’d someday share the secrets buried deep inside him without reservation, he’d definitely think they’ve had their brain smoothed out with an electric iron.
"I’m fine." Zhang Zhao shook his head, standing up with a bitter smile, asking: "Just a bit tired. Can you keep me company to eat some spicy skewers?"
Zhao Meimei blinked at Zhang Zhao, not saying anything.
Zhang Zhao averted his gaze, saying lightly: "If you don’t want to, forget it. Anyway, let’s go back to class; it’s almost time for lessons."
Zhang Zhao turned to walk to the classroom, only to be tugged by his school uniform after taking just one step.
Zhang Zhao turned back, meeting Zhao Meimei’s clear gaze.
Zhao Meimei squinted her eyes, lazily looking through her lashes at him: "Okay, let’s go, but you need to pay. I didn’t bring any money."
Zhang Zhao chuckled helplessly: "Class President, when have you ever paid when hanging out with me?"
Listening to his playful chatter, Zhao Meimei secretly sighed in relief, adding: "Wait for me here. I’ll go back and make some cover arrangements, then I’ll come find you."