novelraw Chapter 611 269: Like Sitting on Pins and Needles, Eyes Filled with Killing Intent, Who Is That Person?
Chapter 611 269: Like Sitting on Pins and Needles, Eyes Filled with Killing Intent, Who Is That Person?
Of course.
All this wonderfulness was shredded by a phone ringtone.
"Beep beep beep—"
Half-dreaming and dazed, Zhang Lingchuan picked up a call.
"Hey, Master Zhang, I'm already at your school gate. Not awake yet?"
It was Song Wanqing calling.
"At the gate? What time is it... it's nine o'clock!"
Zhang Lingchuan was full of confusion upon hearing this; what time is it?
When he glanced at the time on his phone, he sprang up; it was indeed nine o'clock.
Comrade Xiao Song said last night not to set an alarm, that she'd wake him. Why did she call at nine, knowing their flight is at eleven thirty?
"Yes, it's nine o'clock, hurry up, let's go earn some money."
Song Wanqing laughed on the phone.
She knew Teacher Zhang definitely slept late last night; having won first place, surely many congratulatory messages came, like from the team back in Qing County, Teacher Chen Qian, Wang Liwei, Wei Xiaoyuan—they all sent him messages last night, congratulating him on taking first place.
Since they sent him messages, Teacher Zhang surely received many.
Plus the veterinarian, medical experts, entertainment industry pals, friends and family—his hand must've cramped from replying last night.
But she couldn't help him with that, since she doesn't live with him to help reply.
The only thing she could do was let Teacher Zhang sleep a bit longer.
Meet him at the gate at nine.
If he didn't answer the call, she'd just go to his dorm and call for him; after all, she knew where Teacher Zhang's dorm was.
"Alright, Wanqing, give me ten minutes."
Zhang Lingchuan got up quickly.
"Old Zhang, heading to Shanghai this early?"
Prince heard the noise, sluggishly opened his eyes.
"Yeah, gotta get there early; apparently, there's a simple rehearsal part."
Zhang Lingchuan answered Comrade Guan Suo while hastily dressing.
"Jealous, huh? Seems like I'll be guarding an empty room tonight."
Guan Suo stretched out his words with a sighing tone.
"Get lost—"
Zhang Lingchuan replied with irritation.
Guarding an empty room.
As a graduate student for nearly two and a half years, he spent at least a year and a half alone in the dorm.
It's only now in the third year that both of them were in the dorm more often.
Dormitory.
After a quick wash-up, Zhang Lingchuan quickly headed toward the school gate.
Men.
Face washing and teeth brushing are quick without fussing with extra stuff.
School gate.
A black Mercedes-Benz.
"Dad, Master Zhang is here."
Song Wanqing opened the passenger door.
"Hmm, here, here."
Seeing his daughter's happy face opening the car door, Old Song mumbled.
Almost happier than seeing her own dad, can't she think about her own dad's feelings?
Of course.
Song Wanqing didn't respond to Old Song.
Because she had already gotten out of the car.
"Really ten minutes, Master Zhang; quite punctual, get in."
Song Wanqing looked at the time and smiled as she opened the back door.
"Couldn't let Wanqing and Uncle Song wait too long, right?"
Zhang Lingchuan joked after getting in the car.
Today they're flying to Shanghai to receive the award and collect advancement bonuses, who knows if the system will malfunction if they're late.
Speaking of which, his dream last night was so sweet, he's curious what his Special Treasure Chest can actually awaken.
Typically, you'll get at least one skill; if it's restricted skills, that would be amazing.
"I don't mind."
Old Song's gaze was a bit resentful.
"Master Zhang, scoot over, I'll sit with you in the back."
Turns out that after this guy arrived, his daughter quietly moved to the back seat and started rubbing elbows.
Truly, daughters don't stay home.
Luckily, Old Song didn't know his daughter planned to spend millions to buy votes for Zhang Lingchuan last night; otherwise, his eyes would be hopeless rather than resentful.
"Uh..."
Zhang Lingchuan looked at Comrade Xiao Song, hesitant.
Old Song was glaring murderously here, squeezing next to him—if he really thought they had something going on, how would he explain?
"Speaking of which, Xiao Zhang, you're truly impressive, clinching first place in the National Veterinary Competition."
Old Song usually didn't pay much attention to these things.
But he had a daughter always talking about Teacher Zhang, so he picked up on some details.
He adjusted the conversation to express his admiration.
"Uncle Song, not really; mainly Wanqing gave me ideas, acted as my think tank, otherwise I'd be in trouble."
Zhang Lingchuan spoke with some humility.
"Oh, come on, I know my own daughter, Qingqing, well enough; she might offer some help, but the decisive factor is definitely you, Xiao Zhang, stop being modest."
Song Wenqing spoke with some irritation.
Perhaps his daughter contributed suggestions, but it's not just suggestions that make a difference; the individual must have impact.
"Dad, am I really that terrible in your eyes?"
Song Wanqing was displeased upon hearing her father's words.
"What else?"
Old Song's tone was low.
"Dad, if you say that, Teacher Zhang will give you quite a surprise after returning from Shanghai."
Song Wanqing was in the back seat and either intentionally or not, she suddenly put her hand over Zhang Lingchuan's, then intertwined her fingers...
"Wanqing... stop it, you'll give Uncle Song the wrong idea."