Zhou Chong left the cafeteria and came to the apartment he rented.

The luggage had been cleared out of the room. He knew that his father was serious and could only drag his luggage into the dormitory.

Sometimes people have to accept their fate, and the most urgent task is to wait for their father to calm down and unblock their credit card.

Several roommates in the dormitory were a little surprised that Zhou Chong returned to the dormitory.

Because of the influence of the previous video, I was a little contemptuous and aweful towards Zhou Chong.

As for Zhou Chong, he inevitably felt out of place in the dormitory.

He took a shower casually, lay on the single bed, wrapping himself in a quilt, and the ringtone of his cell phone rang, indicating that it was Duran called.

After Zhou Chong answered, Duran whispered on the phone: "I'll be waiting for you downstairs of the boys' dormitory."

Zhou Chong raised his eyebrows and said impatiently: "What are you saying on the phone?"

Du Lan was stunned for a moment and gritted her teeth and said, "It has something to do with Ding Chan."

Zhou Chong jumped off the high and low bed, walked downstairs in his vest and shorts, and saw Duran standing under the osmanthus tree.

A quiet and sweet smell penetrated into the nostrils.

Zhou Chong's tone was a little stormy, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Duran looked down at his toes, "Actually, I just want to see you, it has nothing to do with Ding Chan."

Zhou Chong planned to leave and said sarcastically: "You are not sick, are you?"

"Is it a disease if I like you?" Duran raised his head and looked directly at Zhou Chong.

"I am notorious now, and my father blocked my economy and am still a poor man." Zhou Chong waved at Duran impatiently, "So put away your dream of wanting to be with a wealthy man as soon as possible. Young Master, I am not in the mood to talk about love now."

Duran took the initiative to step forward and grabbed Zhou Chong's wrist, "I don't want to be with a wealthy man, I really like you. During the time you chased Ding Chan, I was helping you on the surface, but in fact I felt very painful in my heart. I like you, not your money."

Zhou Chong was still a little moved. Now he fell to the bottom of the valley. All the friends who followed him had disappeared. His father ignored him and Ding Chan looked down on him even more.

Duran's appearance made him feel a little warm, but he also knew that if he was moved now, he would be very irresponsible to Duran.

Duran pulled himself a life-saving straw to get ashore. After he got ashore, he was very likely to be thrown away by himself.

"Even if I live less than a dog, I don't need you to sympathize with me." Zhou Chong shook Duran's hand disdainfully, lowered his head and inserted it into his pocket, clamped his arms, and returned to the dormitory.

Duran looked at Zhou Chong's lonely back, squatted beside the stone platform next to the osmanthus tree, covered his face, and cried bitterly.

Zhou Chong returned to the dormitory, and the roommate on the lower bunk glanced at Zhou Chong, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

"If you want to say anything, just say it directly, don't be in person or behind the scenes." Zhou Chong said angrily.

The roommate finally spoke and handed over his phone, "Zhou Chong, you are so popular again! There was a video saying that you have reformed and not only came to the canteen to apologize, but also took the boss in the canteen as his teacher. Now there are many online."

Zhou Chong doesn't like to play with his roommates, but he is not bad to his roommates. At least he is generous and does not live in the bed in the dormitory, which invisibly provides roommates with a wider space.

"Yes, I'm a dog in the water now, and everyone wants to come up and stab it." Zhou Chong felt that his roommate's words were particularly harsh. The shame of becoming a disciple not long ago came to his heart.

"No." The roommate's attitude was unexpected. He said seriously, "I think you have the courage. If it were me, you would definitely not be able to face the camera again."

"Yes, Zhou Chong, we support you. Although you were a little arrogant before, you are not bad. A classmate in the school was sick before. Didn't you donate 5,000 yuan? At that time, I thought you were in a good mood." Another roommate said.

"There is also that counselor. Although you beat him a little badly, this guy is not a good person in private. He often relies on his identity as a counselor to hook up with female classmates. I heard that there are female classmates who have given him an abortion? I also think he is unhappy, but it's a pity that you don't have as courage as you." The last roommate also comforted him.

Zhou Chong originally thought that he would be cold and ridiculed when he returned to the dormitory, but he did not expect that these roommates not only did not have any malice, but also kept comforting himself.

He suddenly realized that Qiao Zhi made him become a disciple, but it was not that bad.

Although many people in the world hope to kill all the bad guys, countless people hope to see the prodigal son turn back and don’t change the gold.

Zhou Chong began to hesitate. Should he really be the prodigal son who turned back according to Qiao Zhi's plan, transforming from a super prodigal son and changing his mind?

Zhou Chong was lying on the bed in a small space, and the board under him was not only hard, but also uncomfortable.

He simply opened the short video platform on his mobile phone. Because of the last car smash incident, he had not dared to log in to his account for a long time because some netizens sent him a human being, and sent him all kinds of unpleasant words.

Zhou Chong found that the number of private messages reached an unprecedented new high, reaching more than 30,000. He browsed it casually and felt relieved a lot.

Compared to earlier, the content of the message was a complete curse. Now at least six or seven of the ten messages are encouraging themselves.

These neutral exhortations are like the rain of dry land.

Zhou Chong suddenly felt a little lucky that he had become a disciple, and it seemed like he was the right one!

...

As the weather enters October, the temperature changes particularly sharply in the morning and evening. Although there are no strong storms, the shattered raindrops fall from the sky, which makes people feel chill.

Qiao Zhi didn't feel cold, but felt particularly restless and excited.

He got up at five o'clock in the morning and ran to the cafeteria to replace morning exercises.

After arriving in the cafeteria, he began to prepare for today's work. He didn't sleep much last night and was always paying attention to changes in public opinion on the Internet.

The number of fans in the official canteen account ranged from zero to 100,000, which only took a short night. Many people sent private messages in the background and made an appointment for today's dining table.

Having 100,000 fans means that the store has a publicity channel for 100,000 people.

As early as when the Internet was not so developed and newspapers were still the main publicity platform, the circulation of a provincial capital newspaper was only about 200,000 copies, not to mention that 100,000 fans received information faster, more intuitively, and higher penetration rates.

At around half past five, there was movement outside, and Ding Chan walked in through the door with an umbrella.

Seeing that it seemed like she was holding a fluffy animal in her arms, Qiao Zhi frowned and said, "Have you picked up a dog?"

Ding Chan gently stroked the puppy's skin with her hands and whispered: "When I passed by the trash can under the dormitory, I saw it hiding in the corner of the wall and shivered. I felt it was pitiful, so I brought it over. I gave it a meal before letting it leave."

"Why let it leave?" Qiao Zhi stared at the desk without turning around to look at Ding Chan.

Ding Chan said uneasy and seemed to be very aggrieved: "I'm so miserable now. It's so difficult to support myself. How can I still have the ability to keep a pet?"

Ding Chan found that when facing Qiao Zhi, her most vulnerable side would be exposed without reservation. In front of others, she might stubbornly pretend that she was particularly strong and confident.

But in front of Qiao Zhi, she always felt that it was unnecessary, because he had discovered her most miserable and depraved side.

Ding Chan likes small animals very much. She has also asked her parents to raise a little Teddy or a big golden retriever many times, but they are all ruthlessly rejected by her parents.

With the family conditions at that time, it was not that I could not afford to raise it, but that my parents were busy with work and had limited energy, and I had to go to school. If I really raised a pet, Ding Chan would definitely be responsible for bringing the pets to play, and her parents would have to worry about the rest.

Now Ding Chan doesn't expect to keep a pet.

"Your answer is reasonable and self-aware. However, I decided to take it in for this biscuit bear." Qiao Zhi said unexpectedly, "But you have to take care of it in the future."

"Really?" Ding Chan looked at Qiao Zhi in surprise, and felt a feeling of embracing Qiao Zhi.

"Of course it's true. There are two reasons. First, if a dog comes rich, it naturally comes to us. The meaning is very good. We cannot refuse wealth and good luck outside the door; second, our place is a canteen, and we usually have a lot of leftovers. This is a mixed dog. It should not be picky about food and is easier to feed." Qiao Zhi's mind is always so clear.

Ding Chan couldn't help laughing, and then frowned, "Did it catch a cold? I don't think it's mentally ill."

Qiao Zhi took the puppy from Ding Chan's arms, carefully observed its condition, and sighed, "Its condition is a bit bad. It has been diarrhea. If nothing unexpected happens, it is highly likely to be infected with parvovirus. Canines are infected with parvovirus and generally cannot be cured."

Ding Chan said in a heart-stumped manner: "You are not a veterinarian, how can you judge what disease it has?"

Qiao Zhi patiently analyzed, "First, this is a stray dog ​​that was abandoned. The owner of the dog must have thought it was unsuccessful, so he chose to give up; second, I once had a dog who died because of parvovirus, which was no different from its symptoms. What a pity..."

"What a pity?" Ding Chan asked.

"This dog is too small, and it doesn't have a few kilograms of meat to make it into dog meat hotpot, which is not enough to be stuffed between the teeth." Qiao Zhi said seriously.

"You are too cruel!" Ding Chan looked at Qiao Zhi wrongly, and subconsciously hugged Zamao Bixiong tightly in her arms.

Qiao Zhi laughed proudly, pointed to the dishes in the pool, and ordered: "I suggest you put away your sympathy and help you with your work quickly. Lunch at lunch will definitely be very popular today. Last night, we have so many people followed our official account, so many people will definitely come here."

Ding Chan put the bibie in the corner and found some food from the refrigerator. Bibie was in a bad state and didn't even touch her.

Qiao Zhi observed Ding Chan's details and sighed inwardly. Ding Chan's kindness was not disguised, and he was relieved of his original decision.

This girl who almost fell into trouble was finally in vain.

It took two hours to make preparations, and at around half past ten, students started to enter the meal one after another. Although they were all cheap set meals, the passenger flow was significantly higher than yesterday.
Chapter completed!