"You're going out, now?"

The dormitory director Wei Jiangyang had just finished watching the movie with his girlfriend and floated back to the dormitory at 9:45 pm, and his whole body was filled with the sour smell of love. He pushed open the door and saw Zhang Heng wearing a sportswear and squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces.

“Yes, there’s an event tonight.”

"Event? Is it a date?" Wei Jiangyang judged others by himself, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face as if he was brothers.

Chen Huadong, who was drinking Coke and watching a movie, was shocked when he heard this, "What, Mr. Zhang, isn't the person you like me?"

Ma Wei, the oldest in the dormitory, also put down the English book in his hand and couldn't help but speak, "Zhang Heng, you have such good conditions, it should be easy to find a girlfriend. You are still alone. If it weren't for the same dormitory as you, I would have thought you were a gay man."

Ma Wei's feelings were not without reason. His family conditions were the worst for the four people in the dormitory. His parents were all very honest farmers. In high school, he liked a girl in his class, but this relationship was always hidden in his heart.

It was not until the four people in the dormitory celebrated his birthday in the semester of his senior year that he had drunk too much that night. It was not until Zhang Heng and the others realized that the girl had been admitted to the same city as him, so they urged Ma Wei to confess their love, but the latter shook his head and refused.

Ma Wei's situation was clear to the other three people in the dormitory. They knew that he had to pay tuition fees with the national award to reduce the burden on his family. He was the hardest to study in daily life. He spent the rest of his time working part-time tutors to make money, and he had no time to fall in love.

However, no one else could help with this kind of thing. Ma Wei had a strong sense of self-esteem and was rejected by others who wanted to waive him.

Zhang Heng patted Ma Wei on the shoulder and said helplessly, "Don't tease me. It's really not a date tonight, I'm not a gay man, I just haven't met the girl I like yet."

Chen Huadong raised the Coke in his hand, "When you meet, you must open your eyes to see which witch can take down our young master Shecao Zhang."

…………

After finally dealing with the three melon-eating parties, it was already ten:05 when Zhang Heng walked out of the school gate.

If it weren't for the numbers on his right arm when he was taking a shower, Zhang Heng would even suspect that what happened in the maid's coffee shop this afternoon was just an hallucination of him.

He asked the cute maid with cat ears, who was sure that he was the only one in that position from entering the store to leaving.

The handsome maid who was responsible for making drinks also said that during that time, she only had one cup of Taboo Love.

"Never question a bartender, because every cup of work is filled with something called love, and it is impossible for people to forget their love." The latter said coolly.

“…”

To the rest of the store, the conversation that had been a few minutes ago seemed like it had never happened.

Speaking of which, the guy wearing a Tang suit and a top hat and tie seemed to have mentioned that this meeting was forbidden, but he would solve the problem.

Therefore, Zhang Heng speculated that this is probably what he called the solution.

Is the time callback?

Zhang Heng became more and more curious about who that guy was. All his abilities seemed to be related to time, but now is not the time to think about such a problem. Now he needs to deal with the upcoming game first.

Zhang Heng waited for another five minutes and confirmed that no one was paying attention to this place. Then he took a deep breath and walked up.

Two strong men in suits looked at him expressionlessly from behind the sunglasses. The eyes made people feel a sense of coldness. Zhang Heng felt that he was facing two lions preparing to hunt on the prairie, but his calmness played a role again. He pulled up his sleeves and exposed the numbers on his arms.

During this process, he was still worried. The tragic situation of the rich second generation just now was quite unforgettable. Although Zhang Heng had previously guessed that the number on his arm was a ticket to the game, he was not ruled out that there were other possibilities.

Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen. He did not follow the footsteps of the rich second generation and cosplayed human bowling in the air.
Chapter completed!