novel-books Chapter 329 Do we really have to wait?
Chapter 329 Do we really have to wait?
however.
Just as Jiang Bai's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
His footwork instantly switched from "elegant little steps" to "100-meter sprint".
"System! Watch closely! I'm about to begin my interdimensional drift!"
Jiang Bai didn't go to the crowded women's restroom at all.
After we got to a secluded spot...
He flashed by, using the dense sycamore trees as cover, his toes lightly touching the grass, and his whole body was like a black lightning bolt, precisely bypassing the activity areas of the two clubs.
Then they walked along a secluded, overgrown path, heading straight for the long-abandoned old teaching building.
.......
Three minutes later.
The top floor of the old teaching building.
"Bang!"
Jiang Bai locked the door and let out a long sigh of relief.
"I'm suffocating... This bodycon skirt, these black stockings... get the hell away from me!!"
Jiang Bai began a "whirlwind makeup removal" in the cubicle.
She ripped off the wig, tore open the pencil skirt, and removed the black stockings he both loved and hated...
Ten minutes later.
The image in the mirror was completely reconstructed.
The fox-eared senior who captivated all the boys in the school has disappeared.
Instead.
He was dressed casually, with an upright posture.
Jiang Bai, a tough guy, has a fierce look in his eyes that screams "I'm going to eat five bowls of rice!"
He deftly stuffed the women's clothing he had changed out of into the large bear bag, and then put it into the system space.
"Phew... I'm alive again!"
Look in the mirror.
Jiang Baifa let out a deep baritone sigh. The solid feeling of being grounded and having a wide, comfortable groin made him want to practice a couple of sets of military boxing on the spot.
"Free food! I'm going to eat all the cafeteria food!"
"Oh ho ho ho, my dear braised pork, I'm here!"
.......
And this moment.
Su Ze and his two companions stood guard at the stall entrance like three gatekeepers.
One person clutched a bottle of warm water, his eyes deep as if guarding the last hope.
suddenly.
A figure dressed in a suit, with hair so straight it could kill a mosquito, stumbled and rushed to the stall.
"We've arrived... Phew... We finally found it!"
Zhang Cheng, holding his crooked black-rimmed glasses, was breathing heavily.
He almost got taken on a tour of the school by his own father!
When asking where the class's booth was.
Old Zhang was incredibly confident when he gave directions.
It turned out to be a booth belonging to another department, leaving him waiting in vain for a minute at an empty booth.
Old Zhang wanted to point in another direction.
Having learned from past mistakes, Zhang Cheng decided to ask his students himself to avoid repeating the experience of a one-day trip to the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai.
Looking at the stall in front of him, Zhang Cheng's eyes welled up with tears.
We've finally arrived!
Old Zhang, who was following behind, felt a sense of satisfaction that was even greater than when he received the "Outstanding Counselor" award.
"Chengcheng, look at you, so clumsy."
Old Zhang strolled up slowly, his tone full of teasing as an "old father."
"Dad's getting old, it's normal for him to have a bad memory and give wrong directions, isn't it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhang Cheng was suffering inside, but he didn't have time to dwell on it.
He looked up at the stall and saw Su Ze and the other two staring at him with extremely unfriendly eyes.
Then, I saw Lao Zhang.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"
Su Ze and the other two were taken aback and stood up straight.
Old Zhang coughed lightly, puffed out his chest, and introduced:
"Well, it's the school sports meet, and family members are here to observe."
"This is my wife, and this is my good-for-nothing son, Zhang Cheng. He works in architectural design in Shanghai and insists on coming to contribute to our class's public welfare cause."
The two groups greeted each other politely. Old Zhang's wife, however, had a sharp eye; she immediately spotted the life-size cardboard cutout and exclaimed in admiration:
"This must be Jiang Baizhi, right? This card is really well made."
Zhang Cheng had no time for pleasantries; his "sharp eyes," honed at the design institute, scanned the area around the pavilion.
Not seeing that stunningly beautiful figure, my heart sank.
"Hey guys..."
Zhang Cheng tried his best to make his tone sound mature and steady, and asked in a low voice.
"Where's Jiang Baizhi, my junior? I just said she was here."
Su Ze curled his lip and pointed into the distance:
"Unfortunately, Bai Zhi just left; she said she went to the restroom."
Zhang Cheng's once spirited face visibly crumbled in that instant.
"Gone? When did they leave?"
"Just a minute ago."
Gu Dapeng added in a deep, muffled voice.
Zhang Cheng: "......."
Give me a minute~ Can I?
Why was it just a matter of one minute?
Do not!
Is it really true that he and the goddess Bai Zhi are not destined to be together?
He took a deep breath and asked, unwilling to give up:
"Then... will she come back?"
Su Ze initially wanted to casually reply, "I'm not coming back," but then he thought about it again, and realized that Zhang Cheng was, after all, Old Zhang's son.
Immediately, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and change his words:
"Come back... come back."
Upon hearing the words "Come back," a fierce fire of obsession instantly ignited in Zhang Cheng's eyes.
He stomped his foot and pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket.
Then, he polished his leather shoes again, his tone as resolute as if he were going to build a skyscraper here:
"Alright! In that case, I'll wait here!"
"Dad, Mom, you two go ahead and shop. I'm going to stay here and cherish this 'destiny'!"
"fate?"
When Lao Zhang heard those two words, he almost slapped Zhang Cheng on the back of the head.
He turned his head and looked at his son's "waiting-for-him-wife-like" posture, and his lips twitched violently twice.
Finally, it turned into a cunning and sly smile.
fate?
A connection made with yarn!
With him around these few days, any chance encounter will surely turn to ashes!
Moreover.
Old Zhang knew it all too well.
Jiang Baizhi is Jiang Bai, and he is a boy.
If someone says they're going to the toilet, then they obviously can't actually go.
Maybe they're just looking for an excuse to slip away!
"Chengcheng, are you really going to wait here?"
Old Zhang asked the question knowingly, his tone carrying a hint of pity for "luring the enemy deep into our territory."
"Wait! Wait until the end of time!"
Zhang Cheng's eyes were filled with fervor.
"Good, that's ambitious."
Old Zhang patted his son on the shoulder, then casually pulled his wife aside and asked meaningfully:
"We've been up all morning, haven't we even had a proper breakfast yet?"
"The braised pork in the cafeteria is fresh out of the pot, and you can smell it from far away."
"Chengcheng, do you want to go to the cafeteria with Dad to grab a bite? It wouldn't be good if Baizhi came back and saw you were starving."
Zhang Cheng, with his neck stiff and a saintly expression, waved his hand dismissively:
"I'm not hungry! I've had enough spiritual nourishment!"
"I'm going to wait for Bai Zhi to come back and invite her to eat at the most luxurious private restaurants off campus! The simple food in the cafeteria... doesn't suit a goddess's image."
Old Zhang chuckled.
Simple meals?
That kid Xiaobai is probably licking the seal off his lunchbox clean by now!
"Fine, then you can just stay here and starve."
"Honey, let's go to the cafeteria!"
Old Zhang, holding his wife's hand, walked briskly into the distance.
Wait and wait, even if you starve to death and turn to ashes, your junior sister Bai Zhi will never come!