The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 152: I forgot my keys, so I have to ask for shelter.

Xu Qing has yet to reply.

Zhang Muchen was almost 100% certain that the person who had just typed the message was not Xu Qing herself.

It was that little liar, Xu Ranxi.

He propped his head up with his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Tsk, her expression right now must be priceless."

Zhang Muchen unconsciously imagined Xu Ranxi rolling around on the bed.

The short girl, only 1.6 meters tall, was curled up in bed, her face flushed red. She gritted her teeth as she burrowed deeper into the pillow, not forgetting to roll around a few times to vent her shame.

On the other side, Chu Jiuli was doing her homework when she suddenly heard a low laugh coming from beside her.

She looked up at Zhang Muchen, who was resting his chin on one hand with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Why did this person suddenly start laughing?

Is he acting crazy again?
Chu Jiuli silently shook her head and slowly withdrew her gaze. However, Zhang Muchen seemed to have caught her brief glance just now, turned his head, and his eyes precisely met her profile.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Chu Jiuli was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head as if nothing had happened, avoiding his gaze.

"Hey deskmate, which question don't you understand?" Zhang Muchen tilted his head and leaned closer to ask.

"No."

Chu Jiuli responded calmly, but the pen in her hand paused for a moment.

A faint fragrance wafted towards her nose.

It was Zhang Muchen's men's cologne, with a hint of citrus freshness, lightly brushing against his cheek.

She was all too familiar with that taste.

Every time I sat next to Zhang Muchen to do my homework, that fragrance would waft into my nose.

Chu Jiuli lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"The smell of this fragrance makes doing the problems seem much easier."

She silently murmured something to herself.

Zhang Muchen looked at the silent girl and scratched his head. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Classmate, if the school held club activities, which club would you want to join?"

“Mathematics Club,” Chu Jiuli replied without pausing.

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Where did this math club come from?
Even if there are, probably not many people would go in, right?
Zhang Muchen sat up straight with a sigh, giving up the idea of getting any closer.

He had originally planned to take the opportunity to suggest that Chu Jiuli consider joining the guitar club he was organizing.

But now it seems that extracurricular activities like club activities hold no appeal for her.

Zhang Muchen propped his head up, when his phone in the desk drawer suddenly vibrated slightly.

He lowered his eyes; a message from Xu Ranxi appeared on the screen.

Did you chat with my mom just now?

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow.

This girl is trying to cover up her true intentions.

"Yes, I chatted with your mom for a while. How did you know?"

Xu Ranxi: [Mind your own business]

Zhang Muchen: [?]

Xu Ranxi: [I'm planning to go back to China]

Zhang Muchen: [When?]

Xu Ranxi: [I won't tell you]

Zhang Muchen: [?]

Across the ocean, Boston.

Xu Ranxi was curled up in bed with her phone in her arms, a slight smile on her lips, in an exceptionally good mood.

After uttering a few harsh words to Zhang Muchen, she felt much better.

This pretty girl is going to sleep.

After sending the message, she slammed her phone shut, buried her head in the soft blankets, and muttered softly, "Bastard, goodnight."

The girl pulled the blanket up high and closed her eyes with a satisfied expression.

On the other side of the ocean, night was falling.

As the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study, Zhang Muchen rubbed the back of his neck and yawned.

He glanced around room 703, a multimedia classroom that was usually used for meetings, but which he and a few girls had now taken over and turned into a study base.

The table was covered with all sorts of notebooks and exercise books, along with milk tea and potato chips.

They can eat and study at the same time.

What a wonderful thing! Zhang Muchen glanced down at the math test paper that had just been corrected on the table. A circle had been drawn on it in red pen, and inside it was written: 56 points.

Although this score may not be very impressive, it is a significant improvement compared to the past when I was stuck in the low range of 20-something points. The results of my intensive training in the last few days are a qualitative leap.

"Let's go home and get some sleep," Zhang Muchen said, putting away the test paper.

As soon as he stood up, Wang Shishi, who was next to him, quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Dude, your knee isn't healed yet. Can you ride your electric scooter home?" she muttered as she helped him up. "Why don't you take my car? The driver is waiting at the door."

Zhang Muchen waved her hand: "No need, no need, it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Wang Shishi didn't insist anymore, but quietly slowed down and walked out with him.

A night breeze blew by, and a few streetlights cast a dim yellow light, casting long shadows of several people.

"Bye-Bye."

Zhang Muchen got on his electric scooter and waved to the girls.

"Slow down, buddy," Wang Shishi shouted at him from where she stood.

"Be careful." Chu Youting waved her hand and silently whispered to herself.

Zhang Muchen smiled, looked at the three girls waving to him, and rode into the dark street into the cold night wind.

A dozen minutes later, at the entrance of the residential area.

Zhang Muchen parked his electric scooter, pulled out the key and stuffed it into his pocket, then habitually touched his other pocket.

My fingertips felt empty.

He paused for a moment, then looked down and touched his pockets again, before reaching into his coat and searching carefully twice.

"broken……"

I forgot my keys.

He slapped his forehead, recalling the scene when he left home that morning.

I was rushing to school then, so I must have left the keys in the entryway cabinet.

Zhang Muchen stood in the cold wind, touched his cheek, and sighed helplessly.

My parents are working the night shift right now, and the factory is far away; it takes at least an hour to get there and back.

He leaned against a lamppost at the entrance of the residential complex, his mind quickly replaying the last time he had forgotten his keys.

That time I went to a bar with Sister Yang, and then went back to her house.
"Huh?" Zhang Muchen's eyes lit up.

"Sister Yang!"

"I can go to her house."

"Just say you forgot your keys and got locked out, and you're all alone with nowhere to go, so you have no choice but to knock on Sister Yang's door."

Tsk tsk.

It seems we've found a place to go.

Zhang Muchen squinted, quickly got on the bike, and twisted off the handlebars.

We stormed straight to Yang Jie's doorstep! Giving her no chance to refuse.

Tianyuan Residential Area, 1702.

Liu Wuyang nestled on the sofa in the living room, her white shirt collar open, revealing the edge of her black lace bra.

She raised her hand, took a sip of her canned beer, and watched the variety show on TV with a slightly tipsy look in her eyes.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the door.

It's almost 11 p.m., who would ring the doorbell at this hour?

She muttered to herself, "I didn't order any takeout."