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Zhang Yifan leaned back on the sofa and scrolled down two more pages of the news link. The comments section was full of praise for Ronggui snacks, and the most liked comments had already ranked "must-eat after the college entrance examination" as one of the top three items on his "must-do list in life".

He took a screenshot and sent it to Shen Zhiyi with the caption: "This is the shop, hehe, I didn't expect it to be so famous now. I'll take you to try it sometime."

Shen Zhiyi replied instantly with a single word: "Okay."

Zhang Yifan stared at the word "good" for a few seconds, put his phone on the coffee table, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating.

I took a few bites and picked it up again to look at it. The chat box still showed "OK," with no new messages.

He put down his phone, picked up a piece of pork rib, chewed it, swallowed it, and then picked it up again to take a look.

still none.

He found himself running out of things to talk about.

We chatted about the news quite naturally, and now that we've finished talking about the news, taken pictures of the food, and introduced the restaurant, what should we talk about next?

When asked how she did on her math test that afternoon, she sounded just like a homeroom teacher.

Asking her if she's reviewed English tomorrow? Even more boring.

He stared at the screen for a while, typed a few words and then deleted them, finally putting his phone on the coffee table and deciding to focus on eating.

The phone rang again.

He picked it up and saw that it was still Shen Zhiyi.

"I have an English exam tomorrow afternoon. Want to meet up and discuss what will be on the exam?"

Zhang Yifan's eyes lit up.

Your English is great! You should learn English!

A thought flashed through his mind: the villa at home was just sitting empty anyway, quiet and undisturbed, perfect for studying.

Most importantly, it's close to Shen Zhiyi's home.

So he typed back: "Okay, I'll come find you. My apartment's just sitting there empty anyway, let's chat over there."

Shen Zhiyi received the message while taking a sip of her white fungus soup.

She glanced down at the screen and nearly choked on the bowl of white fungus soup.

She put down her spoon, stared at the line of text on the screen, and read it again.

Go to his house to talk? Is this what this blockhead said?

I went to his house last time out of curiosity, and the property manager accompanied me the whole time. Is this appropriate now?

During the college entrance examination period, the two of them stayed alone in an empty villa, sitting on a sofa with the grand piano next to them.

An image involuntarily flashed through her mind: the setting sun streaming in through the French windows, Zhang Yifan sitting beside her, their elbows touching, him writing in his notebook, and her turning her head to look at his profile...

She abruptly banished the image from her mind, then slammed her finger across the screen, shouting urgently, "I'm talking about communicating in English!"

Zhang Yifan was stunned for a moment when he received the message.

He replied, "I meant to go and practice English!"

After sending the message, he read his sentence over again.

Come to my house and chat...

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His original intention was that the villa was empty and quiet, making it suitable for studying, but the way he expressed it seemed a bit off.

He scratched the back of his head and quickly added, "Or how about we find a coffee shop?"

When Shen Zhiyi saw the words "coffee shop," her initial panic subsided slightly.

She realized she had indeed been overthinking things.

That makes sense. Given this piece of wood's character, it's impossible for him to be so frivolous.

He probably just thought the villa was quiet and suitable for studying, without giving it much thought.

But upon seeing the word "coffee shop," she instinctively felt some resistance.

She bit her lip and typed back, "I'll go to your place instead."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth upwards.

He typed: "What? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Shen Zhiyi retorted defiantly, "You don't have the guts, and besides, I'm a black belt in Taekwondo. You can try me."

She also posted a meme of a kitten making a fist.

Zhang Yifan sent a trembling emoji and said, "Then I wouldn't dare to make you angry."

Shen Zhiyi replied instantly: "No way."

Zhang Yifan looked at these three words, and then at the sentence above them, "I wouldn't dare to make you angry."

The logical relationship between these two sentences made his mind race.

No way? What do you mean you won't get angry at me, or that you won't let me make you angry?

He asked, "What do you mean?"

Shen Zhiyi replied to her messages almost instantly.

I can't get angry with you.

Looking at these eight words on the screen, Zhang Yifan suddenly felt his heart beating a little fast.

He flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his knee, then flipped it back over to look at it again. The eight characters were still quietly lit up on the screen.

He felt his face was a little hot, so he touched his cheek with the back of his hand to confirm that it was indeed hot.

He took a deep breath and typed back: "Wait for me a moment, I'll be there soon."

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, didn't even bother to tidy up the lunchbox on the coffee table, grabbed his keys, and dashed out the door.

He rushed down the stairs in two strides, dashed out of the community gate, hailed a taxi, jumped in, and said in one smooth motion, "Driver, to Yujingyuan."

"Hey! It's you again, young man!"

Zhang Yifan took a look.

The driver in the driver's seat was grinning at him from the rearview mirror. Wasn't this the same driver who had taken him to Yujingyuan the first time?

"We're really destined to be together."

The driver shifted gears and started the car, talking non-stop as he did so.

"When you rode in my car last time, I felt that you were an extraordinary young man, and I was right. You really are a resident of Yujingyuan."

But I say, young man, you clearly have a villa in Yujingyuan, so why are you still living in this old and dilapidated neighborhood?

Why don't you enjoy life while you're young, instead of waiting until you're old?

"Let me tell you, if I were you, I'd move in right now, take a walk in the garden every morning, and watch movies in the media room on the basement floor every night. That's what life is all about."

Zhang Yifan leaned back in his seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window. He mumbled, "Almost there, almost there, we'll move as soon as we're all packed up," but his mind was already wandering elsewhere.

The driver was still rambling on about his life experiences, talking about everything from the property management fees at Yujingyuan to rumors about property taxes, from the community security guards to the intense competition in education. His mouth never stopped, as seen in the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yifan responded half-heartedly, but didn't actually hear a single word.

He was thinking about something else.

He is rich.

There are several million yuan in my bank account, as well as shares in Dami Technology and Chixing Technology stock that are about to skyrocket.

Having money and not spending it, isn't that just plain stupid?

The first thing I did after finishing the college entrance exam was to learn to drive and buy a car.

Buy a low-key but high-performance car, and then take Shen Zhiyi for a drive.

He silently saved this image in his mind and decided that the first thing he would do after finishing the college entrance examination was to enroll in a driving school.

"Young man, don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, Master, you're right."

Zhang Yifan had no recollection of what the driver had just said, but he had already learned a universal response pattern.

Nod every three sentences and say "Yes, yes, yes" and the other person won't notice you're daydreaming.

He leaned against the car window, watching the street scene gradually transition from the old buildings in the old town to the upscale community near Yujingyuan. The trees along the road became more and more orderly, the storefronts became more and more exquisite, and even the streetlights changed from ordinary iron poles to retro European style.

Almost there, we'll be there soon.

Shen Zhiyi was still waiting for him at Yujing Garden; he couldn't wait to see her...