[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 86

Li Rong stared at the delicate and beautiful urn for a minute. Instead of opening Showa's drawer, he turned back to the sofa, leaned lazily, and closed his eyes.

He knew that if he opened the drawer, he would not find anything, because Zhang Zhaohe had already prepared it.

It's fake to pour water, it's fake to forget to close the drawer, and it's real to let him see this pattern.

Zhang Zhaohe didn't use too complicated means, he deliberately let Li Rong see, and even the footsteps walking away were much louder.

Li Rong could guess that he did it on purpose, after all, too much coincidence is not a coincidence.

And Zhang Zhaohe also knew that Li Rong could guess that if Li Rong was really an unresponsive waste, he would not come to Li Rong.

After Li Rong closed his eyes for a while, Zhang Zhaohe came back with a glass of water.

In the black thermos cup, there is a strong heat, the heat rises, diffuses, and blends into the not-so-cool air.

Zhang Zhaohe was sitting in Chaoyang's office, wearing a long-sleeved tunic, and he didn't even turn on the air conditioner.

"It's been a long wait." Zhang Zhaohe was still polite, no teacher would speak to a student like that.

Li Rong opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The age gap between him and Zhang Zhaohe is really too big. This huge age gap often brings generation gaps and misunderstandings that cannot be bridged.

But Zhang Zhaohe was able to take him so seriously.

"What are you trying to say to me?" Li Rong asked quietly.

While Zhang Zhaohe sat down, he glanced at the drawer that was not closed tightly, and there was no sign of the drawer being pulled, so Zhang Zhaohe looked away.

"My father and I are old acquaintances, so I can't just treat you as an ordinary student. You should have heard of my reputation, and the class is not very good. I really can't bear to delay you. If you have an idea, I can... ..."

Zhang Zhaohe spoke very slowly, but his words were clear and steady, so that no one could hear them clearly.

But at the same time, his voice didn't fluctuate too much. With such a tone, students could probably fall asleep.

"Can you let me go to class one?" Li Rong interrupted him.

Zhang Zhaohe did not deny it, and said calmly: "If you want, when you are just starting the class, many people haven't noticed your name, otherwise it will be difficult to operate."

Li Rong's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on the cleaned floor. He said lightly: "Is it appropriate for you to tell me this kind of thing about going through the back door?"

Zhang Zhaohe asked back: "Is there no more if I don't say it?"

Li Rong paused, and said meaningfully: "I didn't expect you He is such a straightforward person."

Zhang Zhaohe said bitterly: "Don't make fun of your future, if you are determined to enter your parents' industry, then do it well. Our industry has a high threshold, and you have to learn it to the end once you learn it. If you like it, why don't you change to a major that makes more money."

Li Rong spread out his palm and looked at the fine lines on his palm: "I am really interested in biochemistry, but someone told me that this major must be chosen. "