Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 677 Young Man Admires 22

Lingyao was outside the living room, originally preparing to turn off the TV and take a rest, but the director of the new project suddenly called her to discuss a detail of the plot.

After she finished the conversation, the director said he had sent her a file and asked her to go online and take a look to see if she could shoot along this line.

Lingyao clicked to receive the file, but did not click in to read it. It was her break time and she did not plan to read it now.

When she logged out, the next contact on the screen was Zhang Dingyu, whom she had added as a friend today. The other party was now online.

She blinked and opened her own space.

The red-marked prompt in the visitor record is 99 plus, but among the colorful avatars, the original avatar stands out particularly.

【zdy checked your post "Good luck on the start-up"】

【zdy visited your space. 】

......

Lingyao glanced towards Zhang Dingyu's room. It was pitch black through the crack in the door, with no light coming through.

The time recorded by the visitor showed that the other party was still viewing her homepage a minute ago.

Lingyao frowned, opened zdy's dialog box, and sent two messages.

......

Before Zhang Dingyu could recover from the shock of Lingyao discovering that he was secretly playing with his phone, the next message popped up.

[Playing with your phone while turning off the lights is bad for your eyes. 】

Zhang Dingyu felt ashamed and embarrassed. She bought him a mobile phone just for the convenience of communication and study, but he secretly did things unrelated to study at night.

Although he just looked at her homepage, Zhang Dingyu still felt that he had let her down.

And now she doesn't blame him at all, and even tells him that it is bad for the eyes to play with the phone with the lights off.

Zhang Dingyu felt even more ashamed. If Lingyao stood in front of him now, he wouldn't dare to look at her.

He tightened his lips, raised his hand to turn on the night light on the bedside, then tapped for a long time to organize his words.

He wanted to say sorry to her, and also wanted to tell her that he was not playing with his phone too much, but just couldn't sleep. More importantly, he was curious about her homepage and everything about her.

Subconsciously, Zhang Dingyu didn't want to tell her the last reason. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that he shouldn't let her know.

So he thought for a long time and replied.

【I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. 】

After saying that, he stood up, walked to the table, opened the drawer, put the phone back, then went back to the bed and turned off the desk lamp.

Lock all the floating thoughts back into the box.

The next morning, Zhang Dingyu got up early as usual to memorize words and classical Chinese. When he finished memorizing in his room, it was exactly seven o'clock. He then cleaned up and prepared breakfast.

He made vegetable sandwiches today, which didn't require any cooking skills.

All you have to do is fry the meat, cut the tomatoes, lettuce and toast, and stack them up.

Zhang Dingyu learned this from the school cafeteria, where a sandwich costs 7 yuan.

Zhang Dingyu has only eaten it once and thinks that meat buns are more delicious and cheaper than sandwiches.

But she should like sandwiches. I've seen her eat them before.

In addition, I steamed two buns and warmed up the milk. There were many choices.

The two brothers Zhang Dingyu and Zhang Dingrui don’t like drinking milk. They have never drunk it since childhood, so they are not used to the taste of milk and find it fishy.

But Lingyao stipulated that they must drink a glass of milk every day, and the two brothers had to drink it even if they didn't like it.

The two days of the weekend passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time to go back to school.

As usual, Zhang Dingrui was sent to the affiliated primary and junior high schools.

Rarely, Zhang Dingrui, who had always been very independent, actually showed some frustration and loss on his face, and his face was downcast.

Zhang Dingyu felt similarly. When she first came to school, she was more excited and expectant about being able to study.

But this time when I came to school, I felt a little more reluctant and lost which was hard to describe.

It was not until Lingyao's car drove far away from the school that Zhang Dingyu started walking towards the school with her schoolbag and things in her hands.

Everyone in the dormitory arrived earlier than Zhang Dingyu because they were busy finishing their homework.

The three of them were writing furiously in the dormitory, and they would talk to each other from time to time.

"Xiao Xinzi, have you finished your physics paper? Lend it to me."

"I just wrote the multiple-choice questions. Do you want to copy this too?"

"Forget it, I might as well fill in the multiple-choice questions randomly since I copied yours. When will Zhang Dingyu come back? Isn't he a three-good student? Why hasn't he returned to school so late today?"

Just as Wang Mingyu was wailing, Zhang Dingyu happened to step into the dormitory.

Hearing the noise, Wang Mingyu and the other two jumped up from their seats like frogs, like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, and hopped to Zhang Dingyu's desk, surrounding him.

Wang Mingyu: "Brother, brother, help me, lend me your physics paper."

Chen Xin: "I want chemistry. Have you done chemistry?"

Zhao Xuan: "I want Chinese. I can't do any of these reading questions."

Zhang Dingyu took out the homework one by one from the schoolbag and distributed it to them according to everyone's needs.

The three of them thanked him in unison and then hurriedly went back to writing.

Thanks to Zhang Dingyu's help, the three of them finally finished the remaining homework from the weekend in half an hour.

Chen Xin pushed the paper in his hand onto the table and sighed, "Oh my god, this is the real speed and passion."

Wang Mingyu next to him agreed: "It's just one weekend. If you don't know, you would think we are on winter vacation. I have so much homework. I didn't even have lunch in the afternoon to finish it. Do you want to go to eat?"

Chen Xin and Zhao Xuan hadn't eaten either. The three of them reached a consensus and turned to ask Zhang Dingyu, who had been silent for a long time.

As a result, I found that Zhang Dingyu was actually playing with his mobile phone.

"Okay, didn't you say you didn't have a cell phone? Then what is this in your hand?" Chen Xin put his arm around Zhang Dingyu's neck and interrogated her with a gloomy face.

Zhang Dingyu was replying to Lingyao's message, saying that he had arrived at the dormitory. When he saw Chen Xin coming over, he quickly covered his phone.