Forced into a romantic relationship

There's nothing we can do about Chapter 9.
Unlike the old Huadu residential area, the elevators in Yunhuan residential area not only do not break down every now and then, but are also equipped with generators, so they can still be used normally even during power outages. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to walk down from the 30-plus floors.

The rain had intensified, and most residents in the community had received notices of a power outage. They clearly didn't want to stay indoors in the heat, so they were leaving the community with their umbrellas. The umbrellas of different colors gathered and flowed in the rain, like a colorful river.

Mo Yixia was still wearing a mask, so it was hard to see her expression, but you could still see her excitement from her slightly shimmering eyes. It seemed that as long as she could get rid of all the constraints and go out, even in the pouring rain, it was something to be happy about.

The two walked side by side in the rain, each holding an umbrella. Han Zhou asked curiously, "It's one thing to stay at home, but do you even have to wear a mask when you go out?"

"Well, I'm used to it."

Mo Yixia's voice was not loud and sounded somewhat muffled in the rain.

"Is it like this at school too?"

"Ah."

Han Zhou didn't mean to criticize other people's habits, but he was still a little curious: "I know why you wear a mask, but why do you always wear a hat?"

He looked at the black baseball cap on the other person's head.

Mo Yixia glanced at him, raised her hand and pulled her hat brim down even lower, and said calmly, "Putting it down can cover my eyes, so no one will know what I'm thinking."

"Then you might as well buy a pair of sunglasses..."

Han Zhou was speechless, thinking to himself that this guy was probably having too much fun being a "spy," but he didn't know if that was the real reason.

The two hailed a taxi, intending to go to the commercial building, but on the way they suddenly saw a food street that seemed to be hosting a food festival, which looked quite lively.

Although Mo Yixia didn't say anything, her eyes never left her once she saw it. Seeing this, Han Zhou simply had the driver stop the car there.

It doesn't matter where we go anyway. Since this guy is interested, we might as well stay here.

"I'll stay here and do my test. You can wander around the neighborhood, but be back by 4 PM at the latest. Don't go too far. Oh, and save my phone number here..."

Han Zhou found a milk tea shop and sat down. The cool air from the air conditioner made him feel refreshed. However, he was a little guilty for taking his employer's daughter out to play behind his employer's back. So he kept reminding Mo Yixia, afraid that something might go wrong.

Mo Yixia listened attentively, nodded, and was about to leave, seemingly impatient.

"Wait a moment."

Han Zhou's voice sounded behind her. She turned around and saw him hand her a cup of fruit tea, casually saying, "This cup is for you."

The cup was cold. She paused for a moment, then carefully held it in both hands, said thank you, and quickly left.

I really don't want to stay a moment longer...

Han Zhou shook his head inwardly, but he could understand to some extent. If he had been holding it in for so long, he would probably feel the same way. He just hoped that the other party would come back on time and that nothing would go wrong.

"But the task of making this girl not dislike me is still not completed, which means she actually dislikes me now? I can't really tell..."

Han Zhou didn't think that his favorability rating could increase much in less than a day. He just found it a bit strange and didn't know what the standard was for not disliking a girl like that.

The test was a bit difficult. Before coming, Han Zhou had specifically looked into Mo Yixia's academic level. Apart from math and physics, she was actually quite good at the other subjects. She was a student who was quite unbalanced in her subjects.

With this in mind, Han Zhou had a general idea of ​​what to do, and he picked up his pen to start answering the questions.

Of course, the Chinese exam paper still has to be left for that guy to do himself. It's easier for someone else to make mistakes in subjects like this that have a lot of subjective questions, especially the composition.

Han Zhou became more and more engrossed in answering the questions. Just as he was feeling as if he had returned to the eve of the college entrance examination, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was Lin Anyu.

It must have happened last night... He instantly understood the other party's intention, pressed the answer button, and silently moved the phone away a little.

Why aren't you replying to my messages?

Lin Anyu's words were indeed loud complaints, his tone filled with deep resentment. Han Zhou lightly touched the paper with his pen, a habit he had when answering questions, and said helplessly, "You're just spouting useless nonsense, what am I supposed to say back?"

"Forget about that for now. Just tell me if you're free tomorrow. I really need you, it's extremely urgent!"

"Tell me what you need to do first."

When asked what he would do, Lin Anyu became vague and said perfunctorily, "In short, I won't make things too difficult for you."

Han Zhou sneered: "Not too difficult, which means it will still be somewhat difficult..."

He was just about to play along with this guy when he looked up and saw a familiar figure outside the bubble tea shop. So he quickened his pace and said, "I won't be free until after 6 p.m. tomorrow at the earliest. Call me again if it's really urgent then. That's all."

Ignoring Lin Anyu's shouts, he hung up the phone, got up and asked the shop assistant to watch the test papers on the table. The shop assistant blushed and agreed.

Meanwhile, at a barbecue stall across from the milk tea shop, Gu Zheng was having a fierce internal struggle when suddenly a slight smile appeared on her lips. Without turning her head, she firmly grabbed the hand that was patting her shoulder from behind and instinctively tried to twist it back.

To her surprise, the hand was incredibly strong. She turned around in astonishment and saw Han Zhou's face contorted in pain.

"Han Zhou? What are you doing here?"

Han Zhou was struggling to hold on, and managed to say with difficulty, "Let go of my hand first..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Gu Zheng exclaimed in surprise and quickly let go, explaining, "I've been practicing self-defense lately, and it's become a conditioned reflex."

However, despite saying that, her eyes were practically crescent-shaped with laughter, showing no sign of embarrassment whatsoever.

Her cheeks were bulging out like a squirrel's, as if they were stuffed full of something. Suddenly, she looked at Han Zhou with some suspicion, "But when did you become so strong?"

You're the one with the real strength, aren't you? If I weren't in such a weakened state right now, my hand might already be broken...

Han Zhou was too lazy to expose this guy. The barbecue grill in front of him was brand new, its surface shiny enough to be used as a mirror.

He was certain that Gu Zheng had seen him approaching, and her ruthless attack was most likely revenge for making her watch a horror movie yesterday. She really held a grudge.

The barbecue stall owner was a kind middle-aged man who was discreetly fanning the aroma of the skewers onto the two people's faces with a fan. When he saw that it was about time, he asked with a smile, "Would you two like something to eat?"

The aroma, like a seductive chain, quickly drew Gu Zheng's attention. She secretly swallowed, wanting to eat but hesitating: "I've already eaten enough today..."

Han Zhou nodded and said, "Good to know. You haven't finished chewing what's in your mouth yet."

Guzheng punched him, and in no time, she swallowed what was in her mouth.

After a moment's thought, she took a deep breath, and then, as if making a difficult decision, said with a righteous air, "Alright! Since you want to eat so much, then there's no other way. I'll treat you this time. Boss, this, this, and this... give me two of each of these!"

Han Zhou was dumbfounded, looking like he'd seen a ghost: "Can you stop lying through your teeth? When did I say I wanted to eat?"

Gu Zheng pretended not to hear and focused intently on watching the owner brush oil onto the skewers, her eyes shining. When the seasoning was being added, she even reminded the owner to add more spice.

The boss glanced at the two of them, smiled without saying a word, and thought to himself, "It's so good to be young."

Han Zhou sighed inwardly. He had originally wanted to ask Gu Zheng why she was here, but then he remembered that this was a food street and didn't bother to ask anymore—this guy was the real glutton that Mo Yixia had been dreaming of, it would be really strange if he didn't come to this place a few times.

But it's good, he was planning to go find this guy to farm points after 4 o'clock, now he can save that trouble.

So the two found a place to sit down and chatted idly while waiting for the barbecue to be served.

(End of this chapter)