The lazy cat master's secrets were revealed, and the male protagonist was thinking about him

The next morning, Zhou Zhou changed his clothes and stood in front of the floor-length mirror to adjust his outfit.

"Tsk, this hair is really an eyesore."

He rummaged through the drawers in the room and finally found a khaki rubber rope under the desk.

She stood up and walked to the floor-length mirror, then raised her hand to pull up all her bangs on her forehead into a crooked half ponytail.

The fair and full forehead was fully exposed, and the gloomy temperament disappeared instantly.

He shook his head from side to side and muttered, "At least it's better looking than the non-mainstream ones."

"This body looks pretty good, why do you want to be a lesbian?"

He raised an eyebrow at himself in the mirror and decided to find a soft and cute beauty to have an irresponsible relationship with while helping the heroine.

The scumbag Zhou Zhou put on his dark-colored schoolbag, pulled up his suitcase and walked out of the room.

He walked to the stairs, picked up the suitcase in one hand, and walked down the stairs lazily.

Inside the restaurant, Zhou Hongwei was wearing reading glasses and reading a financial magazine. When he heard loud footsteps, he tilted his head and looked up.

Seeing that his youngest son was wearing fancy clothes, he put the magazine down with a loud "snap" and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you still at home?"

Zhou Zhou paused, looked directly at his cheap father who looked serious and rigid, and smiled: "Dad, I want to see you one last time!"

"Bah! What nonsense are you talking about! Are you going to school or a non-mainstream party dressed like this?"

After saying that, he stood up, walked a few steps to his youngest son, and looked around him.

"Look at what you are wearing. The sleeves are torn. If someone doesn't know, they would think that our Zhou family is mistreating you!"

Zhou Zhou curled his lips and said indifferently, "It's hot, so I cut a hole to keep cool."

Zhou Hongwei asked with a gloomy face: "Aunt Fang said that you were possessed by a ghost and you were completely different. I didn't believe it at first. What do you want to do now?!"

Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows and said lazily with a nonchalant attitude: "Dad, the gloomy style is not popular now, so I have to change the style. Look at what you said, it's still possessed by ghosts, how about asking a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirits for me?"

Zhou Hongwei frowned and said sarcastically, "Oh, I knew you were just pretending! Are you trying to be mad at me? Don't even think about the shares in the company, they are reserved for Nian Nian. If you want to blame someone, blame your mother for passing away early!"

Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes, put one hand on his cheap dad's shoulder, and said nonchalantly: "Oh, I see, your shares are not as valuable as my brother's company. Don't worry, I am not interested in that little bit of shares. As long as you give me living expenses on time, I will be satisfied."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out the door with his suitcase and waved his hand, "Forget it, I'm going to be late for school. See you next week, don't miss me too much."

Zhou Hongwei stopped where he was and turned so angry that his face changed. He never expected that his youngest son would become so sharp-tongued after changing his style.

He missed that gloomy son a little. At least he would remain silent and let him point fingers at him.

Aunt Fang hesitated in the kitchen for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to slowly walk up to Zhou Hongwei and suggested: "Master Zhou, it's really weird that Master Zhou has become like this. How about asking a Taoist priest to go to his room and perform a ritual?"

Zhou Hongwei rolled his eyes at her and said coldly, "If you were really possessed by a ghost, would you still be standing here? You would have been eaten by him long ago!"

He had always been disdainful of the notion of ghosts and gods since he was a child. He would rather believe that his youngest son was pretending to be crazy than believe that he was possessed by a ghost.

On the other side, Zhou Zhou sat in the newly bought car of the Zhou family and greeted the driver, "Uncle Chen, right? Don't go to Fengmin Street later, take another route."

Uncle Chen didn't understand and said reluctantly, "Master Zhou, we can save time by taking Fengmin Street."

Zhou Zhou's face immediately turned cold, thinking that Uncle Chen was not a good person either, and had bullied his original self many times.

"What? Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated? Didn't you see the news yesterday?" Zhou Zhou crossed his arms, stared coldly at the back of Uncle Chen's head, and said something rudely.

Uncle Chen's face darkened and he said no more.

I never thought that the gloomy and cowardly Master Zhou would actually learn to bite people.

He raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror. Master Zhou was leaning back in his seat, squinting his eyes and looking at the scenery outside with interest.

Something's wrong, something's really wrong!

Young Master Zhou actually tied his hair up and crossed his legs, which was something never seen before.

Zhou Zhou seemed to be aware of something, his eyes fell on the driver, and he said calmly: "Drive carefully, why are you peeking at me?"

The voice is so calm that one cannot tell the emotion.

Uncle Chen immediately looked away and looked straight ahead, not daring to look at him again.

The car was driving slowly on the crowded and dilapidated road. The body of the car was shaking back and forth, and Zhou Zhou was also swaying up and down and left and right.

Zhou Zhou almost vomited, holding his stomach and asked, "Besides Fengmin Street, is this the only way to get to school?"

Uncle Chen remained calm, sitting still, trying hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to rise as he replied, "Yes, the other roads are being paved with asphalt and are impassable."

He was of a very petty nature and could not stand being scolded by this unpopular young master.

Therefore, he deliberately walked on this bumpy road, vowing to make people vomit.

Zhou Zhou looked pale. He had eaten too much last night, so he didn't feel hungry even if he skipped breakfast.

Not being hungry proves that the food in his stomach has not been completely digested. At this moment, his stomach is churning. He covered his mouth tightly and glared at the driver.

Damn it, he had sharp eyes and clearly saw the driver grinning.

How audacious of you to torture him on purpose!

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger surging in his heart.

When they arrived at the gate of North City University, he jumped out of the car and vomited violently while leaning against a trash can under the shade of a tree.

He patted his chest, looked back at the driver in the car, and said coldly: "Huh...you are looking for death!"

Uncle Chen felt only a cold gaze on him, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. He turned his head and met Zhou Zhou's gaze.

There was an icy light in the other person's eyes, and he stabbed him straight with an ice knife.

Uncle Chen was filled with fear, and he quickly got out of the car, walked around to the back, took out the suitcase, and walked to Zhou Zhou with a polite look on his face, asking with concern, "Master Zhou, is vomiting better now?"

"Uncle Chen, the Zhou family paid you a lot, right?"

"Ok?"

Zhou Zhou leaned over, leaned close to his ear and asked coldly: "What good will it do you to offend me?"

Uncle Chen froze instantly, refusing to admit it, "Master Zhou, what are you talking about?"

He stood up, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Is there a dashcam in the car?"

Uncle Chen was a smart man, so he naturally understood.

"You were smiling so happily in the BMW. I hope you won't cry under the overpass in the future." He curled his eyes and said with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Without waiting for Uncle Chen's reply, he picked up his suitcase and slowly walked into the school.

The security guard at the door stared at Zhou Zhou, hesitated for a moment, stopped him and asked: "Which class are you from? Why are you here just now!"

Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and thought carefully, but his mind went blank.

The original person was stuck halfway before reporting, and had no idea which class he was assigned to.