Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

The next morning, Song Xun arrived at the store half an hour early, and he glanced outside every half a minute on average.

Whenever he heard footsteps, he was the first to look up, full of anticipation, and was very disappointed when he found out that they were just customers coming to eat.

Song Xun didn't have a cell phone, so he could only keep checking the time. Five minutes before ten o'clock, the person he was waiting for finally appeared.

Zhang Weisheng lifted the curtain with one hand, lowered his head slightly and walked in through the narrow door curtain.

Feeling strongly that he was being watched, he looked towards the inside of the cash register and met a pair of sparkling eyes.

Zhang Weisheng glanced at the red apron hanging on Song Xun's body and the rag in his hand, and felt a sense of uneasiness as if a ghost was haunting him.

Song Xun realized that he was too obvious and impatient, and was afraid of scaring away the target of his mission, so he quickly restrained himself and stopped looking at Zhang Weisheng.

The proprietress turned off the fire and came out of the kitchen, her face full of wrinkles as she smiled: "Teacher Zhang is here, have you had breakfast?"

Compared with Song Xun, his attitude towards Zhang Weisheng is completely different, and his voice is almost lowered to the bottom.

University A is one of the top universities both in the city and in the country. It is a place where many people are scrambling to get in. Only two people in the entire Mashui Lane were admitted.

Of course, it is not just this level. Zhang Weisheng has been giving tutoring to people everywhere since high school. He has his own way of teaching, which has been effective and has produced progress. These people like to find him and are willing to pay for it.

They are always polite to scholars.

Zhang Weisheng nodded and said hello: "No need to bother, is Zhou Wan upstairs? I'll go upstairs to find him now."

The boss lady said: "That boy is upstairs. If he doesn't obey you, you must tell me and I will beat him up."

Zhang Weisheng went upstairs, and the proprietress called Song Xun: "Hurry up and peel some apples and send them up."

Song Xun showed 100% enthusiasm: "I'll go right away."

upstairs.

Zhou Wan sat obediently at his desk, on which were spread out textbooks and exercises. Zhang Weisheng pointed out some of his weaknesses and explained patiently.

The stairs leading to the second floor of the store are made of wood and easily make noises when walking.

Zhang Weisheng turned his head and heard a burst of brisk footsteps. Song Xun came upstairs with a fruit plate and placed it on the desk.

The apples were peeled very cleanly and roundly, the core in the middle was removed, and the flesh was neatly arranged in a circle.

If you ignore the old desk under the plate, this looks more like the after-meal fruit you'd find in a high-end restaurant.

Zhou Wan exclaimed, picked up a piece and started eating it with great enthusiasm.

Seeing that Zhang Weisheng didn't move, Song Xun took the initiative to push the plate away and said, "Have some fruit."

Zhang Weisheng glanced at Zhou Wan, who had already eaten two apple slices without any reaction, and still did not reach out for him. He said in a strange tone: "Thank you."

At this moment, Song Xun understood what Zhang Weisheng meant, and his consciousness was rarely synchronized with Zhang Weisheng's.

But I still couldn't believe it, so I asked 996: "Is he afraid that I would poison him?"

996 replied: "It seems so."

Song Xun felt depressed: "Has my image become so bad?"

996 didn't say anything, but if he put himself in Zhang Weisheng's shoes, as someone who had once stolen his money and secretly stalked him every night, 996 wouldn't dare to eat the food handed to him by Song Xun.

Of course, 996 would not be so stupid as to dampen Song Xun's enthusiasm for completing the task: "After all, he is the male lead, and they are always very suspicious."

Song Xun was easily comforted: "That's right."

Zhou Wan ate half a plate of apples, then turned around and found that Song Xun hadn't left yet. He knew his mother well enough: "If you don't go down, my mother will deduct your money again."

Sure enough, the next second, the proprietress's voice came from downstairs.

Song Xun immediately became alert. He briefly glanced at Zhang Weisheng's coat hanging on the chair and hurried downstairs.

Zhou Wan continued to work on the questions when he suddenly heard Zhang Weisheng ask, "Is he working at your house?"

"You mean Xiao Qi? He's been here for more than half a month."

Xiao Qi...an overly simple name, but this was the first time Zhang Weisheng heard the thief's name from someone else.

He showed a rare desire to explore: "Has anything happened in your family recently?"

Zhang Weisheng's question was not very clear, Zhou Wan was a little confused, but he racked his brains to think about it, and said embarrassedly: "If I hide the test paper and my mother finds out, does it count?"

Zhang Weisheng: "It's okay, just continue with your questions."

With Zhou Wanma's personality, if something was lost at home, she would make it known to everyone in Mashui Lane.

From this, Zhang Weisheng was certain of one thing: the man named Xiaoqi was only targeting him.

This is really... Zhang Weisheng himself couldn't help but laugh for no reason.

Song Xun had been busy downstairs for nearly two hours. Knowing that Zhang Weisheng was about to finish tutoring and leave, he was anxious but had no time. He kept an eye on the movements upstairs at all times, and when he heard someone coming downstairs, he pretended not to care.

There is no toilet on the second floor of the store. The only toilet is installed behind the kitchen on the first floor.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked from inside, Song Xun immediately went upstairs under the pretext of delivering water.

Zhou Wan was doing his homework with his head down. Song Xun put the cup of water on the table. Not sure if it was because he was nervous or excited, the water in the cup shook and spilled some on the table.

The chair inside the desk was empty, with a coat draped over it.

Song Xun used the excuse of cleaning up the water that had splashed off the table to cover his body and reached one hand into his coat pocket.

The first time he succeeded, Zhang Weisheng's wallet was in his coat pocket. It was just a brush against each other, and the money in his pocket was taken away.

Song Xun's palms were sweating. There was nothing in his open pocket. He then searched his inner pocket and was disappointed to find that it was also empty.

It seemed that Zhang Weisheng had already come out downstairs, and the landlady was asking about Zhou Wan's academic progress.

Song Xun didn't dare to delay any longer. When he was about to go downstairs, he bumped into Zhang Weisheng who had just come up. At this time, he could have gone downstairs directly without saying anything.

But he was too guilty and lost his composure. When Zhang Weisheng didn't say anything, he took the initiative to speak with a hint of explanation.

"I was worried that you would be thirsty." Song Xun tried to hide his mistake, but it only made it more obvious. "So I brought some water up."

Zhang Weisheng didn't say anything, but his gaze seemed to carry real pressure, and staring at people made them feel even more uneasy.

Song Xun's heart was pounding. He lowered his head and hurriedly walked past him down the stairs.

Zhang Weisheng stood there for a moment until the figure below disappeared from his sight.

He came to his chair and noticed at once that his coat had been moved. The sleeves of his coat had been tucked inside the chair but were now turned outside.

The corners of Zhang Weisheng's mouth drooped and his expression was gloomy.

It is a subtle mockery of the fact that today's thieves are unskilled in their work and make many mistakes.

I really shouldn't have too much expectations.