After entering the book, I no longer want to be a substitute

Yunxiu slept in the hospital for one night. The next morning, after receiving the IV drip, he went home with a bunch of medicine.

The competition was too close, so Xu Lianhui called and told her that if she was not feeling well, she could withdraw now, and the school had students who were similar to substitutes.

Yunxiu decisively refused, saying that she would never be a coward and she could not feel at ease if she was not allowed to participate.

After listening to her passionate words, Xu Lianhui had no choice but to agree and told her to have a good rest.

It was just a match, but why did she feel that Yunxiu had the urge to go to the battlefield?

The school was closed on Sunday, and Yunxiu didn't come to evening study last night. Zhou Xi couldn't think for two hours. He went back and sent her a message, but it showed as read, but there was no reply.

Thinking of the test papers, Zhou Xi felt a little comforted. He looked at a pile of messages and called Yunxiu directly.

Yunxiu just arrived home. She opened the car door and got out. The cell phone in her pocket rang.

Yunxiu really couldn't guess who was calling at this time. She didn't look at the caller, but pressed the answer button based on her feeling and held the phone to her ear.

Yunxiu said hello and took the schoolbag handed to him by Mrs. Zhang and started carrying it.

Zhou Xi was still a little nervous. He hadn't called for a long time, and Yunxiu didn't change his voice. This was so stimulating that he seemed to have a nervous breakdown.

"Are you better from your cold? Why does your voice sound so much like a duck..."

Zhou Xi paused. Wait a minute, what was he just saying?

He didn't mean to make any personal attacks.

Yunxiu was already annoyed enough by the sound, and then he was even teased that it sounded like a duck...

Yunxiu frowned and gritted his teeth as he asked, "Are you crazy?"

Is it popular to hit patients hard first and then show concern when caring for them now?

Zhou Xi also felt puzzled. He just said it casually, but he didn't expect it to flow so smoothly.

But, it does look like it.

Is she that seriously ill?

Zhou Xi couldn't help but feel a little regretful and distressed. He was mocking others yesterday, and now he was getting close to them and attacking them. This was an even greater crime.

"No, I made a slip of the tongue, don't misunderstand..." Zhou Xi pulled open the curtains in the room. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sun was dazzling. "How are you? Is it serious?"

Yunxiu's eyes fell on the villa next door many times, and he didn't pay attention to what Zhou Xi said.

She held her cell phone in one hand and carried her schoolbag in the other, and followed Mrs. Zhang reluctantly.

Yunxiu didn't say anything, so Zhou Xi naturally thought she was angry. Then he thought that he had indeed gone too far, so he had to apologize and admit his mistake.

This person's attitude softened a lot, and his apology was sincere, but Yunxiu felt bored and annoyed listening to it.

"Forget it, it's okay, I'll hang up first." She said softly, her tone as if she was communicating with a stranger.

Zhou Xi was just turning around when he heard the words and almost lost his balance, with his other hand resting on the thickened glass window.

He said anxiously: "Wait! Don't hang up!"

Mrs. Zhang pushed the door open, stood aside, and let Yunxiu go in first.

Yunxiu's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in that cold and indifferent tone, "I can't die. I'm alive and well. What else do you want?"

It was always like this. It seemed that from that day on, they could no longer communicate calmly.

Zhou Xi just felt that his breathing was suffocated.

It was obviously not like this before. Her attitude towards me was as soft as a cat.

Now, it’s no different from meeting the murderer of my father.

He took a deep breath and said, "I know you still care about me and can't completely let me go. I saw the test paper. The questions were well chosen. I've finished it. Do you want me to help you..."

The more Yunxiu listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She threw her schoolbag on the sofa and said, "Are you sick? Hu Jiangmin asked me to make this for you. If you want to thank someone, go thank him."

There was no question of whether to put him down or not; she never picked him up.

After Yunxiu finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

Zhou Xi stared at the phone whose screen had gone off, and it took him a while to realize what was going on.

There was a knock on the door. He frowned and said impatiently, "Get out!"

The housekeeper was already nervous, and after being so frightened, his face turned pale.

He looked at Zhou Jinrong standing beside him. The lingering gloom on his face was terrifying. His eyes were fixed on the closed door, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.

The middle-aged man's hoarse voice rang out, like a low curse, falling into the housekeeper's ears: "He went to threaten Cheng Nanshu specifically for that Yunxiu, is that true?"

The housekeeper broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, "You already know everything, why are you still asking me..."

Whenever you two have a conflict, you always just fight each other and that's it. Why do you have to drag me in as a middleman to ask questions now? It's unnecessary.

I thought so, but I didn't dare say anything careless.

The housekeeper said, "There must be some misunderstanding. Doesn't the young master like Miss Meng Yao the most? I don't think he would care too much about Miss Yun. At most, he's just playing around."

Zhou Jinrong's face turned green with anger. He thought the housekeeper was a brainless idiot. "What the hell! Did you see him stay up all night for Meng Yao? Did you see him willingly give up first place for Meng Yao? Did you see him drink so much for Meng Yao that even his father admitted his mistake? Did you see him..."

The housekeeper was almost dizzy after hearing this.

Silently chanting, let me go, let me go...

With a bang, Zhou Xi kicked the door open, bringing a gust of wind in his face, messing up the housekeeper's hair and making him tremble on the spot.

Zhou Xi appeared at the door, his face full of annoyance. "You two have so much to say. Why don't you just form a crosstalk group? Why are you just sitting here talking nonsense? Who are you reading to?"

Zhou Jinrong said nothing and quietly stood behind the housekeeper, his momentum subsiding greatly.

The butler wanted to die. It turned out that he was just a shield and not a person to boost morale.

When a father and son quarrel, it can be a violent quarrel at best and a life-and-death fight at worst.

Zhou Jinrong's face flushed red, as if it was about to burst into flames, and his facial muscles twitched. "What are you yelling about?! You really think you can fly to the sky now that you have grown wings, right? Let me tell you, your father is still here, and it's not your turn to yell in this house!"

Zhou Xi was furious, his eyes grim, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Zhou Jinrong, you didn't get beaten enough last time, right? You're being stubborn again?"

The housekeeper was in a mess. He thought this was outrageous when he first heard it, but later he got used to it and realized that this was the most polite response.

The most courageous young master in history has appeared.

Right next to him.

The young master was so angry, it seemed, because of a woman who didn't love him...

"What did you say?" Zhou Jinrong glared back at him, his expression fierce, but he was hiding far away, his body still quite honest. "I'm your fucking dad! Who allowed you to talk to me like that? Are you looking for death?"