The waist strength of President Fu may be naturally extraordinary, transcending others, moving mountains and rivers.
Anyway, Sang Qiao watched as Fu Xingzhou, in a very inhumane posture, stubbornly carried the gas cylinder from the first floor to the fifth floor.
He didn't turn red, he didn't pant, except that his suit got a bit wrinkled, he didn't even seem out of breath.
Sang Qiao helped Fu Xingzhou straighten his suit, and adjusted his cufflinks.
Then he turned and knocked on Mrs. Li's door.
Mrs. Li's husband passed away a few years ago, and her children were busy with work. They rarely saw her, so she was usually living alone at home.
The old lady moved slowly, and it took a while before she opened the door.
Sang Qiao smiled and waved at the old lady from outside, "Mrs. Li, we've brought the gas cylinder for you! Do you want it in the kitchen?"
Mrs. Li hurriedly let Sang Qiao in.
As she was about to close the door, she noticed a man standing outside.
The man was tall and handsome, with features more striking than the movie stars seen during Chinese New Year, wearing a sharp silver-gray suit and polished shoes, standing in the dim corridor appearing very commanding—
The gas can on the shoulder is quite awkward.
The man is about half a head taller than Sangqiao, making the corridor appear even lower and the door frame narrower.
Mrs. Li took two steps back into the room, grabbing Sangqiao with concern and inquiring, "Qiaoqiao, how could you let someone carry a gas cylinder?"
Sangqiao also looked innocent, thinking to himself that it wasn't his fault that Fu Xingzhou carried it, it was clearly snatched from him.
He hadn't figured out how to explain to Mrs. Li.
Fu Xingzhou, who was still standing outside the door, spoke first: "Hello, may I come in?"
Mrs. Li: "..."
Sangqiao: "..."
When Mrs. Li was young, she worked in a factory. When she retired after getting old, she settled in this old house.
In her life, she had been called auntie and big sister, but she couldn't remember the last time someone had called her "madam".
However, Fu Xingzhou has always been very particular about these things and would never enter someone's room without permission.
Seeing that Mrs. Li did not respond, Fu Xingzhou asked again, "Madam, may I come in?"
Polite, but with a cold and distant voice.
There was a sense of noble aloofness.
Mrs. Li: "..."
This time, Mrs. Li realized and quickly invited Fu Xingzhou into the room, saying, "Thank you, young man, thank you, you don't have to put it in the kitchen, just put it by the door."
Fu Xingzhou overheard that Mrs. Li originally wanted Sangqiao to put the gas cylinder in the kitchen. With a cold expression, he went into the house. "It's okay, I'll move it for you. Where's the kitchen?"
Mrs. Li: "It's over here, please."
Fu Xingzhou hardly ever smiled, and his expressions were mostly indifferent. In front of unfamiliar people, he seemed particularly noble and cold.
Fu Xingzhou carried the gas can to the kitchen in his high-end suit.
Mrs. Li pulled Sangqiao to the side and said, "Qiaoqiao, who is this? He looks very strange!"
Naturally, Sangqiao couldn't tell Mrs. Li the true relationship between himself and Fu Xingzhou, so he turned his eyes and said, "Ah... he's my boss, the company's boss."
Mrs. Li immediately disapproved and patted Sangqiao's hand, "Qiaoqiao, how can you let your boss carry a gas can!"
Sangqiao: "..."
He didn't.
He really didn't.
Sangqiao couldn't explain, so he sighed and pulled Mrs. Li to sit on the sofa and said, "It's just a coincidence. Rest assured, I won't let him carry it next time, okay?"
Mrs. Li looked at Sangqiao reproachfully, then looked at Fu Xingzhou in the kitchen with approval, and then said to Sangqiao, "But your boss looks really young, and he is polite."
Mrs. Li lowered her voice and asked, "Qiaoqiao, is your boss married? Is he rich? I have a niece who just turned 20 and is a dancer, with a great figure!"
Sangqiao: "He's pretty rich..."
Mrs. Li was deeply gratified by Sangqiao's response and trembled with excitement, "Then you tell your boss, see when he has time to come out and meet my niece?"
Sangqiao: "..."
Although it's not entirely impossible to meet—
But didn't the legal program on TV say that bigamy could lead to imprisonment?
If Fu Xingzhou goes to jail, will he have to visit him?
No, no.
Sangqiao was a little worried and couldn't leave because Mrs. Li had pulled him.
After waiting for a long while, Fu Xingzhou finally came out of the kitchen.
Sangqiao hurriedly gestured to him, capturing the attention of the domineering CEO, then stood up and said to the old lady, "Mrs. Li, he's here, you can talk to him!"
From childhood to adulthood, today was not only the first time Fu Xingzhou carried a gas can, but also the first time he helped someone move things upstairs.
Thinking of Sangqiao's previous experiences.
In short, President Fu was full of destructive low pressure just about to ignite.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Li had never had any dealings with Fu Xingzhou and had no idea who the person in front of her was. She smiled and handed Fu Xingzhou a banana, "Young man, what's your name, and where did you go to school?"
Fu Xingzhou neither ate the banana nor sat down, standing upright in the living room: "My surname is Fu, Fu Xingzhou. Currently mainly involved in investment banking projects."
Mrs. Li did not understand what an investment bank was and asked, "Is the job stable?"
Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sangqiao, and with some patience said, "Excluding the foreign estates and properties, currently, there are 673 properties within the country, and 366 garages. I have about 3.2 billion in personal liquid assets."
Mrs. Li: "..."
Sangqiao: "..."
Domineering.
I'm really good.
Take a look at me.
After Fu Xingzhou, a wealthy man, made a speech, Mrs. Li, who originally wanted to introduce a partner to him, was so scared that she didn't even dare to mention it.
The topic went silent after the stimulus of 3.2 billion dollars.
With dry, windy teeth, Mrs. Li smiled twice, greeted Fu Xingzhou, and said, "Xiao Fu is really promising. Come over and sit. Bridge and I were just discussing what kind of girl can match you."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Who said that?
Sang Qiao was stunned.
Before he could even argue, Fu Xingzhou's soft leather shoes were already standing in front of him on the marble floor.
Just then, a cold, clear voice rang above Sang Qiao's head, "Oh? What kind of girl do you think can match me?"
Sang Qiao: "......"
No, someone like you is only suitable for being alone.
Fortunately, Fu Xingzhou didn't stand on top of Sang Qiao's head for too long. He changed direction and sat on the opposite sofa.
Fu Xingzhou's thin lips turned up imperceptibly, seemingly mocking, and his tone carried a habitual courtesy from years of practice.
He sat on the sofa with broad shoulders and narrow waist, looking down at the tea on the table. "But, Madam, I am already married, so please don't bother Bridge and me...."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Mrs. Li: "......"
The atmosphere was very awkward.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Sang Qiao couldn't sit still. He rubbed his nose, stood up, and ran to Fu Xingzhou's side to pull him, "If you have no other business, we'll leave first, Mrs. Li."
Unfortunately, Fu Xingzhou sat upright with his center of gravity unshaken. Sang Qiao tried to pull him up for a long time but failed.
Still, he watched as Fu Xingzhou took out his wallet from the pocket of his coat and then, from the wallet, took out a checkbook.
Fu Xingzhou turned to the side, and his fingers, in a very ambiguous manner, slid along Sang Qiao's hand, and in a low voice said, "Be a good boy, go get me a pen."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao had no idea where the pen was, so Mrs. Li had to rummage through the inner room before finally giving Fu Xingzhou an unused ballpoint pen.
Fu Xingzhou casually wrote a string of zeros on the top check and tore it off.
He tore off another page and wrote a phone number on the back.
Fu Xingzhou said calmly, "Mrs. Li, the first check is for one million, and the back of the second check has my assistant's phone number. You can call him if needed."
Fu Xingzhou pushed the two papers together on the glass coffee table and handed them to Mrs. Li, "But I hope you won't trouble Sang Qiao with small matters like today again. His time is very precious. If you can promise, I would be very grateful personally."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Mrs. Li: "......"
Although the atmosphere had turned sour, as they were leaving, Mrs. Li still brought the chicken soup she had made for her husband by bucket and gave it to Sang Qiao.
The heavy rain outside continued to pour, and the cold of the night, accompanied by the sound of the wind, enveloped Sang Qiao.
The car's air conditioning vent was on high.
The spacious Maybach drove through the narrow old district gate and onto the road.
The chicken soup in the stainless steel basin was covered with a not-so-smooth lid and placed in a red plastic bag.
The soup wasn't heated, and Sang Qiao shivered from the cold.
Fu Xingzhou turned around, "Chicken soup is not good overnight; it's cold. Just throw it away."
Sang Qiao quickly shook his head, "It's okay, it's not cold!"
Fu Xingzhou frowned, "Just now Mrs. Li said you gave another elderly person five hundred thousand for surgery..."
Sang Qiao interrupted him, "Five hundred thousand is enough, Mr. Fu, please don't write any more checks to people!"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
After a few seconds, Fu Xingzhou said, "I will have Raven take care of the money for those elderly people in the future. You don't need to worry."
Sang Qiao held the chicken soup, unusually silent.
Without Sang Qiao's chatter, Fu Xingzhou, who was not talkative, fell silent as well.
The car was very quiet.
This quiet continued until the Maybach returned to the main city, entered the villa area, and was far enough to see Fu Xingzhou's solitary building shrouded in the rain curtain.
Suddenly, Sang Qiao said, "Fu Xingzhou, you are really a good person."
Fu Xingzhou, who received the "good person" card twice in one day: "......"
Fu Xingzhou's face was calm: "If you are unhappy because of what Mrs. Li just did, you can speak directly, no need to beat around the bush."
The chicken soup taken out of the refrigerator's cold storage compartment had been warmed by Sang Qiao's body temperature and the car's air conditioning all the way, and finally it was no longer so cold.
Sang Qiao rubbed his hands, smiled, and said happily, "Fu Xingzhou, I'm not unhappy."
Even every plant and tree in the villa area had been meticulously constructed, and the roadside hanging lights were custom-made in an antique style, with varying colors.
As they reflected, even the rain curtain seemed to have been dyed with colorful hues.
Sang Qiao, sitting in the co-pilot seat, had the most dazzling smile amidst this colorful setting.
Restless, he sat in his seat, stretched his legs, then turned towards Fu Xingzhou. "It's just that you are too good.”
This sentence seemed to have no significant difference from Sang Qiao's previous statement; there was hardly any variation in their meanings.
Yet, it inexplicably felt like two completely different sentences.
Fu Xingzhou furrowed his brow, thinking to interrupt Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao, however, had already continued on his own: "Your world is too lofty, Fu Xingzhou. You must not marry me due to an accident and pull yourself into my world."
Sang Qiao gestured with his hand, using his limited vocabulary to explain to Fu Xingzhou: "You are like the clouds in the sky, anything you casually give is something people like us never normally see.”
"But human nature is very greedy, Fu Xingzhou."
Sang Qiao sighed ruefully and continued, "You’re so good, the more you give me, the more I owe, and then I won't be able to repay."
The multi-million-dollar Maybach had a good soundproofing environment.
The noise of rain outside the car window was reduced to a quiet patter.
From Fu Xingzhou's perspective, he could see Sang Qiao's slender neck, looking as if it would break if touched.
He was just too thin, too pale, and one could faintly see the light blue veins under his clavicle line.
Even if Fu Xingzhou had found the best chef to carefully nurture him, he couldn't fatten him up even a little bit.
Because he had lived through such wretched days, his body was seriously depleted. Even if he tried his best to make up for it, he couldn't make up for the lost time.
Before the two married, the Fu family actually sent information about Sang Qiao.
Fu Xingzhou had read it.
Sang Qiao's life experience, from birth to almost twenty years old, was as thin as his figure.
He dropped out of junior high school and worked as an illegal laborer.
Then, he was discovered by an agent and began to struggle in the entertainment industry as a cannon fodder.
Fu Xingzhou suddenly asked, "Why?"
Sang Qiao turned his head with the chicken soup in his arms, "Huh?"
Fu Xingzhou's voice sounded deep in the quiet environment, "You and I are already married, sharing mutual interests, and there's no debt or repayment."
Sang Qiao seemed to have never thought about this before. Upon hearing this, his eyes widened.
Then he shook his head, "Ah, Manager Fu, sharing mutual interests is a result of a normal marriage based on emotions. Our relationship..."
Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou with a glance full of understanding and admiration, "Manager Fu, you are a good person. I know you pity me because you see me as poor, and you won't like me."
"...But actually, we common folks are like that. Like drinking the overnight chicken soup, it’s quite nutritious for us even if it's cold."
"So we could never be from the same world."
Sang Qiao concluded and patted his chest with a smile, "But Manager Fu, rest assured, I won't take your pocket money for nothing. Even if we divorce in the future, if I can help you, just ask anytime."
"Any help will do, helping you commit a crime or fight, anything is fine, I'm a man of my word."
Sang Qiao, with his beautiful and fair face, turned around, and didn't forget to make a promise, "Don't be deceived by my thin appearance, I'm really good at fighting, not afraid of blood, very awesome!"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
In fact.
Since their marriage, Fu Xingzhou had felt that he was getting closer and closer to Sang Qiao.
However, at this moment.
Before Fu Xingzhou could speak, Sang Qiao had already cut off all his words.
The person with the good temperament, who loved to smile, was cheerful, and could amuse others, was someone he held dear in his heart.
Gratefulness should be repaid, with every favor received, it should be repaid doubly.
So for many years, he had been working very hard to give back everything good that others had given him.
Damn gratefulness!
His youth believed in the kindness of the world, but never believed that anyone would love him.
Mostly because, in his many years on earth, he had never been loved.
The lump in Fu Xingzhou's heart made it difficult for him to speak the words at the tip of his tongue back.
Finally.
He reached out and touched Sang Qiao's soft hair, "Let's not talk about this anymore, be good, go home, your clothes should have been delivered."
Sang Qiao: "......"
What's with this kind of touching like a child?
Did Fu Xingzhou really understand what he just said?!
Sang Qiao still wanted to argue with Fu Xingzhou about being a true street fighter, but it was obvious that the person sitting in the driver's seat didn't want to say a word anymore.
Fu Xingzhou got out of the car, held an umbrella for Sang Qiao, and took him back home.
The servants in the villa had already prepared hot towels and brought them up when Sang Qiao and Fu Xingzhou entered the house.
A sumptuous meal was arranged on the table, the taste and color were exactly the same as two weeks ago, delicate and delicious.
Having eaten canteen food for two weeks, trying various Sichuan spicy dishes, Sang Qiao was surprised to find himself actually missing the light dishes on the table.
Fu Xingzhou handed the umbrella to a nearby servant, checked Sang Qiao's clothes to make sure they weren't wet, and then said, "Go wash your hands first."
Sang Qiao, who was starving, nodded obediently.
Just as he was about to find a place to put down the chicken soup, Fu Xingzhou said to the nearby servant, "Heat up this chicken soup and bring it to the table."
Servant: "......"
The villa's servants had probably never seen chicken soup packaged in market plastic bags since they started working here. They were surprised for a moment and then took it and hurried to the kitchen.
Sang Qiao also hesitated for a moment, then tugged at Fu Xingzhou's sleeve, "You don't need to heat it up now, I can heat it up and drink it for breakfast tomorrow when I leave."
Fu Xingzhou lowered his head slightly, "If you want to drink it tomorrow morning, I'll ask the kitchen to make another batch for you."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Fu Xingzhou's tall and slender figure brushed past Sang Qiao, then stopped and turned around, "We're all human, it's unreasonable that you can drink it and I can't."
Sang Qiao: "......"
Why did Fu Xingzhou suddenly become so stubborn when he went to Grandma Li's house?
Did he have to prove that as a president, not only was he in the best physical shape, but also had the best digestion in the world?!
After finishing the meal, it was unclear if President Fu's digestion was really the best, but the majority of the soup ended up in Fu Xingzhou's stomach.
The clothing brand had already sent over the new products for the next season and the haute couture that would be showcased in Paris, and the branch manager personally delivered two front-row center seats for the fashion show.
Sang Qiao quickly sifted through a pile of clothes.
He soon found the peacock blue shirt that was exactly the same as Zhuang Hui's.
He found the xl size and put it aside, then sat on the carpet and searched around.
He found that this style not only came in peacock blue but also a nice pomegranate orange color.
Sang Qiao casually pulled out the orange shirt and placed it next to the peacock blue one, picked a few other nice-looking clothes, and put them in a small suitcase.
Fu Xingzhou had changed into a light-colored home outfit, taken a bath, and walked down the steps. Standing next to Sang Qiao, he said, "The brand will send new products every quarter, and I'll have the butler help you hang them in the wardrobe."
Sang Qiao closed the small suitcase and was about to speak.
Fu Xingzhou interrupted him somewhat helplessly, "I don't want to hear you giving me a good guy card again."
Sang Qiao blinked, "Then, a good husband?"
Fu Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds, looking at Sang Qiao, and expressionlessly said, "Yes," then added, "I placed your pocket money card on your bedside table, don't forget to bring it when you leave tomorrow."
Sang Qiao: "........?"
The world had changed.
Fu Xingzhou had grown up and was untouchable.
After all, there was only one day off, and practice was scheduled to start at seven o'clock on Monday morning. Some trainees would choose to return to the dormitory on Sunday night.
But Sang Qiao always managed to delay until the last moment.
He blissfully slept in the big bed at the villa until half past five, then woke up in a panic, got up, and rushed to the training building.
Fu Xingzhou didn't come downstairs, but sent the driver to take him.
After the second episode aired, the trainees’ rankings were re-evaluated according to the popularity among netizens.
The results were announced in an unexpected order, and Sang Qiao's name was surprisingly high.
He not only directly left the F class, but also directly entered the A class.
Although he was the last one.
As a result, Sang Qiao always suspected that it was his ridiculous reality of taking care of himself that moved the majority of netizens to vote for him, giving him a precious vote.
Today was the first day of training after the announcement of the new class.
The latecomer from class F, Sang Qiao, not only had to train with class A, but also face the harsh reality of the first round of the upcoming performance.
The program planned six performances, and each performance would eliminate at least half of the trainees.
In other words, how the performance is on the public stage will largely determine the future of each trainee's path to stardom.
The "C position" in different teams is a trainee selected from each class, jointly decided by three mentors, and then announced by the main creator, Yi Chu.
There are too many outstanding students in Class A, obviously Sang Qiao won't have the chance.
After the "C position" is determined, the trainee in the "C position" can then expand their team by freely choosing members from all the classes in the program.
The list of "C position" by the three mentors was quickly revealed.
Fang Yuzhou of Class A, as the first "C position," begins selecting team members first.
As the first trainee in the show to be full A, Fang Yuzhou was undoubtedly the face of Class A.
Both in looks and temperament, he seemed to be tailored for debut.
The orange sports uniform of Class A exuded a sense of trendiness on Fang Yuzhou.
As his gaze swept across the many trainees, a smirk formed on his lips. "My first team member... It's definitely going to be Sang Xiaoqiao. Xiaoqiao, watch me!"
Sang Qiao: "??"
Yi Chu: "??"
Sang Qiao had just changed into the Class A uniform and was not very familiar with the other trainees in Class A, so he was just following at the end of the team, minding his own business.
Suddenly being called out, Sang Qiao poked his head forward, "Huh?"
The camera, originally focused on Fang Yuzhou, quickly shifted to Sang Qiao when he spoke, and then gave close-ups to both of them.
Sang Qiao pointed to his nose, "You're picking me?"
Fang Yuzhou, with his bold and stage-appropriate personality, beckoned Sang Qiao over, "Come here."
A lucky break.
Sang Qiao shyly exited the team and followed behind Fang Yuzhou. With self-awareness, he said, "I have to tell you in advance, my personal abilities are not great, you can still change your mind now."
Fang Yuzhou, half a head taller than Sang Qiao, leaned in as he spoke, "It's alright, bro will take you to the top."
Sang Qiao clasped his hands together, sincerely saying, "Thank you, bro, thank you, bro!"
From Class A to Class F, each class's "C position" selection team could choose a member, and then the selection process would start again from Class A until all the members were chosen.
Fang Yuzhou had already completed the first round of team member selection, now it was time for the "C position" of Class B to make a selection.
The camera, which had been focused on Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao, moved away.
The next second.
Fang Yuzhou's arm was draped over Sang Qiao's shoulder, and he leaned in, saying nonchalantly, "Nervous? Tell me if you are."
Apart from the times in his childhood when he was afraid of hunger and punishment, Sang Qiao had not experienced nervousness as he grew up, and he shook his head honestly, "Not nervous."
Fang Yuzhou laughed and then put his arm around Sang Qiao's shoulder, saying, "If you're not nervous, then I won't have any room to perform."
Sang Qiao: "Hmm."
Overall, Sang Qiao was quite good at cooperating with others, so he jokingly stiffened, "I'm nervous now, so you perform."
Fang Yuzhou: "..."
Fang Yuzhou paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter.
After he finished laughing, he leaned in close to Sang Qiao's ear, "Sang Qiao, you're still as fun as ever."
Sang Qiao: "??"
Fang Yuzhou smoothed down the three strands of hair on Sang Qiao's head and said softly, "I've met you before this show."
Sang Qiao: "??"
Fang Yuzhou: "Also, after I danced with you, someone came to me and gave me money to stay away from you..."
Fang Yuzhou didn't finish his sentence.
Because Yi Chu had been paying attention to their conversation for a few minutes and felt that Fu Xingzhou's green presence was becoming more and more prominent, she couldn't help but speak, "It seems that Fang Yuzhou has been whispering to Sang Qiao all along."
Sitting in the mentor's seat, Guan Miner also looked over, slightly curious, "I noticed that too. They've been whispering to each other since just now. I wonder what they're talking about. Can they share it with us?"
Suddenly caught, the camera once again centered on them.
Unfortunately, both Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou were as cool as cucumbers, not flustered at all.
Fang Yuzhou even pulled Sang Qiao back a bit, "You all see that we're whispering, so we mustn't disclose the content! Alright, actually I was telling Sang Qiao that we should form the strongest formation and conquer all!"
After saying that, Fang Yuzhou winked at Sang Qiao and said, "Right, Qiao Qiao?"
Sang Qiao gave a thumbs-up.
The only variety show Easy has been involved in recently is this show, Your Stage. When she has nothing to do, she also searches related information on Weibo.
She knows that the CP between Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao was very popular online before, but due to the lack of any follow-up content, it has experienced a continuous decrease in fans.
Easy Chu has so much experience in this circle.
As long as Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao appear in these few scenes, the CP fans will definitely go crazy again.
To be honest.
If it weren't for the relationship between Sang Qiao and his cousin—
Yi Chu also feels that Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou have a good CP feeling.
Both of them look good, have a cute height difference, and their personalities complement each other, which is the most important.
Unlike Fu Xingzhou.
He's cold every day, it's hard to imagine how Sang Qiao could get along with him at home.
Yi Chu was worried and planned to communicate with the program team later to see how to handle this segment.
It would be best to cut the whole part.
Otherwise, he's really afraid that Fu Xingzhou will go crazy.
The process of selecting team members by each team was fully recorded, and the subsequent training mode was adjusted according to the date of the performance.
The original draw for different class instructors to rotate teaching in each team's rehearsal process to a large extent ensured the fairness of the practice.
The strength of Class A trainees is very strong. Except for Sang Qiao, who ranked last in Class A due to his sand sculpture and good looks, the other rankings have remained basically unchanged.
Most of the teammates chosen by Fang Yuzhou are in Class A, and Sang Qiao's dormitory has not yet moved to the floor where Class A students should be.
So after dinner.
Sang Qiao bid farewell to the other teammates and went back to the dormitory to take out the shirt that was stuffed in the suitcase earlier this morning.
Rolled into a ball, he sneakily left the room.
Just after dinner, Sang Qiao saw Zhuang Hui still talking to the staff in the training room downstairs. If he went down quickly, he should be able to catch him.
Sang Qiao returned to the third floor and just turned the corner of the stairs, he ran into Zhuang Hui standing against the wall.
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao abruptly stopped and accidentally bumped into Zhuang Hui.
He quickly withdrew his feet and put on a smiling face: "Hehe, Teacher Zhuang, what a coincidence!"
Zhuang Hui, who was wearing a white shirt today, turned around: "No coincidence, I was waiting for you."
The struggling Sang Qiao immediately reviewed his recent performance and said eagerly, "Teacher Zhuang, I have been training diligently every day recently, and I am determined not to let you down!"
Zhuang Hui: "…"
Zhuang Hui took out a small white medicine bottle from the pocket of his casual pants: "Thank you for the clothes you gave me before. Return things to their rightful owner."
Sang Qiao was particularly familiar with the bottle, he even recognized the tooth mark on it.
But Sang Qiao didn't want to take the medicine bottle back.
If he took it back, wouldn't it be equivalent to admitting that this was his medicine?
So Sang Qiao grinned slyly: "Teacher Zhuang, you've got it wrong. This isn't my medicine, I've never seen it before!"
Before Zhuang Hui could respond, Sang Qiao took out the shirt bag from behind and stuffed it into Zhuang Hui's hand: "This is your clothes, give it back to you. Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, teacher!"
Zhuang Hui: "…"
Sang Qiao turned around, ran back along the corridor, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
The empty corridor was left with only Zhuang Hui.
Zhuang Hui fell silent for a moment, took out the shirt that Sang Qiao had stuffed into his hand.
Dustproof bag, gold foil packaging.
There was even a designer's handwritten message for the new quarterly show.
It was obviously a brand-new genuine product.
Zhuang Hui never thought that Sang Qiao would really return this piece of clothing.
He put the clothes back in the dustproof bag and, after some thought, also put the unreturned medicine bottle inside.
Just as he was about to leave, his phone suddenly rang.
Zhuang Hui answered the phone.
The voice on the other end said, "Hello? I checked the medicine you gave me last time, you're really too sensitive, suspecting people when you see a white medicine bottle!"
Zhuang Hui paused his steps going downstairs, did not answer, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But I suggest you return the medicine to the person as soon as possible."
The voice on the other end continued, "There are at least three types of pills in the bottle, two of which are antidepressants. There's also one called Quetiapine."
Zhuang Hui frowned: "What?"
"Okay, you wouldn't understand even if I tell you. So I want you to return the medicine to them. This medicine is an imported drug specifically for personality disorders."
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