Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 244 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (71)

When Zhao Zhao turned around, she saw the playful expression on Evan's face, her eyes full of affection. She stood on tiptoe and patted his head, saying, "Little boy."

Evan was incredulous. He quickly reached up and picked at his ear, raising his voice a octave as he said, "You called me a child?!"

Then, he compared his height with Zhao Zhao's, carefully examined her from head to toe, and then smiled with a slight upturn of his lips and narrowed eyes, saying, "Fine, call me whatever you like~ my dear little baby~"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao and He Qinglin trembled simultaneously, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

It seems that Evan has some kind of serious illness...

When the four returned to their dormitory, to their surprise, they saw Song Zhixu, who was sitting on his computer with a serious expression, typing away.

Evan raised an eyebrow and spoke first, asking in confusion, "Why are you still in our dorm?"

"From now on, this is my dorm room." Song Zhixu sat leisurely at the table with his laptop, then casually pointed to the bed that had been empty. Now, Song Zhixu's blankets and personal belongings were placed there.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhao smiled knowingly and suddenly realized, "This is outrageous! The president of the student council dares to abuse his power and change dormitories without permission!"

It seems extremely unusual that a senior high school student would move into a junior high school dormitory.

Song Zhixu paused, stopped typing, and looked at Zhao Zhao tenderly, "Because I want to live with you."

"Ahem." Evan interrupted, spoiling the mood, "Alright, stop being so mushy, just stay."

He Qinglin ignored them from beginning to end, poured Zhao Zhao a glass of warm water, picked up his pills, and urged, "Take them."

Zhao Zhao had just started a game when she saw him. She mumbled the medicine in his hand and then realized that the dormitory was a bit quiet. She looked up and saw the other three people staring straight at her.

Without thinking much of it, he lowered his head again, continuing to play his game while asking curiously, "Why are you all staring at me? Don't you have anything else to do?"

Evan sat down next to him. "Nothing's really wrong. What are you playing?" He asked about the game, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhao's fair and delicate face.

Zhao Zhao casually mentioned a game name and asked offhand, "Do you play it?"

"Play."

"Where are the rest of you?" Zhao Zhao asked the others, treating everyone equally.

"No, I have things to do." Song Zhixu refused softly, pointing to the computer.

"I'm going to take a shower." He Qinglin stopped playing and went straight to the bathroom with his clothes.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao remembered that he had indeed sweated a lot today. He lifted his collar and smelled it. Before he could say anything, Evan leaned over and said, "It doesn't smell bad."

His cool face pressed intimately against Zhao Zhao's warm neck, tickling her slightly from his breath. Zhao Zhao slapped him on the head without hesitation, "Are you still playing games or not?"

"Play, play, play."

The first day of living in the dormitory was simple and ordinary. Zhao Zhao was so engrossed in playing games that she was the last one to take a shower.

As he stepped out in his pajamas, he looked up and met the gazes of the other three. He scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered, and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Evan's eyes darkened as he glanced at Zhao Zhao. He was still steaming with hot water, his skin slightly red from being soaked in the hot water, and water droplets slid down his hair into his blue pajamas. Combined with his clean and bewildered expression, he looked exceptionally innocent.

He smiled, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Zhao Zhao is so beautiful~"

Zhao Zhao was drying her hair when she heard this and immediately threw the towel at him, yelling, "Are you crazy?"

The towel was right over his face. Evan good-naturedly took it off, a slightly smirking smile playing on his lips. "Zhao Zhao smells so good~"

"He Qinglin, go teach him a lesson!" Zhao Zhao, unable to bear it any longer, immediately called on He Qinglin to teach him a lesson.

“Okay.” Without another word, He Qinglin took off his glasses, put down the book in his hand, and walked towards Evan. He had long since reached his limit with Evan’s recent manic state.