TLCBITAR Chapter 3
by VolareThe next morning, Zhou Zhou changed his clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his attire.
“Tsk, this hair is really annoying.”
He rummaged through his room and finally found a khaki-colored rubber band under the desk.
He stood in front of the full-length mirror, raised his hand and tied all the bangs on his forehead, making a crooked half-ponytail hairstyle.
His fair and full forehead was completely exposed, and the gloomy temperament instantly dissipated.
He shook his head from side to side and muttered, “At least it’s better than emo style.”
“This body looks pretty good, why would he be so narrow-minded as to be gay?”
He raised his eyebrows at himself in the mirror, and decided in his heart that while helping the female lead, he would find a cute and soft beauty to have an irresponsible romance.
The scumbag Zhou Zhou put on his dark-colored backpack, pulled his suitcase, and walked out of the room.
He walked to the stairs, lifted his suitcase with one hand, and walked down the stairs in a lazy manner.
In the dining room, Zhou Hongwei was wearing reading glasses and flipping through financial magazines. Hearing the loud footsteps, he tilted his head and raised his eyes.
Seeing his youngest son dressed in a flamboyant manner, completely different from his usual self, he couldn’t help but slam the magazine down and asked in a deep voice, “Why are you still at home?”
Zhou Zhou paused, looked directly at his stern-looking cheap father, and smiled, “Dad, I wanted to see you one last time!”
“Pooh! What nonsense are you talking about! Are you dressed like this to go to school or to a non-mainstream party!”
After speaking, he stood up, walked a few steps to his youngest son, and looked him up and down.
“Look at what you’re wearing, the sleeves are all torn, people who don’t know would think our Zhou family is mistreating you!”
Zhou Zhou curled his lips, not taking it seriously, “It’s hot, cutting a hole is good for cooling off.”
Zhou Hongwei questioned with a dark face: “Auntie Fang said you were possessed by a ghost and completely changed. I didn’t believe it before, what are you trying to do again?!”
Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows, with a nonchalant attitude, and said lazily: “Dad, the gloomy style is not popular anymore, so I have to change the style. Look at what you said, possessed by a ghost, why don’t you invite a Taoist priest to exorcise me?”
Zhou Hongwei raised his eyebrows and eyes, sarcastically said: “Heh, I knew you were pretending before! Deliberately getting angry with me, right! Don’t even think about the shares in the company, those are for Zhou Nian, blame your mother for leaving early!”
Zhou Zhou bent his eyes, put one hand on his cheap father’s shoulder, and said indifferently: “Oh, I know, your little bit of shares are not as valuable as my brother’s company. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in that little bit of shares. As long as you give me living expenses on time, I’ll be satisfied.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled his suitcase and walked towards the door, raised his hand and waved, “I won’t say more, I’m going to be late for school. See you next week, don’t miss me too much.”
Zhou Hongwei stood on the spot, so angry that his face changed. He didn’t expect his youngest son to become so sharp-tongued after changing his style.
He missed that gloomy son a little bit, at least he would be silent and let him point fingers.
Auntie Fang hesitated in the kitchen for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to slowly walk to Zhou Hongwei and suggested: “Master Zhou, Young Master Zhou looks really weird in this appearance, why don’t you invite a Taoist priest to do a ritual in his room?”
Zhou Hongwei glared at her and said coldly, “If he was really possessed by a ghost, would you still be standing here properly? He would have eaten you long ago!”
From childhood to adulthood, he has always held a dismissive attitude towards ghosts and gods, and would rather believe that his youngest son was pretending to be crazy and selling stupid than believe that he was possessed by a ghost.
On the other side, Zhou Zhou got into the newly bought car of the Zhou family and greeted the driver in the driver’s seat, “Uncle Chen, right? Don’t take Fengmin Avenue later, take another route.”
Uncle Chen was puzzled and reluctantly said: “Young Master Zhou, taking Fengmin Avenue can save time.”
Zhou Zhou immediately turned cold, thinking that this Uncle Chen was not a good person either, and had squeezed out the original owner a lot.
“What? Are you rushing to be reincarnated? Didn’t you see the news yesterday?” Zhou Zhou folded his arms and stared coldly at the back of Uncle Chen’s head, retorting impolitely.
Uncle Chen darkened his face and stopped talking.
He didn’t expect the previously gloomy and cowardly Young Master Zhou to have learned to bite.
He looked up at the rearview mirror, and saw Young Master Zhou leaning back in the seat, squinting his eyes and looking at the scenery outside with great interest.
Something’s wrong, something’s really wrong!
Young Master Zhou actually tied up his hair and crossed his legs, unprecedented.
Zhou Zhou seemed to be aware of something, his eyes fell on the driver, and he said in a light voice, “Drive carefully, what are you looking at me for?”
The faint voice made it impossible to hear his emotions.
Uncle Chen immediately moved his gaze away, looking straight ahead, not daring to look at him again.
The car slowly drove on a crowded and dilapidated road, the body swaying back and forth, and Zhou Zhou also swayed up and down, left and right.
Zhou Zhou almost vomited from the bumps, covered his stomach and asked: “Besides Fengmin Avenue, is this the only road that leads to the school?”
Uncle Chen remained expressionless, sat steadily, and tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his mouth and replied: “Yes, other roads are being paved with asphalt and cannot be passed.”
He was very petty and could not tolerate being scolded by this unpopular young master.
Therefore, he deliberately took this bumpy road, vowing to make people vomit.
Zhou Zhou’s face was a little pale. He ate too much last night, so that even if he didn’t eat breakfast now, he wouldn’t feel hungry.
Not being hungry proved that the food in his stomach had not been digested yet, and at this time it was churning inside. He clutched his mouth tightly and glared at the driver fiercely.
Damn it, his eyes are very sharp, he clearly saw the driver smiling secretly.
He was really bold, daring to deliberately torture him!
He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart.
Until he arrived at the gate of Beicheng University, he slipped out of the car in a puff of smoke, supported the trash can under the shade of the tree with both hands, and vomited violently.
He patted his chest, looked back at the driver in the car, and said coldly: “Phew…you’re asking for death!”
Uncle Chen only felt a cold gaze cast on him, like being stared at by a poisonous snake. He turned his head and met Zhou Zhou’s gaze.
The other party’s eyes were quenched with cold light, wrapped in ice knives and stabbed straight at him.
A wave of fear welled up in Uncle Chen’s heart. He quickly got out of the car, went around to the back of the car, took out his suitcase, and walked to Zhou Zhou in a respectful manner, asking with concern, “Young Master Zhou, do you feel better after vomiting?”
“Uncle Chen, the Zhou family pays you a lot, right?”
“Huh?”
Zhou Zhou leaned down, approached his ear and asked in a cold voice, “What good will it do you to offend me?”
Uncle Chen instantly stiffened, stubbornly refusing to admit it, “Young Master Zhou, what are you talking about?”
He straightened up, the corners of his mouth raised in a sarcastic arc, “There’s a driving recorder in the car, right?”
Uncle Chen was a smart person, so naturally he understood.
“You were smiling pretty well in the BMW, I hope you don’t cry under the bridge in the future.” He bent his eyes and said with a smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Without waiting for Uncle Chen to reply, he picked up his suitcase and walked slowly into the school.
The security guard at the door stared at Zhou Zhou, hesitated for a moment and stopped in front of him, asking, “Which class are you in? Why are you so late!”
Zhou Zhou lowered his eyes and thought carefully, but his head was blank.
The original owner died halfway before reporting, and had no idea which class he was in.