Seventeen really felt that Baili was very special. He only did other irrelevant things in class, but he always occupied the first place in the first-year business examination rankings. He used his left hand as well as his right hand, liked to draw, and liked to draw. He liked to collect oddly-shaped stones…
At eight o'clock tonight, after school in Times Square, Baili handed a note to Seventeen, then packed his bag and left. Seventeen looked at Baili's back. This boy gave her a very special feeling, but she couldn't tell what was special about him.
Just like how Nangong Zhe felt when he was seventeen…
Seventeen also followed him. When he reached the door, a large hand blocked Seventeen's path.
Seventeen turned around and saw Nangong Zhe.
Nangong Zhe was leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other blocking No. 17's path. Nangong Zhe lowered his head, his chestnut-colored hair covering his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Seventeen asked calmly. Actually, Seventeen already knew Nangong Zhe's purpose.
" Change the way we gamble." As expected, Nangong Zhe still cared about it.
"You don't have to change, you can't hit me." There was a smile hidden in Seventeen's words as he continued,"I'm sorry.""This is not considered hitting a woman."
Nangong retracted his hands and put them in his pockets. His face was a little red, so he lowered his head even more. After a few seconds of silence, he said,""When I fight, I can't control my strength.”
This had always been Nangong Zhe's weakness.
Seventeen's smile froze on his face. She thought that he was afraid of losing face and being accused of hitting a woman. She did not expect it to be like this.
Then, the smile on Seventeen's face deepened. He said without looking back,""There's no need. I told you, you can't hit me.”
Nangong Zhe looked at No. 17's back and frowned slightly…He was worried.
When they returned to the dormitory, Seventeen took a shower and changed into a set of sportswear. Before leaving, Seventeen glanced at the note on the table, locked the door of the dormitory, and walked to Times Square.
S City at night was different from the day. During the day, it gave people the feeling of a busy metropolis, but at night, it was a little charming. S City, with roses as the theme, would spread a romantic feeling no matter what time.
40 minutes later, Seventeen arrived at Times Square. From afar, she saw Baili leaning against the railing by the roadside. Seventeen looked at the large Quartz Clock in Times Square. There were still 10 minutes left before the appointed time…Seventeen slowly walked over. Baili's back was facing her. Seventeen suddenly felt that Baili's back was hiding something.？Loneliness.
Walking to Baili's side, Seventeen patted Baili's shoulder. Baili turned his head and Seventeen took out a note that he had written long ago from his pocket. Is there something you need?
Baili curled his lips. He did not expect Seventeen to use the same communication method as him. Then, Baili took out a piece of paper from his pocket. There were not many words, but it summarized Seventeen's mission tonight.
Come home with me for a meal.
"Hmm?" Seventeen said jokingly,"If I had known earlier, I would have dressed prettier."
Being yourself is the best you can be. These are the words written on a hundred-mile paper
Seventeen was a little surprised. Did he predict what he was going to say? He didn't write, but he naturally took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
That's why we're fated. Baili took out another low card
Seventeen felt like he had seen a ghost. This was too godly…
Baili smiled and thought to himself, Seventeen, this is Baili, the mysterious Baili for you. Do you like it?
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