Could it be her?
Zhou Rui pushed the unopened cell phone box further into the inner part of his desk, observing the expression of the "suspect" Han Ziyin all the while.
Han Ziyin's cheeks turned red, and she even lowered her head subconsciously.
Why is he staring at me like that?
When Han Ziyin sat next to him, Zhou Rui still didn't notice anything.
He could only ask tentatively, "Do you have a gift for me?"
Han Ziyin felt like her CPU had burned out!
How did he know? Is this what telepathy is?
Exposed in front of him, Han Ziyin could only blush as she pulled out a whole box of Snickers from her pocket and quickly stuffed it into Zhou Rui's desk.
Han Ziyin had seen Zhou Rui eating Snickers during the break yesterday.
As her lifesaver, she should thank Zhou Rui on various levels, but she seldom interacted with boys and didn't know what to give him. Although this box of Snickers wasn't worth much, it still required her to muster up a great deal of courage to take it out.
She had thought it would stay hidden in her schoolbag all day and had even prepared herself not to give it out due to shyness. But as soon as she arrived at school, the owner of the gift revealed it.
Han Ziyin couldn't think of any other explanation except that they were in sync.
Zhou Rui was stunned. Is there really a gift? But it's not a mobile phone?
Seeing Zhou Rui's surprised expression, Han Ziyin felt a little sad: "It's really strange. Someone saved me, and I gave him a box of chocolates. Han Ziyin, you are so stupid!"
Seeing that the little girl was a little embarrassed, Zhou Rui quickly laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I like it very much. I've got food for the next few days. Thank you for your gift."
Han Ziyin nodded softly.
This was the first time in her life that she had given something to a boy.
Although the process and results were completely different from what she had expected, her heart was still beating fast.
It happened that Zhou Rui had slept too late yesterday and felt a little groggy, so he took out a cigarette on the spot and started eating it before class.
Next time, I have to find a way to get some coffee, even if it's instant.
In his previous life, he had been a lucky worker. Additionally, Shanghai had its own coffee culture, so he could be considered half a coffee lover—the kind who relied on caffeine to sustain life every day.
But now, with my trouser pockets cleaner than my face, it's quite troublesome to get a cup of coffee in a small place like Qinghe County. At least, I haven't seen any shops selling it.
The origin of the mobile phone still hadn't been revealed, so Zhou Rui decided to gain some experience first!
During the two classes in the morning, Zhou Rui still listened very carefully, and by the end of one of his tasks, he had completed half of the experience points.
"Task entry: Concentration, Experience value +1, Current progress (54/100)"
"Task entry: Self-discipline, Experience value +1, Current progress (38/100)"
"Task entry: Inspiration, Experience +1, Current progress (20/100)"
At this rate, the new entry [Concentration] would be available in 2-3 days. This would be the first entry Zhou Rui obtained independently through a task.
By then, Zhou Rui believed that not only would he be able to greatly improve his efficiency in doing anything, but he would also be able to take on completely new tasks.
By the way, Han Ziyin still looked like she had hardly read any books. Zhou Rui seriously suspected that she was a poor student. She probably came to Qinghe County from Shanghai because her family had power, and a small place like Qinghe County was more convenient for operations.
He wasn't a defender of justice, but an adult soul. He wouldn't be disgusted by this; he was just guessing about the other party's family background.
Everything was normal in the afternoon, but Zhou Rui never had the chance to open the phone in the belly of the desk.
First of all, the box of the new phone was quite large, and there were various spare parts inside, which made it hard not to attract attention.
Secondly, he still didn't know who had given it to him, and he couldn't even rule out the possibility that someone had put it in the wrong place, so he didn't open it.
Third, in the unlikely event that someone wanted to frame him, what would happen when he dismantled it? Would they say it was stolen?
For example, Zhou Rui looked at Guo Sheng.
However, this guy seemed poor and probably didn't have the ability to do such a thing. Besides, they were all just high school students—this wasn't like a spy movie.
Unfortunately, no one stepped forward to claim this "gift" until after school.
Before figuring out where it came from, Zhou Rui didn't plan to open the package, preferring the strategy of remaining constant in the face of ever-changing circumstances.
Zhou Rui said to Han Ziyin, "Then I'll leave. See you tomorrow?"
Han Ziyin nodded. She seemed to leave later than others every day, but Zhou Rui wasn't curious.
Zhou Rui left the classroom carrying his schoolbag. After sending Li Wenqian off today, he had to find a printing shop to scan the handwritten music score and then send an email to register the copyright.
On time, Zhou Rui "rua'd" the smooth mushroom, saying, "Let's go home!"
Li Wenqian nodded and followed Zhou Rui naturally.
Zhou Rui returned Li Wenqian's phone to her and said, "Thank you for the phone. Did it break you?"
Li Wenqian shook her head and said, "No, but I've been thinking about you today. You can actually write songs? It's unbelievable."
In her eyes, this was equivalent to Zhou Rui suddenly telling her one day, "I am an urban special forces soldier, and now the Dragon King has returned."
As a result, she had been unable to concentrate in class the entire day, her mind full of Zhou Rui.
Zhou Rui smiled and said, "What's so surprising? Writing songs isn't that difficult. Maybe you can learn it in the future."
Compared to the reborn Zhou Rui, Li Wenqian was the one who had some talent in composing music. The future "last queen of singing" had written many of her famous songs herself.
Li Wenqian asked excitedly, "So what are you going to do next? Are you going to release an album? Are you going to become a big star in the future? Are you still going to take the college entrance examination?"
Zhou Rui was speechless for a moment. This girl was thinking too far ahead.
"It's a big difference. If I didn't take the college entrance examination, my mother would break my legs. Besides, I just composed the music. I haven't even recorded a demo, nor have I arranged the music. I don't even have a computer. There will be a lot of trouble later."
Zhou Rui was also having a headache; he had no money, no equipment, and no connections. Although the song Sea of Stars was of high quality, there were too many hurdles involved if he really wanted to make money from it.
Just as the two of them were deep in thought, a third voice suddenly emerged from behind them.
"Well, if it's a computer, I have one."
Zhou Rui was shocked.
Shit, when did this third person appear?
Li Wenqian shuddered and tightly grasped Zhou Rui's school uniform, fearing that she would be abducted.
Zhou Rui looked back and saw a short and fat boy standing timidly behind them.
It turned out to be his classmate, Song Bin!
Song Bin was less than 1.7 meters tall but probably weighed more than 170 pounds. Being bullied for a long time had made him look gloomy and cowardly.
"When did you show up?"
Song Bin lowered his head and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was going home on the same road as you guys. I was behind you from the beginning, so I just heard a few words."
Zhou Rui suddenly thought of something, took out the N97 from his schoolbag, and said, "Did you put this on my desk?"
Song Bin twirled his fingers, his voice getting smaller and smaller. "Well, I was behind you yesterday, too. I really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard that Zhou Rui needed a cell phone, so I took the initiative. I'm sorry! I won't do it again next time!"
He was the one who gave the gift, but now he was apologizing.
Zhou Rui patted Song Bin on the shoulder and said, "I'm not asking you to apologize, but I think it's a bit too expensive."
Song Bin said hurriedly, "Well, it's for classmate Zhou Rui. Thank you for helping me yesterday. Ah! I'm not saying it's because you helped me yesterday, but that's not right. I mean…"
Seeing Song Bin's incoherent words, Zhou Rui sighed and waved his hand. "Come on, I'll accept the gift for now. I really need a mobile phone recently. I'll give you a better one later. Besides, we're in the same class, so don't call me 'classmate Zhou Rui.' Just call me Zhou Rui."
It took a few more minutes for Song Bin to speak fluently and no longer stutter nervously.
He was at the bottom of the social hierarchy at school, had no friends at all, and no one ever helped him. After what happened yesterday, Zhou Rui was the only one in the class who stood up, although his motive might not be what Song Bin imagined (Zhou Rui was worried about the trouble with the pen).
But it was enough to move Song Bin.