After Marrying the School Grass (MTL)

Chapter 67

    Jian Ran has written two letters of guarantee in total when he has lived to this age. The first time was when he was young and ignorant, and his mother coaxed him into writing a guarantee that "I will never marry a wife and forget my mother." The second time was when he was coerced by his high school teacher and wrote a guarantee: "No matter how gentle and beautiful girls chase me, I will never fall in love prematurely." He never expected that the third letter of guarantee would be written when he was twenty years old, and it would be written to a boy.

Jian Ran returned to the dormitory. Shen Zixiao was the only one in the dormitory. The dog roommate was sitting at the table. For the first time, he was not playing with the computer or mobile phone, but was immersed in writing something.

Jian Ran asked: "What are you doing?"

Shen Zixiao said vaguely: "I'm studying."

"Don't embarrass yourself." Jian Ran said sarcastically, "If you don't go out to eat skewers and stay in the dormitory to study, I will think you have been haunted."

Shen Zixiao argued: "Don't look down on others."

Jian Ran walked over and said, "Okay, let me see if you are studying."

Shen Zixiao threw himself on the table, blocking the pen and paper tightly, "If you don't want to see it, get out of here."

"How did you talk to your adoptive father?" Jian Ran rolled up his sleeves and said, "You are looking for trouble. Do you know that your adoptive father was almost killed by you?"

Shen Zixiao laughed angrily, "Hello? Who was almost killed by whom, could you please tell me again?"

Jian Ran hesitated, "Forget it."

Writing a letter of guarantee to your wife is not a glorious thing, so it's better not to show it off.

Ji Yuanxi came back from the shower and said while wiping his hair: "Today's skewers are so delicious, Xiaogou, you missed 100 million."

"It's okay," Shen Zixiao said, "Jian Ran still owes me a few meals. Let him treat me next time."

Jian Ran: "Haha."

"By the way, Lao Ji," Shen Zixiao said mysteriously, "I want to ask you something."

"Ask."

Shen Zixiao glanced at the door and lowered his voice: "Do you have... that..."

"Ah?" Ji Yuanxi picked his ears, "I just took a shower and my brain was flooded. Please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly!"

Shen Zixiao raised his voice: "Have you ever written a letter of apology to your wife?!"

Jian Ran, who was playing with his mobile phone, paused with his fingertips and pricked up his ears.

"Yes, I have."

"What about the guarantee letter?" Jian Ran asked.

"Yes," Ji Yuanxi said indifferently, "I wrote it several times."

"How many times?" Jian Ran was surprised, "What have you done?"

"When I first started dating, I didn't understand anything. I watched a movie alone with my neighbor's sister who I had played with since childhood and didn't report it. She was so angry that I wrote a thousand-word self-reflection letter to coax her back; Once, she came back to Shanghai with me and met a high school classmate on the street. I subconsciously let go of her hand, and she thought I didn't want to make the relationship public, so she wrote again..."