Sharpen the knife and cut the vegetable bow by mistake [MTL]

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[CHAPTER 29]

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"So, you're rejected again?"

Fu Zhou's face was gloating, and he sighed again and again, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Yang Yunche, invited the same person twice in a row, and actually missed." "

Yang Yunche was wearing a black mask and hat, and after hearing Fu Zhou's words, he didn't say a word, lowered the brim of his hat, covered his eyes, and turned his head to ignore him.

"Don't you think you're a lot like a licking dog right now?"

Fu Zhou grinned and reached out to lift his hat, but Yang Yunche quickly dodged him.

They were waiting for the bus at a bus stop in the capital, and there were a few students waiting for the bus standing around them, looking at them with curiosity.

Even though Yang Yunche said simple casual clothes, hats and masks to cover his face tightly, his height of 1.87 meters and slender body with long hands and feet, coupled with his unconcealable temperament, are very conspicuous in the crowd, like a model who wants to go out to take pictures.

"Do you have to take the bus?"

Yang Yunche's voice came from under the mask, sounding muffled.

"The car from the new base has been sent for repairs, and it's only a few stops away."

Fu Zhou didn't give him a chance to change the topic, and asked, "Then what are you going to do to continue contact?"

"...... Well. "

Although he was rejected twice in a row, Yang Yunche could also see that it was not that he had an opinion on ZMD, but that he had not yet decided whether to play professionally, after all, he was only a first-year freshman at Shoudian, and it was good to be cautious in the face of this kind of thing.

It was impossible for Yang Yunche to give up like this.

"Yes, anyway, our base is about to move to the capital, and there will be a lot of time for contact at that time."

Fu Zhou nodded, "Find a chance to meet with others, show a little sincerity, if Fang Fang really has the idea of playing professionally, he will definitely give priority to us..."

"The car is coming."

Yang Yunche interrupted him.

Fu Zhou shrugged his shoulders and got into the car with Yang Yunche.

It's not the rush hour for commuting, and there aren't many people in the car, sitting scattered, probably bā jiǔ or so.