The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans [QT] (part 2)

Chapter 231

Buying this house in full has exhausted all the savings of He Qingyu's parents, so naturally they have no money for a second renovation. Fortunately, the previous owner had only renovated the house a few years ago, and the furniture had not been moved away, so they can still be used. In addition, the previous owner's aesthetic taste was also very good, so at least there was nothing that looked unpleasant.

Taking out the key and opening the door, He Qingyu called into the room, "Mom and Dad, I'm back."

As expected, there was no response. He Qingyu was used to it. She changed her shoes in the entrance hall, threw her schoolbag on the sofa, touched her hungry stomach, took a banana from the coffee table, peeled it and took a bite, and then the next moment the strange taste in her mouth made her spit it out again, "Why is this banana so bad? Did Mom buy a bad banana?"

As she said this, He Qingyu looked at the other bananas on the coffee table again, and walked to the kitchen resignedly. When she passed the door of her room, she suddenly saw someone sitting by the desk. She turned her head and took a closer look. The desk was full of teaching materials that her mother had found for her yesterday, and the stool stood upright in front of the desk.

"Nothing." He Qingyu smiled, secretly thinking that she was suspicious, and then walked into the kitchen.

She found the noodles from the cupboard, added water to the pot, and was about to turn on the fire when she suddenly paused, took out her cell phone and dialed a number. The phone rang a few times before it was connected. A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Baby, Mom is in a meeting and will be back late tonight. If you are hungry, remember to eat. No more talk."

"Wait." He Qingyu stopped the other party from hanging up the phone, "Mom, have you been home today?"

"No, what's wrong, baby?"

"What about Dad? Has he been home?" He Qingyu asked again.

"Dad was on a business trip yesterday and will not be back until tomorrow. Baby, be good. Mom is busy now. If there is anything, we can talk when we get home." Then she hung up the phone.

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, He Qingyu's forehead was sweating coldly. He hadn't been home, so who lifted the stool in her room?

A few days later, the results came out. Ling Chunan rubbed his sore waist, ordered someone not to follow him, and came to school alone.

Facts have proved that no matter what this man's identity is, his ability in that aspect is innate. This time, perhaps because he has been holding it in for too long, Ling Chunan has not gotten out of bed in the past few days. If it weren't for today being the day to fill in the application form, he probably wouldn't have gotten up yet.

"Hello, senior."

"Thank you, senior."

...

There were many people who greeted Ling Chunan along the way. He nodded to them one by one, with a lukewarm attitude, but it made those fans excited.

In fact, the results had already been checked online before, and the application form would not start until tomorrow. Coming to school today was just a formality.

When Ling Chunan arrived in the classroom, most of the classmates had already arrived. Seeing Ling Chunan coming, they all looked excited and came up to him.

Classmate A: "Zi Yan, have you checked your results? How are they?"

Ling Chunan: "Not bad."

Classmate B: "Our class has an event tonight. You have missed us so many times. You must come this time."