C127 Add in Shen Yi's Wechat

Ni Chenxi was shocked for a second. He opened his mouth and almost said what he had just said, but he quickly realized it. "Why do you want me to like her?"

"It's not that I want you to like her." Ni Chenjun, who did not get the answer he wanted, looked calm. "I just want you to understand your heart. Don't take these detours. It's not worth it."

Without waiting for him to ask, he picked up the glass and went to the kitchen. "Has Princeton's application been approved?"

Ni Chenxi was stunned for a moment before he responded, "Yes, it's just an email from today."

"I really don't know why your GRE and Tobu can't be up to 14th in English." Ni Chenjun walked to the kitchen door and suddenly looked back. He smiled and said, "Do you think Shen Yi will also get full marks for the Tofu exam?"

It was a blow from his own brother.

Ni Chenxi was speechless.

Because he had an inexplicable respect for Shen Yi's fluent English. Every time Shen Yi spoke English in front of him, he had the feeling that she was not a high school student. And it should be the feeling of a British person who had sailed across the sea and experienced the vicissitudes of life. Perhaps she was still the queen of the last century. Her entire body was suffused with the nobility and laziness that leaked out from her bones. Every time at this time, he felt that the entire world's radiance should be born around her.

Ni Chenjun washed the cup and went straight upstairs. He didn't want to care even if Ni Chenxi was staring blankly at the computer.

It was useless to force a person who did not want to be enlightened. If he forced too much, he would be annoyed.

After the bath, he sat in front of the desk in a bathrobe. He looked at the dark computer and hesitated for a moment before he decided to strike. He took out his phone from his coat and opened WeChat. In the middle of the page was a recommendation link. The profile picture was a pink pig. Its nickname was also very strange. It was called "Blood Pig Ball that can run."

Ni Chenjun felt that this "Piggy Blood Ball that could run" nickname looked a little strange, to the point that he was completely unable to connect it with the bright Shen Yi. After hesitating for a moment, he finally pressed "friend request."

The application was quickly approved, and Ni Chenjun subconsciously sat up straight. [Good evening.] Why isn't he asleep yet? ]

The status bar showed that the other party was typing, and soon, there was a notification: [Good evening.] I just finished practicing the zither and was about to sleep. You didn't sleep at this time of the night. Don't tell me you just got off work? ]

Ni Chenjun raised his eyebrows. Looks like you're in a good mood. You like pig blood meatballs?

Shen Yi sent him an emoji that covered his mouth and smiled. [Not bad, right? ]

Ni Chenjun did not know what she meant by not bad. He just assumed that she answered two questions with one sentence. [Your 'Ghost Fire' is great. Thanks to you, many people called me tonight to congratulate me. ]

As if surprised, she sent a message in the blink of an eye. [Why?]

[Because many people envy me for having such an excellent artiste. The more dazzling you are, the better it will be for my Eye of Happiness. ]

The other side paused for a moment before slowly replying: [Thank you.] "

Ni Chenjun felt that Shen Yi's reaction was a little cold, but he did not know why she suddenly became depressed. Ni Chenjun, who could not find a reason, had to change the topic. Do you practice until this late every day? "

[Usually, you only practice until 10: 30. Today, you suddenly became interested, so you practiced for a while longer. "

Ni Chenjun felt that this conversation was a little dry. After thinking for a while, he felt that he should have gone through the warm-hearted route in the middle of the night. [You are not in good health, so don't stay up late and sleep early.] "

The other side quickly replied, [Okay, good night. / Smile.]

Ni Chenjun felt like he was throwing a rock at his own feet when he saw the message.

Late at night in the theater:

Ni Chenjun: (pout) Mom! I don't want to like Shen Yi anymore. She's not good to me at all! She keeps scolding me!

Stupid author: (Slap on it) Unfilial son!