SFS Chapter 146 No, she's my secretary.
Chapter 146 No, she's my secretary.
Xian Zuling practically rushed to Ye Fan, her voice filled with obvious panic and urgency: "Ye Fan... the... the school gates are really closed! Locked! I can't get in! Do you... do you have a way to get me in?" She looked at him expectantly, like a frightened fawn.
Ye Fan took another sip of lemonade, his thoughts drifting as he pondered.
Go in?
This silly girl must know that even if she can get into the school gate, she can't get into the dormitory building, since the dormitory doors are closed at this time.
Seeing Ye Fan remain silent, Xian Zuling's cheeks flushed red instantly, and she was on the verge of tears: "Please! Take me into the school, okay? I'm alone outside at night... I... I'm scared..." Her voice was trembling with sobs.
There was nothing Ye Fan could do, and he didn't want to lie to her, so he shook his head and said, "The school gates are closed, so you can't get in. Even if you go in through the main gate, you'll have to go around in a big circle, and your legs will cramp up."
"I'm not afraid to walk! Really! Please take me back, okay?" The ancestral spirit grasped at the last straw and made an urgent promise.
Ye Fan shook his head again, bluntly stating the reality: "It's useless. Even if you manage to get into the school with great difficulty, the dormitory doors will be locked long ago, and you still won't be able to get in. The dormitory supervisor won't open the door for you."
"Ah!" Xian Zuling was struck as if by lightning, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.
She finally understood what Ye Fan meant by the "curfew" he had mentioned earlier—it wasn't just the school gate, but also the dormitory building! A huge sense of helplessness overwhelmed her, her eyes welled up, and tears quickly began to gather and swell.
Seeing that her tears were about to fall, Ye Fan's heart tightened, and he quickly softened his voice to comfort her: "Don't worry, don't worry! There's always a way out, it's not as bad as you think! Let me think of a way, okay?" He didn't want her to really cry here.
"Okay..." Xian Zuling's voice was thick with nasal tone. She nodded vigorously, as if she had grabbed the only piece of driftwood, placing all her hopes on Ye Fan.
Seeing her trying to hold back her tears, Ye Fan added, "Please don't cry out loud! There are a lot of people around here. If someone sees you crying, they might think I've bullied you, and I'll never be able to clear my name."
"Mmm!" Xian Zuling sniffed hard, desperately forcing back her tears, silently encouraging herself: "Xian Zuling, be strong! Don't cry! Don't cause him trouble!"
Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and casually handed her his half-finished glass of lemonade: "Here, have a couple of sips to calm your nerves. Sweetness can help you stay composed..."
Then he pointed to the computer screen, "As you can see, I still have a 'combat mission' to finish, which I agreed to with my teammates. I'll help you with this after I finish this game, okay?"
Xian Zuling knew she was disturbing the other person, so she quickly held up her cup and nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "It's okay, it's okay! You go ahead and do your thing! I'll wait here, as long as it takes!" As long as the problem could be solved, she was willing to wait as long as it took.
"Okay, find yourself a seat, there are empty chairs over there." Ye Fan had barely finished speaking when his phone screen lit up. It was a barrage of WeChat messages from Lao Zhao: Lao Zhao: Lao Ye! What the hell are you doing?! You've been dawdling for ages! Hurry up and open it! We're waiting for you to pack it!
Ye Fan quickly replied: What's the rush! Are you trying to kill me? I'm coming right now!
He had just picked up his headphones, ready to put them on and start the next game, when a guy with dyed blond hair from the next table—the one who had just teamed up with them—came over with a grin and offered him a cigarette: "Hey bro, is this your girlfriend?"
He gestured towards the ancestral spirit with his lips.
Ye Fan subconsciously glanced at the ancestral spirit beside him—sure enough, the girl's face turned bright red again, even her ears turned pink.
Why does this girl blush so easily?
This blond guy just teamed up with Ye Fan and Zhao Mingzhe.
He looked away and lazily shook his head at the blond-haired man: "No, she's my secretary..." His tone was as casual as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
Upon hearing this, Xian Zuling suddenly looked up at Ye Fan, her lips slightly parted, her eyes filled with astonishment and a complex emotion that was hard to describe. She seemed to want to speak up and explain something, but in this environment and in front of strangers, she ultimately did not dare to utter a sound. She simply lowered her head silently and tightened her grip on the cup.
The blond guy next to him paused for a moment, then gave a knowing, knowing smile, and chuckled lewdly, "Envious! Bro, you really know how to have fun! You even have a secretary... Secretaries are great... hehehe..."
The blond guy thought Ye Fan was playing a role as a secretary...
His expression and laughter were full of a certain unspoken implication, as if to say, "When there's work to be done, the secretary will do it; when there's nothing to do, the secretary will take care of it."
Ye Fan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids at such pointless teasing, nor did he bother to offer a single word of explanation.
With a "click," I put on my headphones, quickly adjusted my mindset, and refocused my attention on the game world filled with gunfire.
Only the ancestral spirit beside him, amidst the noisy background noise, had its burning cheeks that lingered for a long time.
......
The game finally ended. Ye Fan logged out of his account, shut down his computer, and got up.
The startled little rabbit standing up immediately followed closely behind the ancestral statue.
He didn't speak, and she didn't dare to ask; she simply watched his tall, straight back in silence.
Xian Zuling knew she was tall and always stood out among the girls, but now, following behind Ye Fan, she felt that he was almost a head taller than her—perhaps it was from the angle of looking up, but Ye Fan was indeed more than ten centimeters taller than her, and the difference was even more obvious under the dim light.
As Ye Fan approached the internet cafe, he stopped and glanced down at his watch in the light of the streetlamp outside. The dial clearly showed: 1:25 AM.
The midnight wind carried a chill through the empty streets, and the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance only accentuated the surrounding silence.
Xian Zuling couldn't help but yawn, a mixture of drowsiness and unease.
She finally mustered her courage and asked timidly, with her last glimmer of hope, "Ye Fan... can you... can you take me back to school now?" Her voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Why is this silly girl so stubborn? Go back?
It was past 1 a.m., and the school gates were locked. The dormitory supervisor was probably already in her warm bed. Where could she have gone?
Why can't she face reality?
Seeing her eyes welling up with tears again, Ye Fan swallowed the truth that was on the tip of his tongue. Forget it, don't explain. If he makes her cry again, and her crying echoes through the streets in the middle of the night, he really won't be able to explain himself.
Ye Fan thought for a moment, then took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "Take this."