Han Leng took out his phone from his cabinet. Of course, it was not as expensive as Zhao Youyue's Fruit Phone 8th Gen. However, this phone was the most suitable for Han Leng. It had a high battery capacity. Even if he used it non-stop, he could still use it for more than 30 hours.
However, as a student, he only dared to use his phone in the dormitory. Of course, he would not use it non-stop. Other than spending two hours typing a chapter on his phone every day, he would not overuse it. He was conscious of saving his phone's battery, ensuring that it was only charged once a week.
In fact, the school was crazy enough to not connect the plugs in the dormitory to ensure that students would not play with their phones. However, it was useless for smart students. This was because there was something called a "battery charger" in this world. As long as a battery was inserted, the phone could be charged. You could even prepare a few power banks, and replace them after each use. Then, on Sundays, you could fully charge both the phone and the power bank in one go.
Han Leng simply found it troublesome. At the same time, it was also to restrain himself. He was too lazy to create a "battery charger" or a "power bank". Although he was addicted to writing, in the general environment of this school, he also valued results. The key was that if his results were not good, he would definitely be targeted by the teachers, and his parents would not give him so much freedom. It was very annoying.
Han Leng tapped on the "Wechat" icon, then on the "Contacts" section, and was ready to add Zhao Youyue as a friend. Although he had memorized Zhao Youyue's Wechat ID in his mind, his fingers seemed to be stiff, and it was difficult for him to enter the line of numbers. He blushed slightly, and then he remembered that this was the first girl who took the initiative to give him her Wechat ID, and she was such a beautiful girl
Although many people sometimes knew that they might be thinking too much, they would always have this inexplicable illusion that they might not be thinking too much.
Han Leng knew that it was just a normal transaction between him and Zhao Youyue, and nothing else. But why did Zhao Youyue look for him? He was really good at writing, but he believed that there must be others who would be willing to write a remorse letter for Zhao Youyue for the 300 RMB, because it was already a small amount of money for a high school student.
Is she interested in me? Am I special in her eyes? Did my aloof literary style move her?
Han Leng knew that he was overthinking things. It was just like how he always felt that he could kill the enemy when he was playing League of Legends. Now, he also had the illusion that she liked him. Even though he knew it was an illusion, he couldn't help but fantasize about it.
Damned youth, damned hormones, my soul will never be tainted by the sour smell of love, it's all the fault of this disappointing body!
"Yo, Ah Leng, are you on WeChat with your girlfriend?" Zhang Xin, Zhang Leng's roommate, had just returned from exercising and was sweating profusely. He glanced at Han Leng's phone screen while drinking a cold cola and said casually with a smile.
Han Leng denied it decisively. "Don't joke around. How can I have a girlfriend? No woman can understand me. Women are all superficial creatures!"
At the same time, he could not help but think of Zhao Youyue. He felt that she was not shallow at all. She had a lot of depth, but she did not show it on the surface.
"Tsk, Ah Leng, you are destined to be a single dog in the future. The third year of high school is the golden time to pick up girls. You are also a scholar, a literary youth. It would be a pity if you don't make use of this advantage." Zhang Xin sincerely suggested.
Zhang Xin's family background wasn't bad. It could be seen from the way he dressed. Unfortunately, this broken school required him to wear a school uniform. He could only wear branded clothes on Sundays. Fortunately, he didn't have a uniform, or else he wouldn't be able to wear a pair of basketball shoes that cost more than two thousand yuan.
Zhang Xin had decided to find a girlfriend during the third year of high school. Otherwise, he would have regrets in his youth.
Han Leng curled his lips, as if he did not want to use his talent to pick up girls. He was a narcissist deep down in his bones. He always thought that the girl who was worthy of his attention would be the one who could discover his inner qualities and depth. Unfortunately, most of the girls in this world were stupid.
After being interrupted by his roommate, the little knot in his heart disappeared. He felt a little disappointed. He had to admit that the feeling just now was amazing.
He sent a friend request to Zhao Youyue. The remark was "Tycoon Friend". It should be able to verify his identity.
After sending the friend request, he could not help but think that girls should be very reserved. Even if they saw the friend request, they would probably delay it …
"I have accepted your friend request. Now we can start chatting."
Han Leng realized that Zhao Youyue had accepted his friend request within seconds. Then, he saw two red envelopes on Wechat. "Congratulations on being rich and lucky". He opened the red envelopes. One was 200 RMB, and the other was 100 RMB. A total of 300 RMB was deposited into his Wechat wallet.
"Great author, this is your reward. Keep it up (* ≧ ▽ ∀)" Zhao Youyue was a heavy mobile phone addict. Her hand speed was quite amazing.
Han Leng felt that Zhao Youyue was different from other girls. Just by her generosity in sending him red envelopes, he decided to settle the remorse letter as soon as possible. This was called returning a peach with a plum.
"How generous! I will complete the task as soon as possible. Don't worry. "
"Oh yeah, great author, what is the title of your novel on Qidian novel website? (?? Ω??)? "
Han Leng did not reply immediately. He felt that if he replied with the title of the novel, it would be too embarrassing. Although his image in front of Zhao Youyue was completely ruined, he did not want to be ruined again. Moreover, Zhao Youyue was indeed a girl who gave him a special feeling.
So, he thought for a while and replied, "You don't need to know. I write for male readers. You girls will definitely not like it."
Upon seeing this reply, Zhao Youyue smiled slyly and opened her Qidian novel website account. Her ID was "Youyue". She took a screenshot of the remaining balance of more than 300,000 Qidian coins in her account and sent it over. Following that, she sent another message, "Don't hesitate, tell me the title of the book, and I'll immediately tip you a Sect Master _ (: з 」 ∠) _
Han Leng saw the balance of Zhao Youyue's Qidian coins and rolled his eyes. It was really cheap to read novels on Qidian. One thousand words only cost five cents. He wrote 2000 words a day. Readers only needed to spend ten cents, or three RMB a month to fully subscribe to his books. However, there were still readers who chose to read pirated versions. That's right. In this world of China, piracy was also very serious, especially online piracy.
Therefore, a few dozen RMB was enough for an ordinary reader to read the original novel for a long time. However, Zhao Youyue only needed a few thousand RMB to top up her coins.
But this time, Han Leng was determined not to be tempted by money. He refused to reveal the title of his novel.
Zhao Youyue shook her head helplessly. She did not understand why Han Leng changed his mind, but she did not take it to heart.
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