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Chapter 565

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Lin Jiage raised his head from the computer screen and glanced at Shi Yao, "I'm fine."

Shi Yao replied with an "Oh". Seeing that Lin Jiage had returned his attention back to the computer, she plugged in her earphones and went to play with [Desolate Year].

In the end, Shi Yao was still afraid that she would disturb Lin Jiage, so she didn't speak much throughout the game.

Even when she had to speak, she did so in a soft voice.

Back when Lin Jiage was still in junior high, he could already play games on the computer while doing his homework.

So, to the current him, it was a walk in the park for him to work on his project while listening to Shi Yao's words.

The atmosphere on the balcony was very harmonious.

The sound of Lin Jiage's typing on the keyboard and Shi Yao's soft and mellow voice mixed together, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Time always passed quickly when one was in the game or at work, and before they knew it, it was already eleven at night.

After ending a game, Shi Yao turned to [Desolate Year] and said, "It's getting late, so I'm not playing anymore."

[Desolate Year] didn't try to persuade her to stay. He simply replied, "Alright."

Shi Yao bade him goodbye and was just about to leave the room when [Desolate Year]'s voice sounded in her earphones once more, "Right, Yao …"

Shi Yao hurriedly retracted her finger from the screen and asked, "What's wrong?"

[Desolate Year]: "Do you still remember what we agreed on that night when we stayed in the same hotel in Shenzhen?"

Shi Yao pondered for a moment before recalling that she was going to report to school tomorrow, so she asked, "Are you talking about the meeting?"

On the balcony, Lin Jiage heard Shi Yao's words, and his typing on the keyboard slowed down.

That wild man was still thinking of meeting Soft Bun after obtaining [Desolate Year Little Cutie]?

[Desolate Year]: "Yes yes yes, that's it. I'll be heading to your school early tomorrow afternoon. However, didn't we agree on having dinner at the canteen? Tiantian told me that she wants to eat hotpot, and there's an authentic hotpot restaurant near your school called Spicy Hotpot. Do you know about it? Let's eat there tomorrow, alright? "

Even though it wasn't the location they had agreed on, considering that there were classmates she knew there, and it was a hotpot restaurant that she was familiar with, Shi Yao didn't think too much about it. "Sure, let's have hotpot tomorrow then …"

Shi Yao paused for a moment before asking, "What time?"

Desolation: "Probably between seven and eight o 'clock? Is that okay? "

Shi Yao: "No, I'll see you tomorrow night between seven to eight."

Seven o 'clock in the evening to eight o' clock … that late?

The frown on Lin Jiage's forehead deepened, and even his fingers, which were swiftly tapping away on the keyboard, suddenly froze.

After ending her conversation with [Desolate Year], Shi Yao put away her phone, stood up, stretched her back, and decided to take a bath.

Before leaving, she shot a glance at Lin Jiage and asked, "Are you still busy?"

Hearing those words, Lin Jiage hurriedly reined in his thoughts regarding his meeting with Shi Yao during the Desolate Era and replied, "I'm still lacking."

"Alright then, rest early after you're done with your work. You just had a fever last night, so don't sleep too late today. I'm going to take a shower."

Lin Jiage replied with a gentle "Mm" before adding a "Goodnight".

Shi Yao replied with a "Goodnight" before pushing open the door to the balcony and returning to her bedroom.

When the curtains on Shi Yao's side were drawn, the light from her balcony instantly dimmed. Lin Jiage immediately took out his phone and logged into [Desolate Year Little Cutie]'s game account …

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