100: Chapter 100 The Cottage Guests' Parting Dates

Bullet Screen: [Shen Yanzhou is doing well for himself now, he's even become a coach.]

[Shen Yanzhou is quite smooth, he went straight for the hands-on approach.]

[This wave is truly a bit ambiguous. Can Shen Yanzhou seize the opportunity? He's already missed out on several female guests.]

[This is practically being a hooligan! Let go of that girl and let me do it!]

[Rong Shuwan's temperament is so like a teacher, so gentle. It reminds me of my high school teacher.]

Shen Yanzhou moved to her side, carefully observing her movements. His focused gaze made her feel a bit uneasy.

"Try swinging now."

He stepped back a few paces, giving her some space.

Rong Shuwan tried to mimic Shen Yanzhou's movements, but as a result, she missed.

She felt a bit embarrassed, a touch of pink coloring her face.

"Am I... too clumsy?"

Shen Yanzhou quickly said, "Of course not. You're much better than I was the first time. When I first swung, I threw the club right out of my hands and almost hit someone."

Rong Shuwan covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes shimmering.

Shen Yanzhou possessed a sense of humor that didn't quite match his status or age, and he was actually quite good at taking care of people.

She had always thought CEOs were cold or wore a stern face all day, being very serious with everyone.

She could tell that Shen Yanzhou wasn't just pretending to be humorous.

"Try one more time," Shen Yanzhou said, his eyes encouraging.

The caddy nearby looked on with envy. Being a big boss is so good!

When would he be able to go from picking up balls to hitting them?

Rong Shuwan gently hit the ball out, about twenty meters away.

Shen Yanzhou clapped happily like a seal.

"Great job, that's huge progress!" Shen Yanzhou encouraged.

The caddy on the side thought, 'In the end, I'm still the one who has to go pick up the ball!'

'It would be better if she hadn't hit it!'

"Your overall posture is correct, there are just a few small details..." Shen Yanzhou began to guide her.

"Put this hand here, and then, I..." Shen Yanzhou didn't know whether he should touch Rong Shuwan's hand or if he dared to.

His hand hovered indecisively, making the audience truly anxious!

[This coward, just put your hand on there!]

[The food is being fed right to his mouth and he doesn't even know how to swallow!]

[So frustrating! This useless thing, let me do it instead!]

...

Heartbeat House.

Chi Zhao, unable to borrow any money, called his good brother.

He still had to rely on old friends!

"Hey, Leizi, how've you been these past few days?"

"Not bad. What about you? How's the pursuit of that Jiang Miaozhu going?"

"Uh, well, it's alright." Chi Zhao looked embarrassed.

'Alright' meant—she's not ready to be with me yet.

"Then you've got to work harder, your brother is counting on you."

"Introduce me to some beautiful starlets when the time comes!"

Gao Lei hadn't watched 'sound of heartbeat' for a long time because he was busy with his own album; he had almost forgotten about this bro.

"That's no problem. When your buddy hits the big time, I definitely won't forget you."

"That's good."

Silence on both ends of the phone. Three seconds, five seconds...

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Gao Lei had plans to hit the clubs with his boys tonight.

He was going to play some pool in the afternoon first to get in the mood.

"Um, can you lend me five thousand yuan first?" Chi Zhao had learned to be smart.

What was this method called, the Broken Windows Theory? Or something like that.

Anyway, it's about tearing the roof off first; if you don't agree, I'll open a window. If you still don't agree, you're not giving me face, and there's no way to justify that.

So, he was prepared for five thousand to be rejected, and then for three thousand to be accepted.

I, Chi Zhao, am too smart!

A sage!

"Five thousand? I don't have that. You know, I've been working on my album lately..." Gao Lei said awkwardly.

"Sigh, then I won't make it hard for you. Three thousand should be fine, right?"

If you're my brother, don't haggle with me anymore.

"Three thousand... I don't have it."

Chi Zhao's voice rose an octave: "You don't even have three thousand?!"

"Don't you also not have it?" Gao Lei rolled his eyes. How dare he shout at me.

If I lend you a single cent, I'll take your last name!

Pah!

What a joke!

"I... this is just an accident for me. Then two thousand should be fine!"

"Hello? Chi Zhao, can you hear me?"

"Hello? *Static noise*... Hello?" Gao Lei performed a bit of beatboxing, mimicking a bad signal.

Chi Zhao's heart went cold.

What kind of brother is this? He won't even give me two thousand yuan!

"Two hundred!"

"What? I can't hear you! Is the signal this bad? I'm going to get busy now, don't contact me whether you have something or not."

Gao Lei hung up the phone, a perfect interpretation of what it means to be—brothers!

Brothers in heart!

And only in the heart, nowhere else!

I can take two stabs for you, but I can't let you spend my money!!

No way!

"What a piece of work!" Chi Zhao spat.

None of them can be counted on!

Fair-weather friends!

When I have money to treat you guys to ramen, you all call me Brother Chi!

Now, you're straight-up acting like there's no signal.

Dammit!

Where can I get three thousand yuan from!

"How about you try buying a lottery ticket? Maybe you can take a gamble. It's only twenty yuan a ticket anyway."

Seeing Chi Zhao's troubled expression, He Yunshen was completely dumbfounded. He asked in disbelief:

"You don't even have twenty yuan, do you?!"

"I do, I have twenty. But can you lend me another two hundred..."

He Yunshen quickly rolled over.

*Snore~ wheeze~*

He Yunshen—instantly asleep!

Chi Zhao's mouth twitched, his eyes twitched, his heart twitched!

What kind of people are these?!

"Hey, you're a manager after all, you don't even have two hundred yuan?"

He Yunshen murmured, as if talking in his sleep: "Aren't you a rapper? *Snore~ wheeze~*"

"A rapper can't even produce two hundred yuan? *Snore~ wheeze~*"

Chi Zhao—broken!

One side in sorrow, the other in joy.

Xiao Wenhan summoned his courage today to ask Ning Le out to play.

To let her experience the joy of racing.

This was also according to his captain's dating secret: taking a girl to your home turf is the only way to show off your charm.

Ning Le wore a light blue dress with her hair in a cute bun. A few stray strands hung by her cheeks, making her face look even smaller.

She saw the box in Xiao Wenhan's hand and asked curiously, "What's this?"

"A small gift."

Xiao Wenhan handed it over somewhat shyly; this was his first time giving a girl a gift.

"I hope you like it." Xiao Wenhan felt a bit apprehensive.

Ning Le couldn't wait to open the box. Inside was an exquisite red racing car model.

"This is..." She looked up in surprise.

"The winning car from last year's Asian Youth Championship, a scale replica."

Xiao Wenhan scratched his head. "I assembled it myself, so some details might not be perfect..."

"It's already very good, super perfect! I can't see any flaws!" Ning Le couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, carefully stroking the racing model.

"Thank you for the gift, I really like it!"

This was the first time she had been given such a special gift by a boy.

Very unique.

And very meaningful.

A handmade gift always carries a unique value.