When Tang Cuo returned to China, he had a small period of free time and nothing to do, so he went to school to wander around. He asked Tang Xu for a class schedule, and whenever Tang Xu had class, he would wake up early in the morning, run to the school, and sneak into the back of the classroom, where he would secretly laugh while looking at the teacher in front.
He insisted on not taking Tang Xu’s car to school, saying that he wanted to take the bus early in the morning to truly feel like he was going to listen to Tang Xu’s class and to have the feeling of travelling a long distance just to catch a glimpse of him.
Tang Xu laughed at him and said, “We sleep on the same bed every night; where is the feeling of travelling a long distance?”
The person who was cutting fruit on the side let out a hum and said, “Then I might as well go to the United States to find a job. There was really a company that wanted me before.”
Tang Xu raised an eyebrow and realised that this kid had really grown wings.
“Okay,” he extended his hand and gestured towards a bomb, “go ahead.”
“Hey!” Tang Cuo immediately shouted, “I’ll break your record soon!”
Tang Xu took away his phone and threw it aside, saying, “What’s yours is mine.”
