Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 501 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 19

"I'm looking for your mother!" Xie Zian rolled his eyes and turned to leave when he was suddenly pushed.

"You want to fight, huh!" He looked extremely impatient, grabbed the boy behind him by the hair and flung him away, and then used the free hand to slap Duan Ruofang.

Duan Ruofang was furious and led a group of people to fight Xie Zi'an.

Seeing this, Xia Siyuan, who was observing from upstairs, quickly called Ji Yunqi's other underlings downstairs and then started fighting with them.

Duan Ruofang cursed, "A bunch of sycophants!"

Xia Siyuan grabbed his collar and slapped him around: "What does it feel like to be beaten up by a simp?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was sneakily kicked in the back of the knee, nearly falling to his knees on the spot.

Someone laughed defiantly: "Hey, you don't have to kneel down just because you can't beat us!"

Xie Zian punched his mouth open: "Shut up, you idiot."

This outrageous incident unfolded blatantly in the school's open space, but it was quickly apprehended by the director of the academic affairs office and security guards who arrived at the scene.

Xie Zian wanted to run away, so he said to Xia Siyuan, "I'm going to pick up my brother and take him home. You cover me."

Xia Siyuan was dumbfounded: "I'll see your mom off, you care so much about your brother, why were you fighting just now? Why did you provoke them!"

Xie Zian said in a red voice, "Didn't you see? They provoked me first!" He had been holding back his anger, and he vented it like this.

He had been punched a few more times in the face, leaving bruises. After thinking for a moment, Xie Zian sent a message to Zhao Zhao.

"Forget it, I won't go. I'll go to the registrar's office with you instead." Zhao Zhao is sick, so it's better not to trouble him.

Xia Siyuan: "Pah!"

Zhao Zhao, a student in Class 1 of Grade 11, finally received a text message after waiting for most of the day.

[Brother: Zhao Zhao, you go home first. Don't use your phone on the way, and watch where you're going.]

Without thinking much, Zhao Zhao walked out of the classroom while looking at her phone.

Footsteps sounded behind him. "Xie Huaizhao! Why are you running around when you're sick?" It was Shen Xinghe's loud voice.

Zhao Zhao looked up at the boy standing in front of her, her face pale: "I'm going home."

Shen Xinghe was taken aback. "Going home... Oh."

He stepped aside, and Zhao Zhao walked past him. Looking at the boy's slender back, Shen Xinghe hesitated for a few seconds and whispered, "Do you need me to go with you to ask your teacher for leave?"

Zhao Zhao paused, but still refused: "No need."

"Thank you."

Zhao Zhao felt that Shen Xinghe was being a little too enthusiastic towards her.

If I remember correctly, just a few days ago, he hated himself.

Zhao Zhao didn't understand, but when she saw the message Shen Xinghe sent on her phone, "[Be careful on the road]", she typed two words back.

[.:Thanks]

After getting sick, Zhao Zhao didn't want to move much, probably because of a habit formed after her previous leg fracture. So, in a daze, she slept at home from the afternoon until the evening.

The plan to take Xie Zi'an to do part-time work was postponed again.

Anyway, it's almost seven o'clock now, and Xie Zi'an, who's been talking about going home for ages, still hasn't returned.

He didn't get a reply to his message. Thinking of something, Zhao Zhao wanted to send a message to Ji Yunqi, but found that she didn't have his contact information in her phone.

As a compromise, he thought of Shen Xinghe.

[Do you have Ji Yunqi's contact information?]

[Shen Xinghe: No.]

He replied quickly: [Shen Xinghe: My brother should have it, let me ask.]

After a while, my phone vibrated.

[Shen Xinghe: My brother asked Ye Lan again, and then they got in touch, 187...]

Zhao Zhao hadn't expected that asking for contact information would bother so many people, and a blush appeared on her pale face.

Thank you.

Ji Yunqi, still lying in the hospital, was playing a game when an unknown number kept calling him. Finally, he lost his patience.

He answered the phone and immediately yelled, "Who the hell is calling! You're driving me crazy with all this noise!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. He cursed "idiot" again and was about to hang up when a familiar, clear, and cold voice suddenly came through.

Is Xie Zi'an with you?

Ji Yunqi was slightly taken aback. The owner of the voice came to mind. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "He's not here. What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"Do not......"

He had barely uttered a word when the call was disconnected. Ji Yunqi chuckled, "Did I just scold you? Are you angry now?"

He muttered to himself, somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't do it on purpose."