The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 103 Campus Prince ([-])

In addition, as long as she can pay her heart-wrenching rewards, she can help complete it.

During this period, not only did her various abilities improve, but she also gained more contacts.

However, things at school are going well, but her family is...

"I'll give you three seconds to answer the phone!" The low and indifferent male voice suddenly interrupted Shui Jing's message.

Feitong reluctantly took out her mobile phone, adjusted her clothes, sat upright, and then pressed the button to connect.

"Master!"

"I'm going back tonight. Do you want macarons or vanilla soufflé?" came a voice from the other side that was exactly the same as the ringtone on the mobile phone, and it was more domineering and nice-sounding. But if you listen carefully, you may find that this voice has Tired.

I thought it was some urgent order, but after a little reaction, Fei Tong replied in a daze?

"Which one do you want?" The person opposite asked again impatiently, with a faintly dangerous voice.

"Ahem, please give me half a minute to think." Fei Tong replied immediately, and began to make difficult choices.

The macaron cake has distinct layers, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, very chewy when you take a bite; while the vanilla soufflé is fluffy and light, and will melt when touched on the tip of the tongue. If she could, she would want both.

But the person opposite her was not someone she could ask for, so she could only worry about her heart and make difficult choices.

"Ma, let's go for macaron cake." Feitong frowned and said, maybe this one is a little more in quantity and can be eaten for a longer time.

"Understood." There was a slight smile in the voice over there, imperceptible.

After speaking, he hung up.

The duration of the call shall not exceed 2 minutes.

Fei Tong stared at the phone screen, puzzled.

The situation over there must be very urgent. I heard that the supervisor there hasn't slept for three days, and Huo Junyao must have been without rest either.

Why do you still call her to ask such a trivial matter?

Without thinking about it, Fei Tong threw the phone aside, continued to look at the situation in the water mirror, and at the same time planned a specific plan for the assist in her mind.

There is no so-called noon break in Lingxi High School, and eating is also a class, which needs to be completed in a specific classroom.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon until school was over.

Fei Tong put on a stable and capable appearance, standing upright in front of the car, her huge sunglasses almost covering half of her face.

Ban Jingshuang was the first to come out, carrying a schoolbag and walking briskly.

From far to near in three or two steps, he greeted her with a smile.

Out of the principle of assisting, Feitong asked politely: "Do you want to go together?"

Ban Jingshuang didn't hesitate, shook his head and refused, with a clear and cold voice: "Thank you, Sister Feitong, but I still have something to do, and being late will affect my reputation."

Fei Tong nodded with a smile, didn't say anything, and watched her leave.

Suddenly, she felt a resentful sight.

Feitong turned around and saw a group of people surrounding her young master, slowly moving this way.

Those students are actually very polite, they are neither far nor close, and they speak slowly and politely.

But as Fei Tong who has been with Huo Junyang for three years, she can judge from his subtle reactions with just one glance: he is not in a good mood.

Her young master, it seems that since the spring heart sprouted, his mood has been unpredictable, changing every second.

The resentful gaze deepened.

Fei Tong raised a standard arc, full of momentum, and her steps were not big, but she quickly walked to Huo Junyang's side and helped him separate from the others.

"Young masters and young ladies, my young master still has something to do, so let's go ahead." She nodded politely towards those people.

The so-called "something happened" is actually just an excuse, a "business term" that most people default to.

(End of this chapter)