Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Ningxi’s back stiffened. He then grabbed his backpack and ran off.

Only an idiot would stay and let her hit him!

Song Yaoyao woke up a little late today. By the time she arrived on the athletic field, the third class had already run a few laps.

The yellow sun rose on the horizon and a fresh gust of wind blew past.

The youngsters who were running toward the sun were youthful and full of vigor.

“Here.”

Someone handed over a stack of autographs and Song Yaoyao accepted it. She then sat down on the steps.

She flipped through them casually. “I thought you wouldn’t sign them.”

“Would I dare? It’s only right for me to bribe a future director.”

The youth shoved his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his school uniform and his black hair was being swept up by the wind. His tone was roguish and his gaze wandered into the distance.

“Pfff—”

Song Yaoyao was amused as she nodded in seriousness. “Don’t worry, when I film something, you will definitely be my first choice.”

Sigh—

Luo Xingguang retracted his gaze and looked at Song Yaoyao.

“I discovered you don’t understand the meaning of keeping a low profile.” He pulled out his phone and showed Song Yaoyao his QR code. He blinked. “Exchange?”

Song Yaoyao slowly scanned the code. “Accept”.

The QR code appeared and she accepted the friend request.

[Your friend request has been accepted. We can now chat.]

“Exchange complete!”

The two people made an exchange. When they finished and looked at each other, their eyes smiled.

“So you know how to joke too.” Luo Xinguang narrowed his eyes and watched as the sky slowly lit up. His lips curved.

He thought she was a boring person who only knew how to hit people. That she appeared cute but barely joked around.

By this time, the third class almost finished jogging and Song Yaoyao had clearly slacked off.

She pulled out her phone and discovered she had not replied to Meng Qiqi yet. Moreover, Meng Qiqi had sent her a series of messages.

Meng Qiqi: Babe?

Meng Qiqi: [kowtow.jpg] Babe, I’m not mocking you! Remember how we tried to get it together but failed?

Meng Qiqi: stop ignoring me!

Meng Qiqi: [crying.jpg]

Song Yaoyao had a feeling that this girl was just as talkative in real life as she was online.

But she had no idea that some people were completely different online compared to how they were in real life.

She pointed her camera toward the autographs, took a photo, and sent it.

The other party remained silent for an entire minute. A moment later, the screen was filled with exclamation marks.

Meng Qiqi: !!!!!

Meng Qiqi: Ahhhh! F*ck!!!! !

Meng Qiqi: Am I dreaming? You have so many!

Meng Qiqi: Wait…these autographs look familiar. Were these the ones in my hubby’s Weibo post last night?

Her excitement was exactly as expected.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes lit up and she started typing with a slight smirk.

Luo Xinguang looked at her. Judging by her smile, she seemed to be plotting something.

It’s Yaoyao: Do you want an autograph?

Meng Qiqi: Yes! I really want one!

Meng Qiqi: How much are you charging? I’m willing to go bankrupt for one! [lick.jpg]

Luo Xinguang was curious about who she was talking to. She seemed really happy. He glanced over casually and happened to see the conversation…

“It’s one of your super fans. Do you want to say anything? Song Yaoyao waved her phone and smiled like a fox.

Luo Xinguang sensed that she had ulterior motives.

He narrowed his eyes. “What do I get out of it?”

“I’ll treat you to milk tea.”

Luo Xinguang clicked his fingers and accepted the phone. “Deal!”