The man's voice was as clear as ever.

Xu Xizhou clenched his phone tightly, like holding his last life-saving straw.

"I... received an offer from the school today..."

"Worrying about tuition fees? Don't worry, since I let you go back to F2, I will naturally let you finish university."

Xu Xizhou let go of his dangling heart and said thank you.

"Anything else?"

"No, you... busy."

Zhuang Jingchun put down the phone, opposite, his partner was looking at him a little nervously.

"Mr. Zhuang, are you not satisfied with this performance? I heard that you are very accomplished in classical music, so..."

Zhuang Jingchun pressed his eyebrows, the impatience on his face shouldn't be so obvious, right?

However, what happened to Xu Xizhou's voice just now? Like a cold?

That guy is rough and fleshy. Even if he is sick, he should be able to take care of himself, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

He comforted himself so much, but he didn't see anything in the next performance, and he always felt a little boring.

He flew back to Wancheng that night. He was supposed to go back to the main house to accompany Jiang Xia, but after getting into the car, he asked the driver to change the route.

Xu Xizhou was burned into a daze, his body seemed to be immersed in flames, and his thoughts were chaotic, he seemed to see a pair of light green eyes.

A pair of cool hands reached out and probed his forehead.

Xu Xizhou didn't know if it was his own illusion. He seemed to see a trace of concern in those two-way indifferent eyes?

He didn't have the energy to think too much, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Woke up again, the next morning. His fever subsided completely, and his whole body felt extremely light, as if he had been reborn.

He walked out of the room and walked to the spiral staircase, and was surprised to find that Zhuang Jingchun was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Next to the sofa, there is a huge cardboard box.

"woke up?"

Zhuang Jingchun's eyes swept over without a trace, and her tone was flat.

"Come here to unpack the courier."

Who will send him something? Xu Xizhou went downstairs ignorantly, walked to the cardboard box, and was slightly startled when he saw the sender on it.

It turned out to be sent by Lu Rong.

Chapter 011 Good News

Xu Xizhou opened the carton and was surprised to find that it was a brand new F1 simulator. The forged carbon fiber steering wheel panel was expensive at first glance.

There was a sticky note inside, and the writing on it was beautiful and broad.

——Xiaozhou, even if you leave the Lu family, I still treat you as a younger brother. I know your birthday is over, this gift might be a little late, I hope you like it.

Xu Xizhou looked at the note with a very complicated mood. Unexpectedly, Lu Rong didn't even care about what he did at the coming-of-age ceremony, and gave him gifts generously.

Or is it that Lu Rong thought he liked men and was certain that he was not posing any threat to him, so he simply gave him some small favors and let him relax his guard?

"Keep the things sent by others, don't think about it."

Xu Xizhou didn't rush to put on the simulator, but looked at the lazy man sitting on the sofa.

"When did you... come back? Was it last night?"

He wanted to know if those green eyes with concern were his own delusions.

"You're burned out, I just came home this morning."

"How do you know I have a fever?"

There was a trace of discomfort in Zhuang Jingchun's green eyes, "Listen to your own voice, it's all dumb. When you wake up, go eat something, there is porridge in the pot."

"Oh, did you cook it?" Xu Xizhou asked casually, wondering if he was having a concussion.

Zhuang Jingchun seemed to be insulted by this sentence, Qing Jun's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, "You live in my house, and you still expect me to cook for you?"

"I'm joking, I'm just asking casually." Xu Xizhou scratched his head embarrassingly, he probably said this sentence in a daze because the fever has not yet subsided.

Count on Zhuang Jingchun to cook porridge for him? Unless it rains red, it would be good for him not to poison himself.

"Pack up your things in the past two days and go to France with me on the weekend. By the way, your Schengen visa has not expired, right?"

Xu Xizhou had just finished drinking the porridge in the bowl, when he heard the man's words, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

"My visa hasn't expired, and it's still half a year away, but... why did I suddenly go to France? Is it a matter of the team?"

"You'll know when you arrive, give me the passport."

Looking at his expressionless face, Xu Xizhou had a guess in his heart, and his heart beat violently unconsciously.

Is it the possibility he thought?

On Saturday, Xu Xizhou took a leave of absence from the club, carrying only a light backpack, and followed Zhuang Jingchun to board the plane to France.

They had a layover in Paris and then flew to Lyon. It was sunset when we arrived there.

Not long after Christmas, the streets of Lyon are still full of joy, with Christmas trees decorated with lights and gift boxes in shop windows.

Xu Xizhou had been on the plane for more than ten hours and was so sleepy that he fell asleep almost as soon as he got into the taxi.

Half asleep, he seemed to hear Zhuang Jingchun talking on the phone, and he seemed to be speaking in French, but he didn't understand a word.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a baroque red-brick villa in the suburbs.

Xu Xizhou remembered that Zhuang Jingchun's biological father was French. So, is he going to Zhuang Jingchun's hometown?

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost the slightest sleepiness, and tried to cheer up, trying to make a good impression on Zhuang Jingchun's father.

"Can you speak French?" Zhuang Jingchun asked him before getting out of the car, loosening the collar of his shirt.

Xu Xizhou shook his head in embarrassment.

"Just keep smiling for a while, when someone asks you to answer."

Xu Xizhou nodded and walked in with him in a daze.He was sleepy and hungry, and as soon as he entered the villa, he smelled the aroma of the food, and his eyes suddenly lit up.