The rice has been placed in front of him for a long time, but Chen Yinyang didn't even take a bite.
Although his stomach kept protesting against him, Chen Yinyang gritted his teeth and held on to his withered stomach, determined to persevere to the end.
The door opened with a creak. Even though he knew who was coming from the footsteps, Chen Yinyang still didn't look back and sat stubbornly on the bed.
"Has the food been here since last night?" the man asked the servant next to him in a slightly unhappy voice.
"Yes, even though I put in his favorite dishes as you asked, the second young master still refuses to move."
"I don't like giving orders repeatedly and doing them all over again!"
"yes……"
With a faint reply, the servant disappeared into the room.
After a few seconds of silence, the cold voice suddenly became softer: "Little Yang, are you still angry with your brother?"
Even though he knew it was Kloster, Chen Yinyang still stubbornly looked at the scenery outside the window, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"I'm doing it for you too," Kloster put his hand on the lamb's shoulder as usual, trying to comfort him, but was knocked down suddenly. Chen Yinyang raised his red eyes and looked at him, obviously
I just cried.
Kloster was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little unbearable. He couldn't help but touch his cheek with his hand, trying to wipe away his tears.
"Need not……"
Chen Yinyang squeezed out these two words with a hoarse voice and turned his head to the side.
Strangely enough, since he didn't eat last night, his voice was slowly recovering, which strengthened Chen Yinyang's determination to go on a hunger strike.
"I didn't know you hated going to Germany so much. If you were angry, I would have them cancel the ticket."
It's not just that.
Chen Yinyang shook his head, picked up a brush and wrote a few words on the paper: "Why don't you let me see them?"
Since the matter was settled a few days ago and he was carried upstairs by his brother, he has never seen anyone from the student union. Several times he proposed to meet, but he was rejected because his health was not good. Even yesterday, his brother suddenly informed him,
I have already booked a flight ticket for him in a week to go to Germany for treatment with him.
These are all excuses!
No matter how stupid you are, you can guess that my brother doesn't want him to meet them at all.
"Do you think I didn't let you meet on purpose?"
Hearing his brother's question, Chen Yinyang angrily wrote one word on the paper: "Yes!"
Chen Yinyang's bulging face and angry look made Kloster couldn't help laughing: "Oh, you only heard that I asked you to go to Germany, but you didn't hear the rest of the words."
"?"
The brother's relaxed tone made Chen Yinyang even more angry, but what happened next?
Chen Yinyang drew a big question mark on the paper in confusion.
"It's very simple, give me your phone."
What's the use of my cell phone?
Chen Yinyang hesitantly fumbled for his cell phone in his pocket. Because he couldn't guess his brother's intention, he held it in his hand and didn't know whether to give it to him.
"Am I no longer trustworthy?"
Chen Yinyang couldn't bear to hear such pitiful words. He hurriedly handed over the phone and watched his brother's every move.
Kloster found the address book list, flipped to a person's name, and pressed the call button.
Why did he use his own mobile phone to make a call? Who was he calling? Although he didn't understand what he was doing, the phone was already in his brother's hand. Chen Yinyang could only wait for the next development.
**** "Ah, it's my time to report again. Today's topic is how the Feng Qixiu fan group will operate after losing its leader, and the plan to elect the next leader..."
Li Shaoran didn't even look at the bill and put the paper on the table directly: "Reject, you are the Minister of Art. You don't think about how to enrich the school's culture, but you try all kinds of boring ways to increase your popularity every day!"
Feng Qixiu lay on the table bored, not even bothering to raise his head: "There is no way, the fan club activities cannot be held without Xiaoyang, and I have no motivation after losing popularity. Ah, this feeling is terrible!"
They always knew that Feng Qixiu liked the feeling of being surrounded by stars, so several people in the student union exchanged glances and shrugged helplessly.
Buzzing…
At this moment, Li Shaoran's cell phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated. It was originally inconvenient to answer the call during the meeting, but when he saw the name on the caller ID, Li Shaoran pressed the answer button without hesitation.
"lamb?"
Hearing Chen Yinyang's name, Feng Qixiu, who was slumped on the table, also became energetic: "Is the little sheep coming back?"
But after listening to a few words, Li Shaoran's expression became extremely ugly, and he said to the other end of the phone: "I understand."
His attention shifted to everyone.
The conference room suddenly became extremely quiet. It must not be an ordinary phone call to make Li Shaoran look like this.
"It's Kloster. He wants me to release the phone number to you."
Several people nodded silently, and Li Shaoran immediately pressed a button, and a clear voice came from the phone: "I called you today because I want to tell you some news."
"I'm going to Germany with Xiaoyang."
"Have you asked Xiaoyang for his opinion?" Li Shaoran asked calmly, holding the phone.
"He is indeed unwilling, but I have a way to make him agree."
This sentence made Feng Qixiu stand up from his chair and shout into the phone: "Kloster, what do you dare to do to the lamb..."
Feng Qixiu's voice was quickly interrupted ruthlessly by Kloster: "Don't make random guesses in your way. I only have one month to take the lamb to Germany."
"One month..."
The students in the student union breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts suddenly thought that the month Kloster mentioned might just be an excuse to deal with the lamb.
"Kloster, please tell me directly why you are calling."
Li Shaoran guessed that Kloster couldn't just tell them to go to Germany, so he decided to let him tell them his purpose directly.
"Because I am worried that Xiaoyang will not adapt to staying in Germany, so I want to hire a tutor for him. As for the candidate... I would like to ask if you are interested."
Unexpectedly, Kloster would make such a suggestion. Everyone in the student union was a little surprised. Li Shaoran looked at everyone hesitantly and decided to give him a reply: "Mr. Kloster, I think we still need time to think about it."
"I'm going."
Ji Fengli, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke and looked at Li Shaoran firmly: "Chen Yinyang is here, I will go."
Just when Li Shaoran was about to convey the message, Kloster had already laughed out loud: "Classmate Ji Fengli, welcome, I think Xiaoyang must also be very happy."
"I want to go too." Feng Qixiu crossed his hands with his eyes full of interest: "The fan club cannot live without Xiaoyang, this is the best opportunity."
Qi Haimu also showed a gentle smile: "Cute little sheep, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I really want him to try my new toy."
Song Zexu did not speak, but silently raised his hands.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoyu sighed: "Hey, if you all go, what will the student union do?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his eyes fell on him in unison.
"What bad luck..." Wang Xiaoyu held his forehead in pain: "Okay, I will be the person in charge again, and you guys must get the lamb back for me!"
After reaching an agreement, the five people nodded firmly to Li Shaoran.
Li Shaoran exchanged glances with them. After collecting their opinions, he pointed at the phone and responded clearly word for word: "Mr. Kloster, except for the one who must be responsible for school business, all five members of the student union will participate."
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"This is the best," the man's voice said with an incomprehensible smile, "You are welcome to come at ten o'clock tomorrow."