Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 489 My Brother is a Cannon Fodder Subordinate 7

First-year high school students finish school at 5:30 pm, while third-year students have to attend evening self-study sessions until 7:30 pm. So during these few hours, Xie Zian went to find Wei Chuan and the others to avenge Zhao Zhao, while Zhao Zhao found a part-time job organizing books in the library.

Neither of them knew what the other was doing; they were both focused on their own tasks.

The library in T City is very luxurious, with millions of books. In addition to the people coming and going to borrow books, there are also many people organizing the books.

The library was quiet. Zhao Zhao lingered among the bookshelves, organizing them with a serious and focused attitude, completely unaware that many people were secretly watching him.

The boy was tall and slender, wearing his school uniform neatly. He had smooth black hair, and his light brown eyes were focused on the book. He exuded a cool yet pure aura.

A refined and clean appearance attracts not only girls but also boys.

As a shadow fell in front of him, Zhao Zhao frowned before he even looked up. He looked impatiently at the boy who was half a head taller than him and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

The boy not only didn't give way, but instead stepped forward, smiling as he handed Zhao Zhao a slip of paper with his phone number written on it.

He turned around confidently, but Zhao Zhao didn't bother to look at him again and threw the note into the trash can.

Neuropathy.

Around 7:30, Zhao Zhao returned home on time, and not long after, Xie Zi'an also returned.

Zhao Zhao was washing clothes when she glanced back casually and suddenly realized something was wrong: "What happened to your hand?"

Xie Zian stiffened slightly, then quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just got numb from being on the bus."

"Brother, do you know that your expression always looks unnatural when you lie to me?"

With a "smack," the clothes were thrown off without hesitation, and Zhao Zhao walked closer step by step.

Seeing this, Xie Zian stopped struggling and pretended to be indifferent, saying, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

The sleeves were pulled open by cold hands, revealing the red and swollen wounds on them.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were cold as she asked, "You got into another fight?" After Xie Zi'an started following Ji Yunqi, they often got into fights together, and he would often come home from evening self-study covered in injuries.

"How did you promise me?" Zhao Zhao questioned him. When she didn't get an answer, she quickly rummaged through the medicine box and skillfully treated his wounds.

After that, with a loud bang, he locked himself in his room and refused to say a word to Xie Zi'an.

In the cramped living room, Xie Zian stared blankly at the treated wound.

His phone rang; it was Ji Yunqi telling him to log in and play games. He stared at the message, not moving.

Just then, Ji Yunqi called.

Xie Zian rubbed his face and went to the small balcony to answer the phone.

"I heard you beat up Wei Chuan?" A casual voice came from the other end. Xie Zian casually washed Zhao Zhao's clothes and replied, "Yeah, don't be fooled by his big body, he can be taken down with just two punches."

His voice was casual and chuckled, but there wasn't a trace of a smile on his handsome face.

Ji Yunqi scoffed: "So good at fighting? How come you were so weak and couldn't even block a single punch when you went out with me?"

Xie Zian said a few perfunctory words, his eyes fixed on the thin figure that suddenly walked out of the room.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Log in and play a few games with me."

"...Well, okay." Xie Zian agreed after a short hesitation, his gaze still fixed on Zhao Zhao.

After hanging up the phone, he went to Zhao Zhao's side and coaxed her softly, "Have you eaten? How about I make you some food?"

"No need," Zhao Zhao replied coldly. "I'll cook for myself."

Xie Zian couldn't stand Zhao Zhao's indifferent attitude towards him. He threw his phone aside, snatched the ingredients from Zhao Zhao's hand, and said, "You can just read your book. I'll cook the meal."

Zhao Zhao: "Aren't you very busy?"

"It's just playing games, what's the big deal?"

"With whom?"

"Ji... Ji Yunqi." Xie Zian knew that Zhao Zhao didn't like them, so he lowered his voice. Seeing his brother's cautious appearance, Zhao Zhao's eyes were complicated.

"Aren't you going to go and keep him company?"

"Cooking for you is more important," Xie Zian said with a smile, turning and going into the kitchen.

The phone, casually placed on the sofa, kept vibrating. Zhao Zhao glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen and said calmly, "Ji Yunqi called you."

The figure stiffened, slowly lowered its head, and said, "Ignore him, go back to your room and do your homework."

The two ignored the phone call afterward. After dinner and a shower, Zhao Zhao was doing her homework when she heard Xie Zi'an's cautious apology coming from next door.

The house had very poor sound insulation; although the sound was kept very low, Zhao Zhao could still hear everything clearly.

He suddenly realized that preventing Xie Zi'an from associating with those people under these circumstances would not only be useless, but would also torment Xie Zi'an even more.

Zhao Zhao's mind is at peace.

He was wrong; he was too impatient.