"Stop panicking!"
Ling Yun slapped Zhou Da on the shoulder as he watched him look like he was about to wet himself. His voice was steady and powerful. "If it really comes down to it, give me your phone. I'll keep it for you."
"Brother Yun?! No! Godfather!!"
Zhou Da clung to that lifeline, tears nearly spilling from his eyes. His voice was choked with sobs. "You're my reborn parents! You're even closer to me than my real dad!"
At that moment, Ling Yun's back seemed impossibly majestic to him.
"Cut the nonsense! Hurry up!"
Ling Yun urged him on, though a hint of amusement touched his lips. "Keep dawdling and the dean will be through the door!"
Zhou Da hurriedly stuffed his phone into Ling Yun's hand, but then paused. Struggle appeared on his face. "Brother Yun... then... what about you? If they find yours, won't your family beat you half to death? How about you give me your phone instead? I'll take the hit?"
His conscience rarely surfaced, but this time he felt he couldn't let the best male lead in his eyes get beaten.
"Relax. My parents never hit me."
Ling Yun's tone was certain, carrying a peculiar confidence. He truly wasn't lying. In this life, he was all alone.
"Brother Yun, your parents really are immortal parents! So open-minded!"
Unaware of the truth, Zhou Da sincerely gave him a thumbs-up before handing Ling Yun his phone as well.
Once Ling Yun had Zhou Da's phone, he focused his mind slightly, and both phones vanished in an instant, safely settling into the Storage Space.
At the same time, Zhou Da lowered his voice and quickly passed the grim news to the other "phone buddies" in class: the dean was leading a strict inspection and had already reached