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Chapter 102

Zhuge Zhongyang

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"Ha, I thought I dialed the wrong number." The other person sounded relieved, then said, "I'm almost at Jiangnan University Town, come pick me up!"

"Huh? Picking you up? May I ask who you are?" Gao Moumou asked, puzzled. "You've come all the way to Jiangnan University Town? Who are you?"

"How heartbreaking! You didn't even recognize my voice?" the other person said in an exaggerated tone. "It's me, your best friend— George!"

"George?" Gao Moumou thought hard, but genuinely couldn't match the name with any familiar face in his mind. "Never heard of him!"

"..." The other party remained silent for a long time.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me who you are, or I'm hanging up," Gao Moumou said.

"It's me, Zhuge Zhongyang!" The other party replied helplessly, giving another Chinese name.

Upon hearing the name, Gao Moumou's face turned pale—he recalled the day when he was wrapped in plastic wrap and his virginity was severely violated.

Zhuge Zhongyang is Zhuge Yue's older brother and also a childhood friend of Gao Moumou.

Like Zhuge Yue, Zhuge Zhongyang is also of mixed race.

Like Zhuge Yue, he was also a real nuisance!

Gao Moumou took a deep breath, suddenly raised the phone, held it away from himself, and shouted, "Hello? What did you just say? Ah, the signal is bad here, I can't hear you. I'm busy right now, can you call me back later? Ah, my phone is dead too, that's all, bye!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation.

During the sports meet, absolutely do not have anything to do with these two people surnamed Zhuge!

But as soon as he hung up, Zhuge Zhongyang called back immediately.

"Are you trying to cling to me?" Gao Moumou's expression changed drastically, then he quickly answered the phone again, "Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service!"

After repeating this twice, Gao Moumou attempted to turn off the phone.

"You bastard, Gao Moumou, you dare hang up on me?! The mobile phone's Chinese and English prompts clearly indicate male and female operators! Don't try to fool me, I'm not that naive!" A roar came from the other end of the line: "If you don't want to answer, just say so! Why all the beating around the bush!"

"I was just afraid of hurting your fragile feelings, so I'll be blunt—I don't want to pick you up!" Gao Moumou chuckled.

"You bastard, you just wait!" Zhuge Zhongyang slammed down the phone.

Gao Moumou looked smug.

"Who is it?" Song Shuhang asked. There weren't many people who could make Gao Moumou's expression change so drastically.

"He's incredibly annoying!" Gao Moumou's a total narcissist, with an inflated sense of self-importance. And he's also incredibly picky. No matter what he encounters, he has to evaluate it from a condescending perspective. Even eating a bowl of plain noodles from a roadside stall, he'll grumble and find a dozen flaws. More importantly, that guy has no tact; he has a mouth that's just asking for trouble! In short, I just can't do anything with him!"

Gao Moumou used a string of "super" to describe his feelings.

"Just hearing his name makes me think he's a bad guy," Lin Tubo sighed.

Song Shuhang rubbed his chin. "If he's such a troublesome guy, do you think you can get rid of him so easily?"

"..." Gao Moumou was stunned. "How about I ask for leave, and then the rest of us brothers find a place to have fun for a day? My treat, how about that?"

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Then, fifteen minutes later, a tall, thin, blond, mixed-race man appeared at Jiangnan University Town. And he found Gao Moumou without any trouble.

"Gao Moumou, you're too naive. Do you think you can get rid of me with just one phone call?" The blond hunk tossed his long hair and gave a wicked smile.

Song Shuhang saw Gao Moumou tremble twice.

The blond, handsome Zhuge Zhongyang, pulled out his phone, swiped a few times, and pulled up a bizarre app. He proudly showed it to Gao Moumou: "See this? Just enter your phone number into this app, and I can pinpoint your location to within five meters. I paid someone to make one especially for me! Asking you to pick me up is just giving you a chance. Even if you don't come, I can still find you in a minute!"

These days, there are so many programs that can pinpoint someone's location using their phone number? I feel like my personal privacy is at risk.

After gloating, Zhuge Zhongyang smugly admired Gao Moumou's face, which reeked of dirt. Then, he cheerfully ran to the edge of the Tubo and warmly shook hands. "Haha, are you guys Gao Moumou's friends? Hello everyone, I'm his childhood friend, my name is Zhuge Zhongyang!"

His enthusiastic demeanor was very deceptive.

'He doesn't seem as annoying as Gao Moumou described,' Tubo thought to himself. After shaking hands with Zhuge Zhongyang, he introduced himself: 'My name is Lin Tubo. You can call me Bozai or Xiao Bo, it's up to you.'

"Tubo? Hahaha, your name is really funny, it's comparable to Gao Moumou's lousy name! I've always suspected that Gao Moumou wasn't his parents' biological child. When I was a kid, I even suspected that Gao Moumou was a free gift when his parents bought yogurt. What about you? Were you a freebie that came with a phone top-up when you were a kid?" Zhuge Zhongyang laughed.

Tubo's forehead veins bulged—I take back what I said before, this guy really is annoying, just seeing him makes my blood pressure spike! It's a miracle he's still alive with such a foul mouth!

Then, Zhuge Zhongyang warmly shook hands with Song Shuhang: "What's your name, buddy?"

"Song Shuhang." Shuhang finally gave his name; surely there was nothing wrong with it?

"Great name, this is the kind of name a biological son should have. Buddy, you're pretty fair-skinned, kind of like a pretty boy, probably popular with girls, right? These days, young girls in China really like Little White." Zhuge Zhongyang laughed heartily.

"..." Song Shuhang's lips twitched. "I don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Huh? Are girls these days so picky?" Zhuge Zhongyang asked in surprise, then patted Song Shuhang's shoulder forcefully. "Want me to give you a hand, bro? I'm not bragging, but with just one phone call, whether it's a pure and innocent girl, a beautiful young lady, a passionate loli, or a cool and aloof otome, no one will refuse me. They'll all come to me excitedly!"

This guy is incredibly outgoing and friendly!

"So capable?" Song Shuhang couldn't help but tease, "Zhuge, are you perhaps in the courier industry?"

Because Zhuge Zhongyang described was just a delivery guy, someone who could get girls of all different personalities and ages to come down and happily pick up their packages with just one phone call.

Zhuge Zhongyang was stunned for a moment, then tossed his hair and said narcissistically, "Shuhang, have you ever seen a deliveryman like me? What deliveryman in this world is as handsome, dashing, young, and rich as me?"

Just then, a Harvest Express van pulled up in the distance. A very charming and handsome middle-aged man stepped out of the vehicle...

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