I Could Play You to Death

An indirect kiss?

Chu Ran and the others standing ahead all turned to look at Ning Shile.

Ning Shile froze in the middle of screwing the cap back on.

?

Then he quietly tucked his hands behind his back, straightened up, and looked away, like a student caught misbehaving in class.

What did I do wrong?

Don't look at me. I didn't do anything...

Feeling a little guilty, Ning Shile tried to convince himself:

It was Brother Ye! He was the one who insisted on drinking water!

Oh, drinking water.

Chu Ran and the others shifted their disdainful gazes to Zheng Ye.

He hadn't wanted any when Yi Chen offered, but now he was drinking Lele's.

What a schemer.

"Hello, comrades!" A gray-haired older man holding a megaphone stood before them.

He smiled shyly, tugged at his clothes with stiff movements, and glanced at the camera. Seemingly a little uncomfortable, he took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm the village chief of Min Village. My surname is Zhao."

So this is Village Chief Zhao? He's just like the original novel described!

In what way?

The others waited for Ning Shile to continue.

A good village chief who truly cares about the people!

He doesn't claim special privileges or line his pockets. He only takes a little over two hundred yuan in wages each month, and he wears the same clothes for fifteen or twenty years.

Since they live collectively here, the village covers the villagers' food, clothing, housing, transportation, medical care, and schooling. Low wages, generous benefits.

At that thought, Ning Shile felt a little admiration for Village Chief Zhao. A village chief with ideological conviction, genuine concern for the people, and the courage to act is hard to come by.

Hearing this, the others couldn't help admiring Village Chief