Chen Zhu really predicted it accurately.

When he replied to Yu Xian, Yu Xian woke up from his lunch break and found that there was no message from his boyfriend all afternoon, so he called him to ask what he was doing.

"I will take the test at the driving school in the afternoon."

Chen Zhu replied calmly: "I was in the bathroom just after taking the exam."

"Ah? Why didn't you ask me to accompany you during the exam?"

Fish Baoba immediately said dissatisfied.

"Section 1 is the easiest exam."

Chen Zhu smiled: "I thought I could pass the exam casually. When I pass the second and third exams, I'll ask you to come over and help me."

Chen Zhu explained it to Yu Xian seriously, and also said that he had something to do at home tonight, otherwise he would go to the university town to have dinner with her.

In fact, Chen Zhu felt a little guilty for telling this lie, but he had no other choice.

Imagine being a female college student who has taken such a long nap and is full of energy. She must be looking for a date on the weekend, so Chen Zhu can only find an excuse in advance.

"Okay~, then I'll go to the studio. It just so happens that Professor Guan will return to school at the end of the year. If she doesn't make great progress, she will probably lose her temper."

Yu Xian hung up the phone obediently without any doubt.

Chen Zhu sighed, feeling a little more guilty, and then turned back to Huang Baihan.

Dahuang's analysis was basically the same as Chen Zhu's. He was just too bored and wanted Chen Zhu to organize some activities.

"I just took the first-year exam and I don't have much time to organize this week."

Chen Zhu has a good temper and explains why in a harmonious voice.

"That's it..."

Huang Baihan could only hang up the phone indifferently, open QQ and watch messages pop up in the group, but he felt a little unmotivated.

Finally, he clicked on the chat box with Xu Yue and found that the last message was the one he sent.

"Why don't you like to reply to messages on weekends?"

Huang Baihan muttered in his heart.

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After answering the two phone calls, Chen returned to the door of the vehicle management office.

Song Shiwei glanced over, probably wondering why it took so long to go to the toilet, but he was too embarrassed to ask such a question.

Chen Zhu didn't explain it specifically, so he felt guilty that he didn't have three hundred taels of silver in this place.

After finally hailing a taxi, on the way to Baiyun Mountain, Chen Zhucai said to himself: "Baiyun Mountain on weekends is probably just like a driving school. There are so many people that you have to queue up even to use the toilet."

Song Shiwei said nothing. He looked at the outline of Baiyun Mountain getting closer and closer, with a hint of novelty in his eyes.

She probably didn't even think about why Chen Zhu took so long to go to the toilet, but focused on "climbing Baiyun Mountain at night".

Chen Zhu didn't think it was superfluous. It was probably the same as giving a gift. It was better to do it than not do it at all.

The taxi took the inner ring road and arrived at the foot of Baiyun Mountain first before the traffic jam after work.

It's almost 5:40 now. Under the twilight light, the clouds on the mountaintop look like a girl's face, which is rouge and shy, looking at the lovely world with attachment.

Chen Zhu is right. At the foot of the mountain are people from Guangzhou preparing for night climbing. There are old and young, singles and couples. They wear hiking clothes or just a pair of shorts, and they don't feel cold even in the December season.

A gust of wind blew, bringing with it the cool warmth of the setting sun and the unique freshness of the earthy trees in the mountains. It was as if I had suddenly applied some wind oil essence on my temples while dozing off, and my whole body became excited.

Song Shiwei looked around energetically, and she found everything interesting everywhere, as if a girl in a deep courtyard who had been suppressed for many years suddenly picked up the fun of her childhood again.

"First press your legs and stretch your muscles."

Chen Zhu said: "I have to explain to Uncle Song first that we are going mountain climbing..."

"Let's all turn off our phones."

Song Shiwei suddenly interrupted.

"What?"

Chen Zhu thought he heard it wrong. Is this the sarcastic words of a Song school beauty who abides by the rules and obeys her mother?

"I said...turn off the phone!"

Song Shiwei took out his 12,000 Nokia and turned it off in front of Chen Zhu. Then he raised his head and looked at Chen Zhu with bright eyes.

It seems to be saying, don't you dare to be bold as a boy?

"Shut down!"

How could Chen Zhu be looked down upon by a little girl? He immediately took out the 600 yuan Haier and pressed the "off button" vigorously, but in fact it quietly changed to "silent mode".

But on his face, Chen Zhu still said angrily: "We have to take care of everything, and it's time to let them taste what it's like to lose us!"

Although Song Shiwei didn't understand Chen Zhu's exaggerated performance, it didn't matter. She looked at the top of the mountain and asked eagerly: "Shall we go up the mountain now?"

"There's no rush."

Chen Zhu almost asked to go to the toilet again, but he remembered that he had gone there half an hour ago, and he used this excuse as if he had a bad prostate.

"You continue to move around, I'll buy some mineral water and food."

Chen Zhu pointed to the canteen not far away and said.

Song Shi nodded slightly and twisted slightly on tiptoes.

Her legs are very long, her figure is so good, her appearance is pure and cold, and her half-high ponytail flutters in the evening breeze, causing the men climbing the mountain to look over one after another, and she inadvertently becomes a scenery at the foot of the mountain.

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Chen Zhu walked to the canteen. While buying water, he paid attention to Song Shiwei's movements and quietly turned to the side to call Song Zuomin.

Song Shiwei was able to suddenly act recklessly because she was less than 20 years old, and it was understandable that she had this impulse;

But Chen Zhu couldn't do it. If he really had to turn off his phone and climb the mountain, he was worried that things would get serious, so he decided to say hello to Song Zuomin in advance.

"Hey, Uncle Song, we are going to climb Baiyun Mountain."

Chen Zhu makes a long story short.

"What? Didn't I ask you to go home for dinner?"

Song Zuomin was stunned for a moment.

"We felt that the sky was high and the air was crisp, which was a good time to climb the mountain, so we made this decision on the spur of the moment."

Chen Zhu didn't plan to say anything more to Song Zuomin, and even gave him the most difficult task: "Weiwei said, let you and Professor Lu also explain."

"How do I explain..."

Song Zuomin was about to stop him, but Chen Zhu had already hung up the phone.

Song Zuomin quickly called his daughter and turned off the phone!

I called Chen Zhu again, but he didn't hang up the phone, but he never picked up.

He raised his head again and looked at his serious wife who was sitting on the sofa with a serious smile. When he thought of explaining to her that "my daughter and a boy went to climb Baiyun Mountain at night", Lao Song felt more miserable than eating Huanglian.

But on the other side, Chen Zhu and Song Shiwei had already started walking on the mountain path.

At this time, the night is getting late, and the color of the sky gradually changes from orange-red to dark blue, until the dark night swallows up the last light and is replaced by a sky full of stars.

Mountain climbing is actually a very calorie-consuming sport. Chen Zhu was not tired at the beginning, and he could occasionally tell a few jokes, and Song Shiwei could also respond with a smile.

However, as he crawled, Chen Zao felt waves of heat coming from his back, and his clothes and skin seemed to become sticky.

Glancing over her head and looking at Song Shiwei, she was also sweating.

There was a thin layer of sweat on her flushed cheeks, which was crystal clear under the illumination of the mountain road lights, as if there was a layer of water film on her tender skin. She would occasionally wipe it lightly, leaving a trail of sweat on her face.

, like the kisses of moonlight on the face.

Shockingly beautiful!

Chen Zhu was stunned for a moment and then turned his attention to the sport of climbing.

Instead, Song Shiwei watched Chen Zhu's breathing begin to quicken and asked softly: "Are you tired?"

"Aren't you tired?"

Chen Zhu asked rhetorically.

"Kind of."

Song Shi let out a slight breath, then said briskly: "But I like this feeling."

When people are in a stressful environment for a long time, sweating after a hearty exercise can actually have a decompression effect.

"Let's take a break."

Song Shiwei took the initiative to point to the pavilion on the roadside and said.

He didn't know what kind of historical monument this was. There was an inscription outside introducing the origin of the pavilion, but Chen Zhu just wanted to rest and walked in.

There was also a couple inside. They were cuddling together and flipping through their mobile phones. From time to time they turned their heads and said something. The weak light of the mobile phone light illuminated their happy faces.
To be continued...