Sweetlove: Spoiled by My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 137 - Preventing Someone from Courting Disaster

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Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Preventing Someone from Courting Disaster

Shen Zhaozhao’s mouth twitched as she said, “You’ve got it all wrong. I just had a question I wanted to ask the class monitor, that’s all.”

“Why the sneaking around if it’s just a question?” Zhou Huaiyu’s suspicious gaze swept back and forth between the two.

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Shen Zhaozhao replied, “It’s because the class monitor is too popular. I was afraid of being misunderstood.” She suddenly realized that the identity of the class monitor could actually be quite useful.

The excuse of a transfer student asking for help from the class monitor was one she could use for a long time.

“I see!”

With that reasoning presented, Zhou Huaiyu instantly believed most of it: “You’re right, that guy is indeed pretty popular. Let me tell you, there was one day he received twelve love letters.”

Shen Zhaozhao wanted to say that was nothing; she had even seen little girls lining up to bring him snacks when he was in kindergarten.

Love letters and such were no big deal.

But to play along, Shen Zhaozhao still put on a surprised expression and said, “Really?”

“Of course, it’s true!”

Zhou Huaiyu seemed proud, as if he was the one who had received the twelve love letters: “You’ll see for yourself soon enough. This guy’s popularity at our school is something no ordinary person can match.”

“Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself properly. My name is Zhou Huaiyu, and I’m also in Class 11, Grade 2. You can come to me for help in the future too, you don’t have to rely on this guy alone. Don’t worry, my popularity is just a tiny bit lower than his, so even if there’s a misunderstanding, it’s no big deal.”

“Alright, I got it!” Shen Zhaozhao nodded.

“Don’t worry, now that you’re at Jiu Middle School, you’re on my turf. I’ll have your back, and I’ll make sure no one dares to bully you.” Zhou Huaiyu was as enthusiastic as if he had been injected with chicken blood, thumping his chest as he spoke.

“Thanks, Zhou,” Shen Zhaozhao realized that people in Jing City seemed particularly warm, almost overwhelmingly so.

Zhou Huaiyu said, “What’s this ‘Zhou’? You can call me Brother Huaiyu.” He had just finished speaking when Gu Chengzhou stepped on his foot.

“Why are you stepping on me?” Zhou Huaiyu turned around.

Gu Chengzhou ignored him; he just didn’t want to watch someone dig their own grave, that’s all.

Then, with a smile, he nodded to Shen Zhaozhao: “Hello, I’m Gu Chengzhou! Zhou Huaiyu and I are both friends of Yi’s. If you need help or it’s inconvenient to ask Yi, feel free to come to us.”

“Alright!”

For some reason, although Gu Chengzhou hadn’t said much, Shen Zhaozhao inexplicably felt as though he saw right through her.

Suppressing the guilty feeling, she nodded back at him.

“Let’s go! It’ll be time for class soon!” Sheng Chuyi glanced at Shen Zhaozhao, and seeing her agree to seek help from Gu Chengzhou and Zhou Huaiyu but unwilling to expose her relationship with him, his thin lips pursed slightly, reminding her in a mild tone.

“You guys go ahead,” Shen Zhaozhao said, not wanting to make an appearance with the three of them together.

Sheng Chuyi knew what she was concerned about, a touch of helplessness in his eyes, but he said nothing and turned to leave.

Gu Chengzhou gave Shen Zhaozhao a nod and a smile before he too departed.

Zhou Huaiyu, on the other hand, grinned at her, flashing eight huge teeth: “Just kidding about earlier; just call me Zhou Huaiyu in the future.”

“Alright!”

“Next period is Sister Shijiu’s class, and she hates when people are late. You better hurry up too!” Zhou Huaiyu made sure to give her this reminder before he left.

Initially, Shen Zhaozhao thought Sister Shijiu’s name had something to do with the number nineteen, only to later find out it was the transliteration of the English word ‘nineteen.’

She had to admit, the kids these days were quite creative.