The afternoon race was about to begin soon, and in the paddock, the young drivers also showed their strength to show off their skills in front of the F1 team.
There are many children of retired F1 drivers. They have their own aura when they were born, have been exposed to racing since childhood, pay high club membership fees, and are able to train kart here.
When they get older, they can participate in FP2, F3, and F2.Finally, the twenty best drivers in the world can participate in F1.
That's great, Chen Sirong thought to himself.
They are very happy people, and she also tried hard to get herself to this group of people.
James finished the ice cream early, and Chen Sirong quickly took the last few bites, then took the bag in James's hand and got up to find the trash can.
The trash can was at the bottom of the audience. Chen Sirong walked down and found that there were many people gathering at the bottom and standing.
Only then did she realize that the entrance to the repair station was below, which was not blocked, and it was closer and clearer to the track.
Chen Sirong waved to James from below: Do you want to come down and see?More clear?
James shook his hand: I can't stand, I'll forget it.
Chen Sirong made an OK gesture at him, and then ran to the bottom by himself.
Many colleagues in the fleet are here. Perhaps more people heard Chen Sirong just now when he was talking to James. Soon, many newcomers also came behind Chen Sirong.
Chen Sirong smelled the faint smell of the snow shirt, and she turned her head and saw Caesar standing behind her left.
Hi Caesar, I didn't expect you to come down too.Chen Sirong politely said.
Caesar looked at her: The one with the blue body, the driver named Jhnsn, is Jhn Scheuermann's son.
Chen Sirong's mouth opened slightly, and her interest was aroused.
That's the former F1 driver?Jhn, who won two annual championships?
Yes, Caesar turned slightly and stood quietly beside Chen Sirong. His son drove a kart here, so I came down to take a look.
Chen Sirong looked at Caesar and hesitated for a while: Do you know him?
Who are you referring to?But I know each other, and Caesar still looked down at Chen Sirong. Our two families are friends.
Ah, no wonder.Chen Sirong envied, do you know Jhn's wife too?
You mean Chle?
right!Chen Sirong was a little excited. She was a very famous singer.
Yes, their family often comes to visit.
Chen Sirong was so envious that she fainted. She used to have a roommate who was a fan of Chle in college. She often played Chle's songs in the dormitory. Chen Sirong followed her and liked Chle for a while.
Later I learned that Chle's husband is a well-known former F1 racer who has won the annual championship of the F1 race twice.
Chen Sirong thought that he later showed interest in F1, which may have started from that time.
Now that his boss is actually friends with their family, Chen Sirong finds it amazing.
Soon, the paddock became quiet.
The competition has begun.Chen Sirong whispered, then shifted his attention to the track.
Caesar nodded, and his eyes seemed to have also turned to the track.
But Yu Guangzhong, he saw Chen Sirong wrapped in a coat and then smiled expectantly.
The sun was full of sunshine in the yard, and Chen Sirong's fair face seemed to be brushing with an extremely thin layer of gold gauze, which made her look even more holy.
Beneath her smiling lips, her white teeth and soft tongue tips showed her, and she was in a good mood.
When Caesar raised his eyes again, the game had already entered the fourth lap.
He thought, the weather was so good today.
…………
After the afternoon race, James and Chen Sirong needed to follow Caesar to meet the kart drivers. The main reason was Charlie and Seth chatting with the young drivers. Occasionally, Caesar would ask some questions. It was not a serious occasion, so James and Chen Sirong were also relaxed.
The rest of the team rested in the club.
The atmosphere of the driver's talks was extremely harmonious, and Caesar showed an unparalleled demeanor. No matter how strange the drivers asked, he would take it seriously and then respond one by one.
By the end, it was already evening.
Chen Sirong followed James out of the auditorium and saw many people wearing the club shirts.
Chen Sirong was curious and grabbed a colleague to ask. Only then did he realize that Jhn and Chle were both here when the drivers were in the meeting.
But instead of going in and disturbing, they waited in the club's lounge.
Many colleagues in the team and club staff came over to hear the news and wanted to sign or take a photo.
Jhn and Chle did not refuse. The club staff found the promotional short sleeves and asked the two to sign on it, and then distributed it to everyone.
The signature of the former F1 champion driver and the famous singer is on the same shirt, and I think it is so rare.
Chen Sirong was so excited that she was almost screaming. She asked where the shirt was left?
My colleague shook his head regretfully: I was robbed after signing.
So are they still in the lounge?Chen Sirong asked anxiously.
I don’t know this. I came out after snatching the shirt. There are so many people!
OK, thank you!
Chen Sirong turned around and asked James if he wanted it.
James: Forget it, our talks are over, and they must have taken Jhnsn away.
Chen Sirong stopped leaving the club with James.
I still want to go and see, if they are still there!Then I won't leave with you for now.
After Chen Sirong finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the lounge.
Along the way, Chen Sirong saw many people with short-sleeved faces with joy, and some even put them on their bodies.
Chen Sirong was so envious that she burst into tears, but when she arrived at the lounge, she realized that James was right.
The door to the lounge was wide open and there was only one staff member cleaning it out.
There are many scattered club short sleeves on the desktop, which should be left when the autograph was just signed.
Chen Sirong was still lucky. Her heart pounded and she walked in and asked politely: Are there any short-sleeved sleeves signed here that were not taken away?
The staff turned around and smiled: You are the sixth person who came here to ask. Do you need to look through it yourself?
Chen Sirong nodded hesitantly: Can I?
Of course, the staff gave up their seats sideways, and everyone who came to ask would look through them without giving up.
Chen Sirong's heart fell to the bottom, but yes, everyone who didn't give up came to look through it felt like they were the lucky ones.
Chen Sirong looked over the remaining short sleeves on the table and found no signature short sleeves left behind.
I'll help you clean up.Chen Sirong took a deep breath and said.
Actually... I'm not very disappointed.
It was originally an unexpected surprise, and I didn't expect any more signatures to get today.
But if you say that you have no disappointment at all, it is also a lie.
The singers I liked when I was young are not very memorable. It has long become a past tense to listen to Chle's songs to spend the long evening self-study.
Chen Sirong helped fold the short sleeves scattered on the table, calming down his mood in silence.
That’s OK She said to herself.
After helping to pack up the last short-sleeved shirt, Chen Sirong said goodbye to the staff with a smile.Caesar's voice came from the door:
Are you looking for a signature?
Chen Sirong turned around and saw Caesar standing outside the door.
A kind of shameful thought came to my mind. People like him must be disdainful of these signature short-sleeved shirts, especially he is even Jhn and Chle's friend.
But soon, Chen Sirong nodded.
Yes, but I'm late and gone.
Chen Sirong smiled and walked out of the lounge from Caesar's side.
I'll leave first, Caesar, the convoy's car will leave in a while.
Chen Sirong chose to say it calmly.
For people like her, the huge gap in status cannot be concealed by her if she wants to.
Even if she said, Oh, no, I don't want to sign, then I can't escape Caesar's eyes.
So Chen Sirong chose to confess that she had no intention of creating a noble character in front of Caesar.
She originally came out of the most inconspicuous corner of the world, and she had nothing to hide.
After saying that, Chen Sirong smiled politely at Caesar, then turned around and walked outside the club department.
The bus booked by the convoy set off ten minutes later and headed to the hotel.
The dinner was in the hotel's buffet restaurant. Chen Sirong didn't eat much and went back to the room early.
After taking a shower, I looked through my phone boredly in bed.As I watched, I flipped into the QQ space I was in college.
At that time, she didn’t have many friends, so she liked to write personal views on QQ space.
Chen Sirong flipped through and found a piece of music she shared with QQ space one evening study.It was a song by her roommate's favorite Chle, and she later often ran singles.
Chen Sirong pointed to the link with a finger and wanted to listen to the song again.
But the link has expired.
The small fork-shaped symbol appeared and disappeared on the mobile phone screen, and Chen Sirong was fixed on the spot.
The link to that song has expired, and the memories of the past have passed.
If he could get the signature, Chen Sirong would be very happy.
But if you can't get it...
Chen Sirong sat up from the bed. If she couldn't get it, her depression should end from now on.
Chen Sirong breathed a long sigh and felt relaxed all over.Just then, the phone rang in the room.
Chen Sirong put on her slippers, trotted to the sofa, and answered the phone.
Hello, I'm Grace.
Hello, I am the front desk downstairs, can you get there conveniently?Here is a package for you.
pack?Chen Sirong thought about it quickly and didn't remember what package he bought and sent it to the hotel. Did he make a mistake?I didn't buy anything.
It was sent by Caesar, who said there was a redundant short-sleeved shirt, so he placed it on the front desk and asked you to come down to pick it up at your convenience.
Chen Sirong was stunned for a second, then was so excited that she was about to jump off the sofa. Okay, I'll go down to get it right away, please wait!
She hung up the phone, put on her coat quickly and ran towards the front desk.
The front desk handed her a bag, and Chen Sirong opened it, and there was indeed a signed short-sleeved shirt inside.
Chen Sirong's cheeks were flushed with joy. He kept staring at the signature and smirking for several seconds before thanking the front desk, then turned around and returned to the room.
But the excitement did not overshadow her sanity. Chen Sirong quickly dialed Caesar's call, but he did not answer.
Chen Sirong had to send a message.
Grace: I have received the signature short sleeves from the front desk, thank you very much.
The last time the two chatted was a month ago.Grace doesn't often send text messages to Caesar. They use emails for business affairs, private affairs... They hardly talk about private affairs.
Chen Sirong stared at the screen of the phone, and Caesar's text message came back soon.
Caesar: You're welcome, the staff in the lounge came out from the bottom of the box after you left.I happened to be there and brought it back for you.
Chen Sirong breathed a sigh of relief.
She was afraid that Caesar had specially asked her for a new signature. She could not afford Caesar's affection, nor was she willing Caesar to do such an inappropriate thing for her.
Another message was sent, and Chen Sirong's tone was already relaxed.
Grace: Thank you very much, very much, I won’t bother you anymore.
She knew that Caesar must not be convenient for answering the phone now.
Caesar: That's OK, Grace.
The dialogue ended here, no one was in love with the fight, no inappropriate words or words.
Chen Sirong hugged her shirt, jumped onto the bed, allowing the soft mattress to throw her high and then fall down.
She spread her shirt flat on the bed, took out her cell phone and took several photos carefully.Then, from the music software, I found the song of Chle that she liked the most.
This night, I was so happy that I revisited the old place like a fairy tale.
A signature short shirt that may be insignificant to others, an unexpected joy passed on by Caesar and explored by strangers, and a nostalgic song she personally searched for in the music software, forming the happiest Chen Sirong tonight.
Chen Sirong lay on his back on the bed and finished listening to this song.
Then he turned over and clicked on the chat interface with the owner.
Grace: [Picture], a signature short-sleeved shirt I received at the club today.
The above is the signature of former F1 champion driver Jhn and his wife Chle.
Chle is a singer.
Chen Sirong then shared the links to the song she had just listened to.
Grace: The master can listen when he has time, and it’s okay if he doesn’t listen.
Grace: If the master is busy, please don’t need to reply to me.
Grace: I just want to talk to my master.
Chen Sirong then posted a lot of photos taken today, including clubs, kart drivers, farms, and horse riding Caesars and club owners.
The owner's news came back in five minutes.
C: Today’s activities are very colorful. Is it convenient to answer the phone later?
Chen Sirong smiled on her face.
Grace: I want to call my master and video my master.Is the master busy now and it’s inconvenient to speak? I won’t send a message anymore. Master, please be busy.
C: Not busy, I’m having dinner with a few old friends, so I can send a message.
Chen Sirong's cheekbones continued to ascend to outer space, and she became more and more eager.
Grace: The master also wants to chat with Grace.
C: Yes.
The master also did not hide his desire to talk to Grace.
Chen Sirong laughed out loud and hurriedly rubbed the sore facial muscles with her hands.
Grace: The short-sleeved one was brought back by my colleagues. I thought it was gone and I was a little disappointed.
C: Do you like Chle and Jhn so much?
Grace: Yes, no, if I hadn't had the chance to see it today, I might not have had such thoughts.But if you accidentally fail to get it, you will still feel a little disappointed.
C: I understand, I am surprised.
Grace: That's right!
C: So how are you feeling overall today?
Chen Sirong thought about it for a moment and went back to the past eight words.
Grace: Very, very happy!
She rarely replicates words like this, but today is worth it.
Through the screen, Chen Sirong couldn't see or hear his master's reaction.
The phone was quiet for a while, and I wonder if the owner was talking to a friend.
Chen Sirong waited for a moment and sent another message.
Grace: How is the master feeling today?Are you happy?
She waited for a while, but the phone was still very quiet.
Chen Sirong looked at the phone and gently placed it beside him.
The music was still playing very quietly, and Chen Sirong didn't want to miss the reminder sound from the owner's message.
I don’t know how long it took, but a crisp message sound came from my phone.
Chen Sirong quickly turned over and clicked on his phone again.
The master came back with six words.
C: It's very special.
Chen Sirong's body instantly became hot, and she realized that it was her master who was replying to her with her words just now.There is no need to hear the owner say these words in person, Chen Sirong can also feel the crampedness and ridicule in the owner's words.
Chen Sirong's earlobes were also red and she scolded: What, why are you still learning to speak...
But after the corner of his mouth had already laughed to the ear, his fingers were typing quickly:
Grace: Master is so happy today, why?
The master's message came back very quickly, and perhaps there was no need to think about it at all, because the answer was too simple.
C: Because of you, Grace.
There are many children of retired F1 drivers. They have their own aura when they were born, have been exposed to racing since childhood, pay high club membership fees, and are able to train kart here.
When they get older, they can participate in FP2, F3, and F2.Finally, the twenty best drivers in the world can participate in F1.
That's great, Chen Sirong thought to himself.
They are very happy people, and she also tried hard to get herself to this group of people.
James finished the ice cream early, and Chen Sirong quickly took the last few bites, then took the bag in James's hand and got up to find the trash can.
The trash can was at the bottom of the audience. Chen Sirong walked down and found that there were many people gathering at the bottom and standing.
Only then did she realize that the entrance to the repair station was below, which was not blocked, and it was closer and clearer to the track.
Chen Sirong waved to James from below: Do you want to come down and see?More clear?
James shook his hand: I can't stand, I'll forget it.
Chen Sirong made an OK gesture at him, and then ran to the bottom by himself.
Many colleagues in the fleet are here. Perhaps more people heard Chen Sirong just now when he was talking to James. Soon, many newcomers also came behind Chen Sirong.
Chen Sirong smelled the faint smell of the snow shirt, and she turned her head and saw Caesar standing behind her left.
Hi Caesar, I didn't expect you to come down too.Chen Sirong politely said.
Caesar looked at her: The one with the blue body, the driver named Jhnsn, is Jhn Scheuermann's son.
Chen Sirong's mouth opened slightly, and her interest was aroused.
That's the former F1 driver?Jhn, who won two annual championships?
Yes, Caesar turned slightly and stood quietly beside Chen Sirong. His son drove a kart here, so I came down to take a look.
Chen Sirong looked at Caesar and hesitated for a while: Do you know him?
Who are you referring to?But I know each other, and Caesar still looked down at Chen Sirong. Our two families are friends.
Ah, no wonder.Chen Sirong envied, do you know Jhn's wife too?
You mean Chle?
right!Chen Sirong was a little excited. She was a very famous singer.
Yes, their family often comes to visit.
Chen Sirong was so envious that she fainted. She used to have a roommate who was a fan of Chle in college. She often played Chle's songs in the dormitory. Chen Sirong followed her and liked Chle for a while.
Later I learned that Chle's husband is a well-known former F1 racer who has won the annual championship of the F1 race twice.
Chen Sirong thought that he later showed interest in F1, which may have started from that time.
Now that his boss is actually friends with their family, Chen Sirong finds it amazing.
Soon, the paddock became quiet.
The competition has begun.Chen Sirong whispered, then shifted his attention to the track.
Caesar nodded, and his eyes seemed to have also turned to the track.
But Yu Guangzhong, he saw Chen Sirong wrapped in a coat and then smiled expectantly.
The sun was full of sunshine in the yard, and Chen Sirong's fair face seemed to be brushing with an extremely thin layer of gold gauze, which made her look even more holy.
Beneath her smiling lips, her white teeth and soft tongue tips showed her, and she was in a good mood.
When Caesar raised his eyes again, the game had already entered the fourth lap.
He thought, the weather was so good today.
…………
After the afternoon race, James and Chen Sirong needed to follow Caesar to meet the kart drivers. The main reason was Charlie and Seth chatting with the young drivers. Occasionally, Caesar would ask some questions. It was not a serious occasion, so James and Chen Sirong were also relaxed.
The rest of the team rested in the club.
The atmosphere of the driver's talks was extremely harmonious, and Caesar showed an unparalleled demeanor. No matter how strange the drivers asked, he would take it seriously and then respond one by one.
By the end, it was already evening.
Chen Sirong followed James out of the auditorium and saw many people wearing the club shirts.
Chen Sirong was curious and grabbed a colleague to ask. Only then did he realize that Jhn and Chle were both here when the drivers were in the meeting.
But instead of going in and disturbing, they waited in the club's lounge.
Many colleagues in the team and club staff came over to hear the news and wanted to sign or take a photo.
Jhn and Chle did not refuse. The club staff found the promotional short sleeves and asked the two to sign on it, and then distributed it to everyone.
The signature of the former F1 champion driver and the famous singer is on the same shirt, and I think it is so rare.
Chen Sirong was so excited that she was almost screaming. She asked where the shirt was left?
My colleague shook his head regretfully: I was robbed after signing.
So are they still in the lounge?Chen Sirong asked anxiously.
I don’t know this. I came out after snatching the shirt. There are so many people!
OK, thank you!
Chen Sirong turned around and asked James if he wanted it.
James: Forget it, our talks are over, and they must have taken Jhnsn away.
Chen Sirong stopped leaving the club with James.
I still want to go and see, if they are still there!Then I won't leave with you for now.
After Chen Sirong finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the lounge.
Along the way, Chen Sirong saw many people with short-sleeved faces with joy, and some even put them on their bodies.
Chen Sirong was so envious that she burst into tears, but when she arrived at the lounge, she realized that James was right.
The door to the lounge was wide open and there was only one staff member cleaning it out.
There are many scattered club short sleeves on the desktop, which should be left when the autograph was just signed.
Chen Sirong was still lucky. Her heart pounded and she walked in and asked politely: Are there any short-sleeved sleeves signed here that were not taken away?
The staff turned around and smiled: You are the sixth person who came here to ask. Do you need to look through it yourself?
Chen Sirong nodded hesitantly: Can I?
Of course, the staff gave up their seats sideways, and everyone who came to ask would look through them without giving up.
Chen Sirong's heart fell to the bottom, but yes, everyone who didn't give up came to look through it felt like they were the lucky ones.
Chen Sirong looked over the remaining short sleeves on the table and found no signature short sleeves left behind.
I'll help you clean up.Chen Sirong took a deep breath and said.
Actually... I'm not very disappointed.
It was originally an unexpected surprise, and I didn't expect any more signatures to get today.
But if you say that you have no disappointment at all, it is also a lie.
The singers I liked when I was young are not very memorable. It has long become a past tense to listen to Chle's songs to spend the long evening self-study.
Chen Sirong helped fold the short sleeves scattered on the table, calming down his mood in silence.
That’s OK She said to herself.
After helping to pack up the last short-sleeved shirt, Chen Sirong said goodbye to the staff with a smile.Caesar's voice came from the door:
Are you looking for a signature?
Chen Sirong turned around and saw Caesar standing outside the door.
A kind of shameful thought came to my mind. People like him must be disdainful of these signature short-sleeved shirts, especially he is even Jhn and Chle's friend.
But soon, Chen Sirong nodded.
Yes, but I'm late and gone.
Chen Sirong smiled and walked out of the lounge from Caesar's side.
I'll leave first, Caesar, the convoy's car will leave in a while.
Chen Sirong chose to say it calmly.
For people like her, the huge gap in status cannot be concealed by her if she wants to.
Even if she said, Oh, no, I don't want to sign, then I can't escape Caesar's eyes.
So Chen Sirong chose to confess that she had no intention of creating a noble character in front of Caesar.
She originally came out of the most inconspicuous corner of the world, and she had nothing to hide.
After saying that, Chen Sirong smiled politely at Caesar, then turned around and walked outside the club department.
The bus booked by the convoy set off ten minutes later and headed to the hotel.
The dinner was in the hotel's buffet restaurant. Chen Sirong didn't eat much and went back to the room early.
After taking a shower, I looked through my phone boredly in bed.As I watched, I flipped into the QQ space I was in college.
At that time, she didn’t have many friends, so she liked to write personal views on QQ space.
Chen Sirong flipped through and found a piece of music she shared with QQ space one evening study.It was a song by her roommate's favorite Chle, and she later often ran singles.
Chen Sirong pointed to the link with a finger and wanted to listen to the song again.
But the link has expired.
The small fork-shaped symbol appeared and disappeared on the mobile phone screen, and Chen Sirong was fixed on the spot.
The link to that song has expired, and the memories of the past have passed.
If he could get the signature, Chen Sirong would be very happy.
But if you can't get it...
Chen Sirong sat up from the bed. If she couldn't get it, her depression should end from now on.
Chen Sirong breathed a long sigh and felt relaxed all over.Just then, the phone rang in the room.
Chen Sirong put on her slippers, trotted to the sofa, and answered the phone.
Hello, I'm Grace.
Hello, I am the front desk downstairs, can you get there conveniently?Here is a package for you.
pack?Chen Sirong thought about it quickly and didn't remember what package he bought and sent it to the hotel. Did he make a mistake?I didn't buy anything.
It was sent by Caesar, who said there was a redundant short-sleeved shirt, so he placed it on the front desk and asked you to come down to pick it up at your convenience.
Chen Sirong was stunned for a second, then was so excited that she was about to jump off the sofa. Okay, I'll go down to get it right away, please wait!
She hung up the phone, put on her coat quickly and ran towards the front desk.
The front desk handed her a bag, and Chen Sirong opened it, and there was indeed a signed short-sleeved shirt inside.
Chen Sirong's cheeks were flushed with joy. He kept staring at the signature and smirking for several seconds before thanking the front desk, then turned around and returned to the room.
But the excitement did not overshadow her sanity. Chen Sirong quickly dialed Caesar's call, but he did not answer.
Chen Sirong had to send a message.
Grace: I have received the signature short sleeves from the front desk, thank you very much.
The last time the two chatted was a month ago.Grace doesn't often send text messages to Caesar. They use emails for business affairs, private affairs... They hardly talk about private affairs.
Chen Sirong stared at the screen of the phone, and Caesar's text message came back soon.
Caesar: You're welcome, the staff in the lounge came out from the bottom of the box after you left.I happened to be there and brought it back for you.
Chen Sirong breathed a sigh of relief.
She was afraid that Caesar had specially asked her for a new signature. She could not afford Caesar's affection, nor was she willing Caesar to do such an inappropriate thing for her.
Another message was sent, and Chen Sirong's tone was already relaxed.
Grace: Thank you very much, very much, I won’t bother you anymore.
She knew that Caesar must not be convenient for answering the phone now.
Caesar: That's OK, Grace.
The dialogue ended here, no one was in love with the fight, no inappropriate words or words.
Chen Sirong hugged her shirt, jumped onto the bed, allowing the soft mattress to throw her high and then fall down.
She spread her shirt flat on the bed, took out her cell phone and took several photos carefully.Then, from the music software, I found the song of Chle that she liked the most.
This night, I was so happy that I revisited the old place like a fairy tale.
A signature short shirt that may be insignificant to others, an unexpected joy passed on by Caesar and explored by strangers, and a nostalgic song she personally searched for in the music software, forming the happiest Chen Sirong tonight.
Chen Sirong lay on his back on the bed and finished listening to this song.
Then he turned over and clicked on the chat interface with the owner.
Grace: [Picture], a signature short-sleeved shirt I received at the club today.
The above is the signature of former F1 champion driver Jhn and his wife Chle.
Chle is a singer.
Chen Sirong then shared the links to the song she had just listened to.
Grace: The master can listen when he has time, and it’s okay if he doesn’t listen.
Grace: If the master is busy, please don’t need to reply to me.
Grace: I just want to talk to my master.
Chen Sirong then posted a lot of photos taken today, including clubs, kart drivers, farms, and horse riding Caesars and club owners.
The owner's news came back in five minutes.
C: Today’s activities are very colorful. Is it convenient to answer the phone later?
Chen Sirong smiled on her face.
Grace: I want to call my master and video my master.Is the master busy now and it’s inconvenient to speak? I won’t send a message anymore. Master, please be busy.
C: Not busy, I’m having dinner with a few old friends, so I can send a message.
Chen Sirong's cheekbones continued to ascend to outer space, and she became more and more eager.
Grace: The master also wants to chat with Grace.
C: Yes.
The master also did not hide his desire to talk to Grace.
Chen Sirong laughed out loud and hurriedly rubbed the sore facial muscles with her hands.
Grace: The short-sleeved one was brought back by my colleagues. I thought it was gone and I was a little disappointed.
C: Do you like Chle and Jhn so much?
Grace: Yes, no, if I hadn't had the chance to see it today, I might not have had such thoughts.But if you accidentally fail to get it, you will still feel a little disappointed.
C: I understand, I am surprised.
Grace: That's right!
C: So how are you feeling overall today?
Chen Sirong thought about it for a moment and went back to the past eight words.
Grace: Very, very happy!
She rarely replicates words like this, but today is worth it.
Through the screen, Chen Sirong couldn't see or hear his master's reaction.
The phone was quiet for a while, and I wonder if the owner was talking to a friend.
Chen Sirong waited for a moment and sent another message.
Grace: How is the master feeling today?Are you happy?
She waited for a while, but the phone was still very quiet.
Chen Sirong looked at the phone and gently placed it beside him.
The music was still playing very quietly, and Chen Sirong didn't want to miss the reminder sound from the owner's message.
I don’t know how long it took, but a crisp message sound came from my phone.
Chen Sirong quickly turned over and clicked on his phone again.
The master came back with six words.
C: It's very special.
Chen Sirong's body instantly became hot, and she realized that it was her master who was replying to her with her words just now.There is no need to hear the owner say these words in person, Chen Sirong can also feel the crampedness and ridicule in the owner's words.
Chen Sirong's earlobes were also red and she scolded: What, why are you still learning to speak...
But after the corner of his mouth had already laughed to the ear, his fingers were typing quickly:
Grace: Master is so happy today, why?
The master's message came back very quickly, and perhaps there was no need to think about it at all, because the answer was too simple.
C: Because of you, Grace.
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