Chapter 23 He's Really Good at Guessing

I didn't know Cheng Qiaobei had a magic mouth. Ever since we parted that day, he kept popping up in my head.

Especially with the knee brace he sent me wrapped around my knee—it didn't feel like tape, it felt like Cheng Qiaobei's hand.

You'd think he's bad; he gives you medicine. You'd think he's good; he toys with He Yunyi and makes him run around. I really don't get what's up with him.

To avoid letting him mess with my emotions too much, I volunteered for a field research trip with the technical department.

I had once proposed a wind energy plan, and it just so happens the villages we're visiting are by the coast and mountains, with plenty of wind power all year round. If we could set up wind power here, we'd be making money from that free wind.