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Shang Haoran simply smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's fine, I should have seen this coming."
"Shang Haoran."
I suddenly grabbed Shang Haoran's hand. "Shang Haoran, I grew up in an orphanage."
"My sister and I had a great relationship; we supported each other and grew up together."
"Sometimes, losing something is also a form of liberation. If you look forward and keep moving, you'll always see different scenery."
"Shang Haoran, can we make a pact?"
"Hmm?"
Shang Haoran looked up at me.
I pointed at the drink in his hand. "Can you drink a little less?"
"And please take me off your blacklist."
"I..."
Though Shang Haoran listened to my rambling, he remained silent for a long time. Until he caught sight of the note on my phone—Shang Haoran, little friend.
Shang Haoran's gaze flickered.
Perhaps this is fate.
"In the future, you can't drink anymore," I said earnestly.
"Little friends can't drink alcohol."
"I'm not a little friend!"
Shang Haoran's expression darkened.
"How are you not?" I frowned. "In the eyes of elders, you're just a little friend. We have the responsibility to look after you."
"Yan Chengcheng..."
Shang Haoran's gaze suddenly became profound.
"You... never mind."
He leaned back on the sofa, waving his hand as if resigning himself to the situation. "Say whatever you want."
This time, there was no trace of the previous resistance in his tone.
"See? You're being good now."
I laughed, "Adults don't just casually pull someone down, you know."
"Ha."
Shang Haoran chuckled softly, his chest vibrating slightly.
Before he could say anything else, I quickly made my escape.
"Shang Haoran."
I stood at the door. "Quickly bring back the person who shouldn't be left out, got it?"
"Oh."
Shang Haoran nodded, but as he saw me about to leave, he suddenly called out to me, "I'm sorry."
"I was drunk that night. I checked the surveillance footage; I know I was wrong."
"Acknowledging your mistakes and correcting them makes you a good kid."
Yet in my heart, I was calculating the bonus I'd get after being accepted into a prestigious university.
"Then you must study hard and improve every day."
"Hmm?"
Shang Haoran's gaze fell on my face.
It seemed like he was assessing me, or perhaps trying to uncover my secrets.
Yan Chengcheng was increasingly showing potential to become a kindergarten teacher.
Every morning, I would urge him to get up.
Dressing properly, maintaining a balanced diet, prohibiting smoking and drinking, and tutoring for schoolwork.
His rebellious phase seemed to be gradually suppressed by my persistent nagging.
Watching me fuss over him every day sometimes annoyed Shang Haoran, but most of the time, he felt warmth in his heart.
This is my own little sun.
I received my first sum of money, two hundred thousand, from Qin Lanlan. I was overjoyed and donated the entire amount to the orphanage.
"The weather is getting colder, and this money will be perfect for buying winter clothes and shoes for the kids in the orphanage," I said, patting his shoulder. "Shang Haoran, this is all thanks to you."
"Yes, yes, yes." He rolled his eyes. "Yan Chengcheng, you're going to get scolded at the parent-teacher meeting."
"Why?" I was confused.
"Because you're so clueless, you definitely won't get into a good university," he mocked. "When you go to school, the homeroom teacher will definitely criticize you."
"That can't be." I immediately became alert. "I'm going to class, not to take an exam."
"Oh, almost forgot." He chuckled lightly. "Xiao Yan Teacher, let's go."
"Huh?" I was a bit bewildered.
"Aren't we supposed to go to class? Why aren't we leaving?" He strode ahead, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Damn it. Yan Chengcheng, you're really something.
"I'm coming!" I quickly caught up with him, chattering away all the way.
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