The Canary that couldn't escape
Chapter 629 - 630: The Boy in the Wheelchair Back Then 1

Chapter 629: Chapter 630: The Boy in the Wheelchair Back Then 1

This was her first time winning first place in the tile-matching game, and it wasn’t because her talent was that high; sometimes when she felt good, she could be very quick.

She thought ’Love Class Representative’ would continue to accuse her of cheating, but to her surprise, he left the room.

Just as Mo Ran was about to click ’Start,’ his avatar flashed again.

Mo Ran had no choice but to leave the room and chat with him for a while.

[Windmill, you’re a girl, right?]

[Mhm]

[Wow, you really are a girl! Windmill, you’re awesome, so fast]

Mo Ran was still very modest, [It’s just that I’m feeling good right now]

[I play every day, and I always feel good, but I’ve never reached your speed. Windmill, where are you from?]

[W City] Mo Ran wasn’t good at chatting; her replies were always just a few simple words.

[I’m from W City too!] He even sent a toothy grinning emoji.

[Windmill, how old are you?]

This felt a bit like prying into her personal affairs; Mo Ran didn’t want to answer him, so she responded with [How old are you?]

He must be younger than fifteen, she thought. Only young boys tend to be this brash.

[Bro is already 20, what about you? How old are you?]

Sweat, he was already 20; Mo Ran found this quite unbelievable.

[23] Mo Ran replied with a sense of pride.

[23?] He sent a shocked emoji, [You’re that old? I couldn’t tell at all]

That made her angry. In what way was she old? She was very young, thank you very much.

[Windmill, do you have a boyfriend?] he asked again.

Mo Ran furrowed her brow, [What do you want?]

[Hehe, we can get to know each other. They say a woman three years older is a golden brick; I’ve never dated a girl who’s three years older than me]

This guy, why would he say something like that right off the bat?

Just as Mo Ran was about to reply, he sent another message, [Wow, Windmill, you’re actually a great beauty!]

Sweat, he’d actually visited her social media page, which really only had a few pictures.

[I’m logging off, let’s chat another day] Mo Ran didn’t want to continue the conversation.

The person on the other end seemed to rush his response, [Windmill, don’t be mad, I was just joking. We can be friends.] followed by a bashful emoji.

[I really have something to do, logging off] Mo Ran didn’t trust people on the internet, plus she didn’t have the energy or the mood to chat with him.

Without giving him a chance to respond, she immediately went offline.

She couldn’t play the game anymore; what should she do now?

Mo Ran decided to do some cleaning. She picked up a feather duster and entered Gu Yixuan’s study, carefully and slowly helping him arrange his books and documents.