On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Chapter 107 Following His Friends

The last time Chen Qian had dinner with Zhong Yi, he exchanged contact information with him.

They all agreed that having a fixed partner would be more convenient than writing or taking photos alone, and the efficiency of communicating needs would be much higher.

So it was natural that the cooperation was decided.

After agreeing to go out for field research together if they had the chance, the two of them rarely contacted each other. Zhong Yi would only occasionally send him a message about a certain place, asking if he had time to go for field research.

Zhong Yi is a really cold person, and Chen Qian is not a curious person who likes to curry favor with others.

But his cold and indifferent look always made Chen Qian inexplicably connect himself to Chi Mu's appearance in high school, so he silently endured the awkwardness that came up from time to time and chatted with him.

Of course, this guy rarely gives him a positive response, so it all depends on Chen Qian's patience.

Before we knew it, it was June.

Zhong Yi had already decided on the field trip spots he wanted to visit during the holiday, so he made an appointment to meet and discuss the matter in detail while the two of them had free time.

When Chen Qian arrived at the coffee shop, he was nearly half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

As soon as he walked in, his eyes were attracted by the bright orange color on the window seat.

Without a doubt, it was Zhongyi who arrived earlier.

"You're here so early?" Chen Qian put down his bag on the chair against the wall, and then sat on the chair next to the aisle.

"Well, I have nothing to do, so I came early." Zhong Yi still looked calm and composed, and he spoke little, being frugal with his words.

There wasn't much to discuss; just the general idea was clear, so it was over pretty quickly. Then, the two of them quietly went about their business, as if it were their first meeting.

But two hours later, Chen Qian packed up his things and got up.

He has a part-time job later in the day and wants to go back and prepare.

He then spoke, wanting to politely say goodbye to Zhong Yi.

But even earlier than his voice, Zhongyi's words rang out.

"I don't know who is the friend who has been following you. You seem to have never noticed him." Zhong Yi's cool voice actually sounded quite comfortable in such a hot weather.

But now Chen Qian only felt cold, his whole body felt like he had just participated in the ice bucket challenge, and he shivered with cold.

It took him several tens of seconds to regain control of his body and asked, "What?"

Zhong Yi didn't say anything, but turned his gaze and drifted outside the glass to the street light across the street.

There stood a man.

It was unknown how long the man had been standing there, staring at him and Zhong Yi.

Oh, no. To be more precise, they were mainly staring at Chen Qian.

The sun was shining brightly today, illuminating the world clearly, including that person's face. Even with his typical European features, Chen Qian wouldn't have recognized him in a crowd.

But at this moment, he could feel a sense of familiarity that suffocated him.

This familiarity is not groundless, nor is it an illusion caused by psychological suggestion.

Chen Qian recalled several times, but it was difficult to remember where he had seen him.

"When did you find him?" Chen Qian's throat was dry, and the things he had experienced in the past came back to his mind, turning into a pair of eagle eyes that were watching him sinisterly.

"It's our first meeting and your reaction is very slow." Zhong Yi picked up the coffee cup and brought it to his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"I know it without you telling me." Chen Qian was a little angry, frowning and sitting back in his chair. "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you found out?"

"It's not an obligation." Zhong Yi looked up at him and turned a page with his finger. "They didn't do anything."

Chen Qian was speechless now, and only said angrily in his heart: Isn’t it too late to do anything now?