บท 1966: The Feelings of a Youth Are Always a Poem (3)

The members of the Flaming Red Squad looked at Zhanye's silly smile and were all anxious.

Shile hesitated for a moment and then walked toward Zhanye.

"Zhanye." Shile called out.

Zhanye had no reaction.

"Zhanye!" Shile slapped the back of Zhanye's head.

Zhanye came back to his senses and looked at Shile in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Shile sighed and said, "You have someone you like?"

Zhanye's face turned red in an instant and said in a flurry, "You… What are you talking about?!"

Shile facepalmed. Brother, even if you want to quibble, don't be so obvious. I just asked a question, why are you blushing? And you say there's no problem? Who would believe you?

"Zhanye, as a brother, I want to advise you… Some people are not suitable for you." Shile didn't want to make his words too clear, saving Zhanye the trouble.