Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)
Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel) - Chapter 102: Zhuge Zhongyang

Chapter 102: Zhuge Zhongyang

Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu

“Ha, I thought I had the wrong number.” The guy sounded relieved, and then said, “I’m arriving at Jiangnan College. Come to pick me up!”

“Eh? Pick you up? May I ask who is calling?” Gao Moumou was puzzled. Arriving at Jiangnan College? Who is it?

“How sad! Don’t you even recognize my voice?” the guy said in an exaggerated tone. “It’s me, your best friend—George!”

“George?” Gao Moumou tried to think, but he just couldn’t match this name with any face in his mind. “Never heard of this name!”

“…” the guy was silent for quite a while.

“Alright, just tell who you are, or else I will hang up,” said Gao Moumou.

“It’s me, Zhuge Zhongyang!” the guy reluctantly dropped a Chinese name.

As soon as he heard the name, Gao Moumou turned pale—he recalled that day when he was covered with plastic wrap and stained mercilessly.

Zhuge Zhongyang, the elder brother of Zhuge Yue, also grew up with Gao Moumou.

Just like Zhuge Yue, Zhuge Zhongyang was mixed race.

Just like Zhuge Yue, he was a troublemaker!

Gao Moumou took a deep breath, suddenly raised his phone high and far away from his ears, and shouted. “Hello? Hello~~? What did you say? Ah, the signal is not good, I can’t hear you~~ I’m busy right now, can you call me later? Ah, my cell phone is running out of power. I have to hang up now. Bye bye!”

Without hesitation, he hung up the phone.

During the sports event, he didn’t want to have anything to do with any Zhuge.

However, as soon as he hung up, Zhuge Zhongyang called back.

Oh, he is just haunting me! Gao Moumou’s face turned even paler, and he quickly picked up the phone. “Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service!

Repeating twice, Gao Moumou was about to turn off the phone.

“As*hole, how dare you hang up on me! The tone of China Mobile is read both by a man and a woman! Though I don’t have much education, don’t try to fool me!” the guy roared on the other side of the phone. “Just tell me if you don’t want to pick me up. Cut it off with this sh*t!”

“I didn’t want to hurt your fragile heart. Alright, I confess—I, do, not, want, to, pick, you, up!” Gao Moumou smirked.

“As*hole, we will just wait and see!” Zhuge Zhongyang hung up the phone angrily.

Gao Moumou looked quite satisfied.

“Who was it?” Song Shuhang asked. There weren’t a lot of people who could upset Gao Moumou like this.

“A super troublemaker!” Gao Moumou answered with a pained look on his face. “A super narcissist who always feels good about himself and is super picky. He will just condescendingly evaluate everything he sees. Even if he is just eating a bowl of noodles at a roadside stall, he will be able to find at least ten defects of the noodles. What’s more, the guy has a big fuc*ing mouth! Anyway, I really can’t handle him!”

Gao Moumou used a string of ‘super’ to describe his feelings towards the guy.

“He sounds like a difficult guy.” Lin Tubo sighed.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin. “If he is such a troublesome guy, will he be driven away by you just like this?”

“…” Gao Moumou froze. “Well, I think I should ask for a leave. Let’s go find a place and have some fun? My treat!”

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However, fifteen minutes later, a lanky mixed-race blond appeared at Jiangnan College. Moreover, he quickly found Gao Moumou.

“Gao Moumou, you are so naive. Did you think you can get away from me with just a call?” the blond tossed his long hair and showed a wicked smile.

Song Shuhang saw Gao Moumou was trembling.

Zhuge Zhongyang, the blond, took out his cell phone, clicked on the screen, pulled out some strange software and showed it to Gao Moumou triumphantly, “See? I can find your exact location with the error of less than five meters by merely entering your phone number into this app. I paid someone to customize this app for me! I was just giving you a chance by asking you to pick me up. Even if you don’t come, I can still find you in minutes!”

Were there really so many apps that could find someone else’s location through the phone number nowadays? It felt like a privacy crisis.

After finishing showing off, Zhuge Zhongyang happily appreciated Gao Moumou’s pale face for quite a while. Then, with a smile, he went to Tubo and warmly shook hands with him. “Haha, are you Gao Moumou’s friends? Hello everyone, I am his childhood friend. My name is Zhuge Zhongyang!”

His enthusiasm was deceptive.

‘He doesn’t look as difficult as Gao Moumou said,’ Tubo thought. He shook hands with Zhuge Zhongyang and introduced himself, “My name is Lin Tubo. You can call me Ah Bo or just Bo.”

“Tubo? Hahaha, what a funny name! You can compete with Gao Moumou in terms of your name’s stupidity! I always suspected that Gao Moumou was not the son of his parents. When I was a child, I thought Gao Moumou was a gift for his parents for buying yoghurt. How about you, are you a gift for charging telephone fees? “Zhuge Zhongyang laughed.

The blue veins on Tubo’s forehead protruded out. I take back what I said. This guy is really a pain. Merely meeting with him can make people’s blood pressure surge! It’s a miracle that he hasn’t been killed with such a shit*y mouth yet!

Then, Zhuge Zhongyang warmly shook hands with Song Shuhang. “Hey, Bro, what’s your name?”

“Song Shuhang.” Song Shuhang told him his name, not thinking there was anything wrong with his name.

“Good name. This is a name that people will give to their real sons. Oh, you are so white. You just look like a toy boy. I guess you must be popular among girls? Nowadays, Chinese little girls are really fond of toy boys,” Zhuge Zhongyang laughed.

“…” the corners of Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched. “Well, I temporarily don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh? Are the girls having so high a standard?” after doubting for a while, Zhuge Zhongyang vigorously patted Song Shuhang’s shoulder. “Do you need me to give you a hand? I’m not bragging, but as long as I make a call, no female animal will refuse me, be it a pure, a beautiful, an enthusiastic, or an icy girl. They will just rush to me exultingly!”

Am I that familiar with this guy?

“Really? ” Song Shuhang mocked, “Zhuge, are you a courier?”

What Zhuge Zhongyang just described was literally a delivery guy who could make girls of different personalities and ages rush to him exultingly merely with a phone call.

Zhuge Zhongyang froze for quite a while, and then he tossed his hair narcissistically. “Well, Shuhang, have you ever seen a courier like me? Which courier in the world can be as handsome, young, and rich as me?”

At this moment, a Fengshou Express Delivery car stopped in the distance. A charming middle-aged man got out of the car…