CHAPTER 991: CHAPTER 750: BO ZHI 1_2

Indifferent to the chaotic and noisy environment on the internet, as there’s nothing much to care about—it’s just some messy gossip, nothing worth paying attention to.

Amidst the external discussions about Bo Zhi, he was participating in an interview at Qingteng School.

His features were like jade, exquisite and cold, combining the best of Yuran and Bo Yan, forming an unusually perfect face with deep-set eyes, somewhat mixed-race in appearance.

Yet, one could still see traces of Bo Yan and Yuran in his features.

Although he had just turned eighteen, his height of 186 cm gave him an aura of standing out from the crowd.

The boys around him weren’t short either; all came from wealthy families and were very perceptive to everything outside.

Recently, Bo Zhi’s scandals were spreading like wildfire, and it was hard for them not to know. In other words, how could they not know?

As he walked out of the interview, a companion came over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pressing down on it, "How did it go? How did it go?"

"What do you think?"

The boy was momentarily stunned, then smiled, "I knew it, you didn’t let us down. It seems Su Na and the others are going to lose."

Bo Zhi removed his hand, "That’s not necessarily the case. What if I don’t want to go there? I want to go to Abu Dhabi."

The boy looked at Bo Zhi as if he were crazy, "Why go there? I know it’s hard to get in, but you don’t need to squeeze in there, right?"

"What do you mean by ’squeeze’?"

The boy: "So you’re saying you’ve talked with your parents, and you want to go to the United Arab Emirates?"

Bo Zhi paused, "I haven’t had the chance to say that yet. My parents won’t interfere with my decisions. I’ve been making my own choices since childhood. My dad only cares about my sister, as long as she’s not too far from them, it’s fine. I’m indifferent."

The boy, "Your confidence leaves me unsure of how to respond."

The admission rate for Abu Dhabi is something he couldn’t achieve, unlike Bo Yan, who is an all-round talent.

Such a person is still quite rare.

Bo Zhi gave an "Oh," and said, "Then shut up and don’t say anything."

The boy: "...After all these years, you still manage to be annoying."

"You’re not that likable either."

The boy, "...With that attitude, you’re going to have trouble finding a girlfriend."

Bo Zhi didn’t know what came to mind and frowned, "No need, my mom has already arranged a marriage for me."

The boy, "Is that really the point I’m making? Wait, what? You’re so traditional that you don’t oppose an arranged marriage?"

Bo Zhi looked at him puzzled, "Why should I oppose it? I actually think it’s not bad."

"You actually think it’s not bad. Do you know the person?"

Bo Zhi, "Not only do I know her, but we also spend every holiday together at my house. What’s there to say?"

The boy, "..."

Child bride, huh.

...

When Bo Zhi returned home, before he could step inside, a girl pounced on him. The little girl, not yet fourteen, was already quite tall and had sparkling, bright eyes.

Like a sky full of stars, her delicate nose and rosy lips were impeccably beautiful.

Everyone marveled at how Bo Yan’s family could have such an extraordinarily pretty girl.

Bo Zhi had doted on his sister since childhood, giving her whatever she asked for, willingly playing boring games with her. There was no struggle or rebuttal when his dad said.

"Back before your sister was born, you said you were old enough to take care of a younger sister, so mom and I gave you one. Now you’re holding her in your hand, and any hardship you must endure yourself."

Bo Zhi regretted it, but there was nothing he could do. How could he possibly send his sister back into their mom’s belly?

Not to mention it’s impossible, even if it were, he couldn’t bear it.

As the little girl grew older, she played wildly. Her equestrian skills scared the horses at the sight of her.

Once, accidentally kissed by another boy, she tormented him to the point he wished for neither life nor death.

Then, with a devilish grin, she said, "I’m very kind."

But one couldn’t tell where she was kind, yet as a brother, he blindly followed her. If his sister said she’s kind, then she’s kind. No objections were accepted.

No one was allowed to object.

Bo Zhi wrapped an arm around the girl’s slender waist, "Bo Nian, how old are you now? Is it appropriate to be so physically close to your brother?"

Bo Nian gave her brother a peck on the cheek, "So what? What’s wrong with kissing you?"

Bo Zhi took a deep breath, a hint of helplessness flashing in his calm eyes, "All right, you win. It’s nothing."