1847: See you the day after tomorrow, uncle

See you the day after tomorrow, uncle

Ye Chu's phone was just a decoration. She did not have many friends, so ye tingjun got her an app developed by miss company. There were more than one billion users in the world, and it almost covered the entire world. Chen qianshu, Tong Hua, mu Yuan, and the others were all using it to record everything that happened around them. This was a global social media app, and people with sensitive identities like mu Yuan even opened an account. Occasionally, they would complain that their family members were the remnants of feudal society and that their company was a group of vampires. He used it almost every day. After ye Chu became obsessed with this software, he often posted his study status, followed Tong Hua, qianshu, and mu Yuan, and occasionally poked them.2

Her cell phone became even more of a decoration. She didn't need to go out and didn't need to call anyone. She had been so busy with her studies and exams that she had forgotten about her netizens.

The second brother's phone was never turned off all year round, so he received the message immediately. He thought that little apple had disappeared and suddenly came back to life. Fortunately, he was used to little Apple's mysterious appearance and had been very patient.

The waiter replied,"you're only eighteen?"

He had been happily chatting with an 18-year-old girl?

Oh, they've been chatting online for almost two years. Two years ago, she was a 16-year-old girl?

[Little apple: why do you care how old I am? quickly congratulate me.]

Ye Chu had learned from xiaoju a while ago that normal people would be 18 years old to get into college. She was considered old, and she wanted to maintain the impression of a genius child prodigy.

Little apple replied,"I'm only fifteen this year."

The waiter was speechless.

Ye tingjun's body and mind were both greatly affected.

15 years old?

So, two years ago, he got to know a thirteen-year-old child?

Wei Lin even complained about his online dating, what the hell?

The waiter replied,"congratulations, little friend."

He didn't have any doubts. There were many gifted children in New York junior class. 15-year-old college students were not rare, and there were even 13-year-old college students. He had seen the world, and little apple was usually smart.

Ye Chu's heart was filled with joy.

[Little apple: second brother, you said you're working in New York. Are you still there?]

The waiter replied,"yes."

[Little apple: I've been admitted to a University New York. I'm in New York now. Are you treating me to a meal?]

The waiter thought,"you got into a University in New York?"

Little apple,"yeah."

The waiter thought,"are you lying to me? fifteen?"

Ye Chu asked xiaoju,"if I go out and say that I'm fifteen years old, will anyone believe me?"

Xiaoju said,"even if you say you're fourteen, people will believe you."

Little apple: "I'm a dog if I lie to you. I'm 15 years old. It's okay if I don't see you."

The waiter: "oh my, you're getting angry. Fine, let's meet. If you get into university, I'll give you a gift too. I've prepared a gift for you a year ago and was thinking of when we'd have the chance to meet again."

[Little apple: really?] What present?

The waiter replied,"secret."

[Little apple: you're treating me to a meal. You decide the location.]

The waiter asked,"are you familiar with New York?"

Little apple replied,"not yet, but someone's guiding me."

The waiter replied,"alright, I'll take a look at the schedule."

Ye tingjun took a look at his schedule. To celebrate ye Chu's admission to university, miss had been doing some welfare recently. He didn't need to personally ask about it. He just had to keep an eye on her occasionally. Miss wasn't very busy during this period of time. Alice was coming over again, and ye Chu didn't need his company. He circled the day after tomorrow and sent the time and place to little apple.

Ye Chu looked at the location. It was quite close to miss.

"Okay, see you the day after tomorrow, uncle."

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