Keeping the promise

Chapter 228 Similar People

Zheng Zihui was fully focused, and every shot was extremely accurate. The young man was not to be outdone and played at a superb level. For a while, the scores rose alternately, and the atmosphere was tense and intense.

The audience around stopped to watch and cheered for their wonderful performance.

After a fierce competition, the two people's scores were actually the same.

Zheng Zihui put down his gun, smiled and stretched out his hand to the young man: "You are awesome!"

The young man held his hand, his eyes full of admiration: "You are not bad either. It is really a pleasure to fight with a master like you!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and a feeling of mutual appreciation arose in their hearts.

"Hello! Li Yunxuan." The person in front of him smiled, stretched out his right hand and introduced himself to the other party.

Li Yunxuan carefully looked at the younger brother in front of him, secretly admiring him. From the outside, this younger brother was handsome and dignified, and his eyes seemed familiar, and Li Yunxuan admired this younger brother more and more.

"Hello, my name is Zheng Zihui."

"You...your last name is Zheng, it's really a fate."

Li Yunxuan suggested: "Why don't we have afternoon tea and have a good chat?"

Zheng Zihui readily agreed: "Okay!"

So they agreed on a time and place, looking forward to further communication over afternoon tea time.

Zheng Zihui returned to the room with great joy. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Zheng Wancheng sitting in front of the computer, working attentively. He walked over quietly and sat down on the chair next to him.

Zheng Wancheng was so absorbed in her work that she didn't immediately notice her son's return. Zheng Zihui didn't say anything, but just watched her mother busying around. After a while, she couldn't hold back her excitement and said, "Mom, I'm back."

Zheng Wancheng then pulled himself away from his work, turned to look at his son, and asked with a smile, "How was your fun?"

Zheng Zihui's face was filled with excitement. He leaned forward slightly and said, "Mom, let me tell you, I just met someone while shooting. It was a perfect match!"

Zheng Wancheng was immediately interested when she heard this. She put down her work, turned her chair towards her son, and her eyes were full of curiosity and concern. "Oh? Tell mom about it."

Zheng Zihui described it enthusiastically: "At first I was shooting by myself, and every shot was very accurate, which attracted the attention of the person next to me. He came over to challenge me, and of course I couldn't back down. In the end, we had a match, and the process was so intense that the score was always very close, but in the end it was evenly matched."

Zheng Wancheng listened attentively and could not help but nod and praise: "My son is amazing."

Zheng Zihui continued, "What's more, after the competition, we both felt very satisfied and admired each other. So we made an appointment to have afternoon tea together in the afternoon and have a good chat."

Zheng Wancheng smiled with satisfaction, reached out and gently touched Zheng Zihui's head, and said, "My baby has made friends so quickly, this is a good thing. Then you should go and have a rest and get enough energy to keep the appointment."

Zheng Zihui nodded obediently and got up to go back to his room. Zheng Wancheng looked at his son's back, his heart full of emotion. The little boy who always followed behind him has now grown up and can socialize independently and make new friends.

She felt relieved but also a little reluctant. But she knew that children would always grow up, face the world and experience their own life.

Thinking of this, Zheng Wancheng turned his attention back to his work, but there was still a warm smile on his lips.

Out of respect for his new friend, Zheng Zihui carefully selected a set of clothes after returning to his room. He repeatedly looked in the mirror to make sure that he was dressed appropriately and showed a good image. After changing his clothes, Zheng Zihui looked at the time and decided to go out early.

He walked briskly to the agreed coffee shop and found a seat by the window. Zheng Zihui was both expectant and nervous, looking at the door from time to time, waiting for Li Yunxuan to arrive.

Not long after, Li Yunxuan stepped into the coffee shop. He quickly scanned the store and instantly saw Zheng Zihui sitting at his seat.

At that moment, Li Yunxuan seemed to be frozen, his eyes fixed on Zheng Zihui.

Zheng Zihui's bright and deep eyes, and that exquisite profile, made Li Yunxuan feel an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The charm between the eyebrows and eyes was very much like a person whom he had buried deep in his heart, whom he had not dared to touch or miss for a long, long time.

Li Yunxuan's steps became heavy, and his thoughts drifted back to the past involuntarily. Those warm pictures with his mother flooded into his mind like a tide, every smile and every hug was so clear, yet so far away.

Ever since his mother left, he had hidden his longing for her deep in the bottom of his heart, not daring to open the scar easily.

At this moment, facing Zheng Zihui, who was similar to his mother, Li Yunxuan felt mixed emotions. He tried to calm himself down and slowly walked towards Zheng Zihui.