I Went Viral After Dating a Superstar-Chapter 130: Anger Him to Death

Fang Zongli’s delicate brows raised and she instantly felt a sense of becoming the mistress of her own fate. She stretched languidly and continued typing on the keyboard. Seeing the man beside her yawn out of boredom, she smiled happily, feeling a great sense of satisfaction in her heart.

It wasn’t until four o’clock that Lu Lizhe could no longer tolerate it. However, the woman beside him, who clearly seemed to have nothing to do, just sat there, sipping her drink without sleeping.

With a slap, his palm struck the table in front of him.

"Aren’t you going to sleep at all?"

"Hey, what are you doing? You scared me," she frowned, her expression exaggerated, her tone fearful, "What’s the matter? Is this how you protect people, by frightening them, not letting them do their work?"

"You... just tell me, what work are you doing? You’re clearly just wasting both our time."

Captain Lu, do use your brain for a moment. Just because you don’t understand someone else’s work doesn’t mean you need to denigrate it. My job isn’t about getting up and running laps. I sit here, watching my data. If the data doesn’t stop, neither can I, because I don’t know what will pop up on the trending searches next. Your work is work, and so is mine; there’s no high or low, noble or base in work. How can you say I’m wasting time?"

With that, she pushed her laptop directly into his face.

Lu Lizhe recoiled.

Looking at the screen, he saw a bunch of data that he didn’t understand.

He furrowed his brows and glared at her angrily.

She met his gaze without flinching, leaning back casually with arms folded, a defiant and complacent expression on her face.

Lu Lizhe finally managed to suppress his anger and continued to lean to one side, closing his eyes.

Fang Zongli felt a wave of joy and inwardly shouted to herself, "Yes!" having turned the tables once again.

She eyed him, thinking to herself, "You’re the boss at the training base, but here, I’m the boss."

Although she was also a bit sleepy, she didn’t care, as long as she could outlast him.

They had a tug-of-war all night, and it wasn’t until dawn that Lu Lizhe was able to fall asleep.

At nine in the morning, he was woken up by a phone call.

Holding the phone, he grumbled, "Hello."

The person on the other end was extremely shocked.

"Captain Lu, is it possible that you’re still not up?"

They couldn’t imagine that Lu Lizhe, who always went to bed promptly at ten and got up at five in the morning to go jogging, could have a day when he too would linger in bed.

Lu Lizhe silently cursed.

"Spit it out."

"All right, all right, there was no movement near the target yesterday. We don’t know if the person was scared off by us."

"No," he sat up a bit straighter, leaning on the pillow behind him, rubbing his temples wearily as he spoke, "He likes the thrill of the chase. The more it’s like this, the more he will want to succeed. Continue observing."

"Yes, and um... Captain Lu, when should I send over some information from the police station?"

"Now!"

Lu Lizhe inwardly cursed again.

Yesterday was truly too boring, boring and unable to sleep, different from the usual training.

During training, he could train all night and still wake up on time the next day, but it was different here. Sitting there, frustrated and stifled, he’d rather go out and run ten laps. That would be more interesting.

He just lay in bed until Fang Zongli woke up, fresh and alert.

It was already two in the afternoon, and she leisurely prepared herself some oatmeal and fried eggs for breakfast.