After Transmigrating into the Book, I Teach the Scumbag Male Lead the Law Every Day

Ye Zhiwei transmigrated into a book. She transmigrated into a novel about a male lead with antisocial personality disorder. As the male lead's second victim to be dissected, Ye Zhiwei, other th...

Chapter 127 This Unexpected Yet Pleasant Turn of Events

"Have you talked to Ye Yingying about college?" Jiang Jianian's expression was calm, his joy and laughter not showing, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

But when Ye Yingying's name was inserted, Ye Zhiwei was completely unsuspecting. At that moment, she almost subconsciously felt that Jiang Jianian wanted to use her to subtly probe about the "green tea sister" (a term used to describe a manipulative woman).

This is a good thing!

The male protagonist has actually started to understand how to subtly and indirectly learn about the "green tea" girl, instead of simply and crudely trying to lock her up.

Sure enough, the male lead's patience increased after he tacitly allowed the "green tea girl" to enter the entertainment industry.

The little male lead not only didn't make any mistakes, but also seemed to have developed a little empathy. Ye Zhiwei, who was a current "mom fan" of the male lead, changed her previous somber mood and shed tears of emotion and joy.

Ye Zhiwei took a deep breath. "Yingying hasn't said anything explicitly, but since she wants to be an actress, she'll probably go to a film school."

"And you."

I also need to use a feint to avoid her misunderstanding.

Did you think she didn't know?

Although Ye Zhiwei knew what the male lead was thinking, she didn't say anything. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand and hummed, "That depends on my grades. Besides, I want to study law. If I do well on the exam, I'll definitely go to the best law school."

So it seems she doesn't even know which university law school in the province is the best; she really is a lazy bum.

Jiang Jianian placed his hand on the pastry box that Ye Zhiwei pushed over, tapping the box with his index finger, and continued to ask with narrowed eyes, "I'm very sorry about what happened during the school sports meet. I'll return the pastry box to you. Are all the sweets inside your favorites?"

Suddenly the topic shifted, and they even brought up the day of the school sports meet. Ye Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and said, "That? Actually, it's not necessary..."

As if remembering something, Jiang Jianian suddenly sneered, "You and Ye Yingying have the same taste. Whatever you like, she likes too."

As soon as Jiang Jianian finished speaking, Ye Zhiwei felt that she completely understood what he meant.

Something seems to be going on.

They wanted to use her as a guinea pig.

Ye Zhiwei suddenly realized and offered a very considerate suggestion: "You're right! Our tastes are quite similar, I've also noticed that! The housekeeper has a little notebook that records my favorite desserts, dishes, fruits, and the like. It might be useful. I'll ask the housekeeper to make a copy for you."

This was an unexpected yet pleasant development.

Seeing that Jiang Jianian was just staring at her without saying anything, Ye Zhiwei, who was still a little hungry, had her attention completely focused on the chestnut cakes in the pastry box. She bent down slightly and said, "So you don't want this, right? Since you don't want it, I'll take it back."

Jiang Jianian's hand was still on it, and Ye Zhiwei couldn't move it no matter how hard she tried. She originally wanted to quietly push the whole box of chestnut cakes back, but Ye Zhiwei had to use some force to try to move it.

Her long, curly, wispy hair brushed against the back of Jiang Jianian's hand, causing a slight itch, a tingling, numbing sensation that went straight to his bones.

Jiang Jianian let go of his hand.

Ye Zhiwei got her chestnut cakes back as she wished. She ate one of the last two, and seeing Jiang Jianian looking at her, who seemed quite hungry, Ye Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, "There's one last one, do you want it?"

"Need not."

Jiang Jianian refused verbally, but finally managed to look away with difficulty, picked up her pen, and opened the book, though her mind was not on the book at all.