Chapter 22: Which courtesan eats so much on a date?! ...

The sky is like a giant drawing tablet, with the thick white marshmallow erased in the center by the artist—pop, revealing a perfect soft-boiled egg.

Withdrawing his sight from the orange-yellow skylight, Chen Che crushed the weeds in the cracks of the bluestone with his toes, annihilating one bunch and aiming at another. No grass grew within a two-meter radius... The backyard gardener looked up. The young master wanted to learn weeding techniques?

My arms were sore from the long call, and just as I was about to switch hands, a voice came over the receiver: "Ah, why didn't you hang up?"

Her breathing rate dropped much slower than when she was "beating people up." Shen Che smiled: "You kill the enemy on the front line, and I support you from the rear."

A rabbit with a three-lobed mouth appeared in my mind, rushing to the sleeping lion, waving its arms high, arrogantly.

"Support?" The girl calmed down and seemed to have arrived in a quiet place, and her voice dropped.

The man offered three casual words: "Cheerleading."

“…”

Chi Leyou on the other end of the phone just walked into the library and his steps obviously stopped. After all, they had made money together. Not only did he not support her, but he also acted like he was just here to watch the fun.

"Our Chi thug is so small. What if we fail to defeat him and encounter a counter-attack?" The male cheerleader kept chattering, "I have to be responsible for carrying the wounded off the battlefield."

From cheerleading to medic, does he enjoy role-playing? Why doesn't he hang up the phone? Does he have to win the cell phone battery competition?

"Why don't you speak?" The medic wanted to slap the face of the shocked wounded soldier from a distance.

Chi Leyou: "...My phone is almost out of battery."

Chen Che pulled his hot phone away and glanced at the upper right corner. He forgot to charge it last night, and his phone was actually running low on power.

He turned a blind eye, stubbornness being the foundation of his character: "It only uses one bar of electricity."

Okay, okay, stop showing off the latest iPhone your rich sister bought you. Round 2 counts as your winner, right?

In the library, her old seat had been taken. It must have been the defeated female enemy secretly sending energy waves, making her bad luck as uneasy as the A-share market, with a green tint that made people panic.

The Kawazu cherry trees outside the window have intertwined branches, with their long branches stretching out, pointing straight to the white clouds and blue sky, secretly foreshadowing that spring is about to arrive.

She didn't get to eat fried dough sticks and sesame cakes, nor did she get a prime workstation. The bear market was about to butcher her. The spirited stock investor Chi Leyou was limp: "I'm going to die."

"Is the power really out?"

"Low battery." The Duracell rabbit touched her shriveled belly and said she was going back to her rabbit den to eat. "I didn't buy the rabbit grass I had been craving at the forest animal cafeteria, so I could only eat Park Ye-jin's kimchi cold steamed buns."

"The bionic robot is going into the charging bay?"

“…”

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"Miss Chi——"

Chi Leyou turned around, squinted for a long time, and recognized the person: "Hello."

The receiver is clear and can recognize the voice. A pure-blooded foreigner. Who is it?

"Hmm? Oh, no rush... Actually, just put the book on the table. You don't have to wait for me."

The man insisted, "That won't work. I'm still trying to figure out how to pay for the glasses... There aren't any suitable jobs for me lately."

Thirty kilometers away at a manor villa, the gardener raised his long-handled hedge shears and with a snap, the hedge wall became two inches shorter, revealing a head behind the wall.

The young master who was nearly executed in the vegetable market was completely unaware and mechanically took a step forward, still holding the phone in his hand.

5% battery, true low power mode.

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The brief chat ended, and the girl's voice became clear again in the receiver: "Why haven't you hung up yet?"

“Lady first.”

Chi Leyou: "Then I'll hang up. I'm going to have breakfast."

Thinking of what she said earlier about being "busy beating people up", Shen Che thought she was joking, "You're a thug collecting debts for others, and the boss doesn't even give you a lunch box?"

The golden and crispy fried dough sticks are like the courtesan in a brothel, swaying their slender waists and waving their rainbow handkerchiefs: "Guests, come and play~ Female guests are welcome too~ We in Yihongyuan are not rigid in our personalities~ World peace~"

Chi Leyou, who was so hungry that his eyes were blurry, looked like a dog drooling on the ground.

"It's all your fault." She confided in a few words the whole story of how she'd torn a female Japanese soldier apart with her mouth. "If you hadn't been talking nonsense, I would have been eating fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, and wontons a long time ago!"

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The gardener was still in shock, and the gardening shears almost hurt someone. But the young master didn't get angry, instead he ran away.

Encountering a security patrol car, Chen Che hijacked it. The camera zoomed up to reveal a maze-like backyard, with tulip bulbs lined along the sandy white walkway, ready to be planted. Several gardening workers emerged from the greenhouse, arms full of Strelitzia reginae.

On the third-floor balcony in the distance, Du Yuanshan leaned on the railing and looked out, her binoculars locked on the robber, her slender fingers tightly gripping a blue and white diamond gradient custom microphone.

"Ah-ah--you little brat, I finished my English class and you haven't left yet?! You--"

The exponentially amplified sound fell from the top floor to the living room and then sank to the basement.

The air was disturbed.

Finally, the magic sound flew out from the exaggerated Corinthian column balcony, swooped down to the distant driveway, and the electric patrol car disappeared into another building.

Teacher Martin hesitated to speak: "Aria..."

Du Yuanshan turned her head and said, "Teacher, teach me how to curse!" She didn't believe that she couldn't teach him a lesson!

Teacher Martin, who knew a little about Chinese, twisted his lips into a knot, but the high training fee offered by the sponsor, Mr. Shen, was really tempting. He secretly said, "Oh my God, my conscience has been bought by Satan."

The F word is used worldwide, so use it with caution as there is a high risk of group fights.

A word starting with A, body part/organ, insult level ten.

If you find a word that starts with B, your skull will be harvested with a broken beer bottle.

One dares to teach, the other dares to learn.

Teacher Martin looked at this well-maintained wealthy lady. She looked like a gorgeous greenhouse flower. Did she have any muscles? What if a flower-armed person came crashing down from the other side? How would she handle it?

After learning that she was a famous Chinese movie star and a singer who was tuning up in a recording studio, Mr. Martin changed the subject and asked, “Have you seen Run Laura Run?”

The topic turned to Du Yuanshan's most professional field: "Of course, this movie has set many precedents, such as game-based narrative and innovative film editing—"

The young foreigner shook his head: "We are not discussing movies. I told you to run away after you finish scolding me. You have to keep running to save your life. Do you understand?"

"Emm..." This is the fourth English word Du Yuanshan learned today.

Teacher Martin said solemnly: "When you are interviewed by the media, don't say that I taught you English."

“Sure…” The fifth one.

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"Sister Wang." Shen Che walked into the kitchen.

All the workers turned their heads.

Is it an illusion?

The scene before him seemed unreal, as if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had moved to the imperial kitchen.

"Master?" asked Wang's wife, "Do you have any instructions?"

Chen Che walked over to a row of steamers, opened the lids one by one, and peered inside. He was like a hotel guest who vowed to finish all the breakfast buffet. "The shrimp dumplings this morning were delicious. Do you have any more?"

"There's another cage."

"Help me pack."

"Do you have fried dough sticks, preserved vegetable pancakes, or wontons?"

Everyone was surprised that high-fat, high-carb Chinese food never appeared on Du Yuanshan's menu. She preferred light Cantonese cuisine.

The chef, with his registered residence in "Cantonese-style twin ponytails", barely reached Chen Che's shoulders with his insoles. He looked up at Chen Che, and the gold medal Cantonese chef's eyes were apprehensive: "Master, do you want to eat breakfast from your hometown?"

There is no pickled mustard greens in the kitchen, and even the most skilled cook cannot cook without vegetables.

In fact, he wanted to ask, "Master, do you think my cooking is not tasty? Is today my last day of work? If you fire me, please pay N+1."

"I'll make the fried dough sticks now and fry them right away." The chef found a rolling pin.

"Forget it. By the time you're done, I'll be starving." Chen Che pointed to the various breakfasts in the drawer and said, "Pack them all up."

There are a total of 20 food boxes, plus soy milk, freshly squeezed corn juice, and banana avocado milk.

Sister Yan, who was working hard to complete her KPI, quickly cut a box of mixed fruit platter and a box of organic vegetable salad.

Chen Che went to the garage, selected an off-road vehicle with excellent stability, and drove away like a whirlwind.

Uncle Zheng, who came over after hearing this, scratched his head and asked, "Master, are you not full?"

The short and fat chef hugged his rolling pin, looking weak and helpless: "The amount he packed is too much for ten people to finish."

Sister Yan: "I went on a date."

Nonsense.

Mrs. Wang glared at her: "Which girl eats so much on a date?"

It’s not a competitive eating contest!

What's going on? Everyone wondered, could it be that the young master secretly raised a lot of soldiers outside?

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Back in the dormitory, Park Ye-jin turned around, with some kimchi residue at the corners of her mouth and steamed bread crumbs at her feet.

Chi Leyou's heart skipped a beat. All her breakfast went into Park Yejin's stomach. She sighed and said, "I'll call you 'the one who can't feel comfortable without kimchi.'"

Park Kimchi, who was delighted to receive the title of ET, clasped her hands together and used the honorific: "Choi Song Hamidah..."

Please, there are still 3 hours left before the deadline, and I still have 10 pages to draw.

Park Xigua is a kind-hearted person who cares deeply about her roommate. She spared five minutes of her precious time to finish her manuscript and asked, "Are the Chinese food in the cafeteria not to your liking?"

"You've met your nemesis." Chi Leyou said briefly.

"Shit!" Park Ye-jin stood up with a thud, her cheeks gradually flushed red, and two spiral eyes appeared under her eyes. "She can still eat?! She'll die of fullness! She'll choke to death! She'll choke to death! Even the Heimlich maneuver can't save her!"

Chi Leyou patted her shoulder: "I scolded you harshly."

Seriously? Park Ye-jin carefully examined her Chinese roommate.

With that innocent face and those soft lips, would he curse harshly? His eyes were clear, and his lethality was almost zero.

The girl in front of him had a cunning look in her pure eyes: "It's so cool, everyone in the cafeteria heard it, including her current boyfriend."

What the hell? A lamb that was sold and still counting money, and she actually felt good about scolding it? Are you sure she was scolding someone? The one who felt good was actually that green tea mixed-race Japanese woman.

Messages continued to arrive on Xiao Yangzai's phone, and she forwarded one of the videos to Park Ye-jin: "Please watch the verbal battle."

The corner of her mouth tilted up, revealing half a shallow dimple. Park Ye-jin was familiar with her micro-expressions, the pride that only appeared after accomplishing a big thing. She kicked the sheep's hooves like a charlatan who had calculated the fortune accurately.

After walking out of the dormitory door for a while, Chi Leyou fell back, put on her hairy head, grinned, and her dimples became silly. She failed to control her expression and looked not very smart. "Park Xigua, today will be the happiest day for you, please remember it."

The three greatest joys in life: getting a place on the imperial examination, having a wedding night, and getting revenge.

"He's crazy." Park Ye-jin opened the video suspiciously. The deadline was approaching, and not having Yuyu was her greatest blessing.

Five minutes later, loud shouts erupted from the dormitory on the third floor: "Big! Ahh ...

Hearing the sound, Chi Leyou who was standing on the first floor looked up and saw the girls who were holding onto the balcony railings waving excitedly, their faces like pomegranate flowers blooming in May. The girls' eyes celebrated from a distance, and in an instant, flames burst out, blazing in the daytime, bright and unrestrained.

Park Ye-jin didn't care about her image. She was a mentally ill patient who had recovered and was about to be discharged today. She opened her mouth and roared, sending out waves of sound.

——“Where are you going?!”

The figure downstairs gradually became smaller. The girl who was walking away opened her arms high, and the morning sun poured warmly towards her. She became the brightest light in Park Ye-jin's sight.

The wind carries her echo.

——"Let's go eat a free meal!"