Stop Arguing, Fairies and Demon Girls All Belong to Me!

An accident forces the mortal Zhang Shaozhong to sign a soul contract with his nemeses: the aloof and proud fairy Ling Qingxue and the enchanting and seductive demoness Ye Meier.

With their l...

Chapter Thirty-Four: Gender Equality!

That night, Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he wasn't sleeping, but rather jumping around in hell.

Not only was the floor sore all over him, but those two darlings on the bed never stopped!

Although they stopped arguing loudly, the rustling sounds of their rivalry never stopped!

A moment later, Ye Meier deliberately rolled over and pulled the blanket all the way away. Ling Qingxue immediately said in a freezing tone:

"Witch, return the brocade quilt."

A moment later, Ling Qingxue moved even slightly, and Ye Meier became sarcastic:

"Tsk, what a hypocrite. Even in his sleep he's so restless, trying to ambush you?"

Zhang Shaozhong was caught in the middle, unable to offer any advice, unable to sleep, and could only silently pray that dawn would come soon.

Finally, as dawn broke outside the window, the town's hustle and bustle hadn't even begun, and the room was finally a little quieter.

Zhang Shaozhong, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes, tiptoed to his feet, feeling as if his body had been trampled by a herd of elephants.

He glanced at the bed.

Wow! Goodness!

The two big shots were still in the "galactic separation" position, but they obviously hadn't slept well either.

Although Ling Qingxue still had her back to her, her shoulders were taut.

Ye Meier stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes vacant, looking utterly hopeless.

Zhang Shaozhong quietly slipped into the bathroom and finished washing up as quickly as possible.

When he came out, he found that the two had already sat up and were exchanging sharp glances, with invisible sparks flying in the air.

Good morning...

Zhang Shaozhong gave a dry greeting.

He was met with two cold snorts in response.

Well, another beautiful day begins with low pressure.

When I went downstairs to check out, the receptionist had already changed shifts.

The new receptionist, seeing the three incredibly good-looking but strangely tense group, especially the two young ladies with their murderous glares and heavy dark circles, didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly processed their check-out.

Stepping out of the hotel, the cool morning air lifted the spirits of the three of them a little!

The main problem was Zhang Shaozhong; those two big shots still looked like they owed them eight million spirit stones.

"Where to next?"

Ye Meier rubbed her sore neck and asked irritably,

"I'm starving and exhausted. If you dare let me eat that lousy pancake again, I'll..."

"Eat breakfast! We're definitely having a proper breakfast!"

Zhang Shaozhong quickly assured them that all he wanted to do now was to shut these two ancestors up with food.

He led the two men around town looking for a breakfast shop. They eventually found a steamed bun shop that looked very popular, with steaming buns wafting out of the steamers at the entrance, emitting a wonderful aroma.

"Let's go with this one!"

Zhang Shaozhong's mouth was practically watering as he looked at the plump, white steamed buns.

Upon entering the store, it was quite crowded, and we had to share a table.

They shared a table with an older man who got up early to work.

The middle-aged man looked at the two elegant but unfriendly beauties and became a little reserved, burying his head in his tofu pudding.

Zhang Shao ordered a basket of meat buns, a basket of red bean buns, three bowls of millet porridge, and several side dishes.

The steaming hot buns arrived, their aroma filling the air.

Ling Qingxue looked at the snow-white, fluffy buns, her eyes still scrutinizing them:

"What is this? Why is it so fluffy? What kind of fermentation process was used?"

Ye Meier simply grabbed a meat bun, scalding it so much she hissed, but didn't let go. She took a bite, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"Hmm? This minced meat is seasoned quite well, it smells delicious!"

Seeing her rude eating manner, Ling Qingxue disdainfully picked up a red bean bun, took a small bite, and was slightly taken aback by the delicate and sweet red bean filling, but she refused to admit defeat verbally:

"Too sweet, not even one percent as sweet as Linggu."

Zhang Shaozhong ignored them and started wolfing down his food; he was starving.

The uncle who shared the table finished eating quickly and left.

At this moment, the loud conversation of several middle-aged women at the next table caught the attention of the two big shots.

"Hey, did you hear? Old Li's daughter got into that... graduate program! That's incredible!"

"A graduate student? What's that? Is it even more impressive than a college student?"

"Of course! I heard he can become a high-ranking official in the future!"

"Tsk tsk, she must be incredibly lucky! What's the point of a girl studying so much? She should just get married early..."

"Reading? Women reading?"

Ling Qingxue caught the key words and looked at Zhang Shaozhong with some surprise.

"Women in this world can actually attend school and study like men? And even... become officials?"

In her original world, although there were female cultivators, women generally had a low social status, and those who studied and became officials were extremely rare.

Ye Meier also became interested, and even slowed down her eating of the bun:

"Oh? Women can become officials? That's interesting. Where I'm from, might makes right, regardless of whether you're a man or a woman."

Zhang Shao nodded:

"Yes, that's right. We promote gender equality here. Girls can go to school, study, take college entrance exams, and pursue postgraduate studies... They can become scientists, politicians, entrepreneurs... anything!"

"Equality between men and women?"

Ling Qingxue pondered these four words carefully, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although the sect she belonged to did not look down on female disciples, the overall environment was still deeply rooted in the concept of male superiority and female inferiority.

Hearing this word made her feel both curious and somewhat...indescribably touched.

Night Enchantress scoffed:

"Equality? Easy for you to say! Where is there any true absolute equality? It's just a self-deceiving slogan for the weak."

Although she said that, a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes.

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