Luo Xiaoli showed the message interface to the other two, then said with a worried look, "I can't say it."
"Can't you be a little coquettish? It's very simple, no man can resist being coquettish."
"I'm not very good at it."
"How could you not know this? It's an essential skill for girls. You don't even need to speak." Zhao Xuerou's face was full of disbelief.
"Demonstrate it for me."
"Come on, let me teach you. Just sit on the bed like this, curl one leg up, put the other leg under your chin, support your cheek with your hand, look pitiful, and look up slightly. Also, pay attention to your mouth movements, turn your lower lip out a little, curve the corners of your mouth down, and furrow your brows slightly."
Zhao Xuerou struck a pose that made Ke Bing squint. She thought Xiaorou's movements were incredibly feminine, perfectly embodying the pitiful and charming persona. Being a "playboy" is no easy feat; aside from the sheer power of this pose on men, even Ke Bing, a girl, found it somewhat irresistible.
This move, so easy to learn, combined with Luo Xiaoli's beauty, would probably be enough to easily defeat Jiang Cheng.
Ke Luo Xiao Li really couldn't do it in front of these two people; her personality is rather reserved and introverted.
Fortunately, she simply told the truth.
“You know Zhao Xuerou and I are roommates. She wanted to celebrate and relax since there are no classes tomorrow. It’s federal alcohol prohibition, and the two of them suggested that only you have it, so they asked me to contact you. That’s the whole story.”
"Why are you drinking alcohol so late at night instead of sleeping? Are you planning to have a bonfire party?"
Jiang Cheng was very confused, wondering what kind of trouble Zhao Xuerou was up to.
"She was very insistent, and I couldn't refuse."
Luo Xiaoli felt helpless.
Perhaps sensing his girlfriend's mood, he figured that since they saw each other every day in the dorm, such small requests weren't a big deal. If he were a high-ranking official, he would definitely enforce the alcohol ban to the end, but students don't care so much. Besides, in Jiang Cheng's view, everyone in China was family, and he would try his best to provide them with the best possible conditions.
He had no choice but to agree to the request without saying anything in return.
Jiang Cheng knew perfectly well that Luo Xiaoli wouldn't do anything reckless, let alone get drunk. She would just have a couple of drinks and then rest when the mood was right.
He called Gu Qingwan over, arranged the matter, and then picked up the documents in his hand again.
The students have a holiday, but Jiang Cheng himself doesn't.
These past few days, the issue of unmanned monitoring equipment covering the glacier area has been closely monitored. Independent research equipment requires approval before being handed over to the logistics department, going through a series of procedures. He also needs to keep an eye on the mutation researchers and the academy.
As he looked at the documents, he would sometimes drift off and think that he wished he knew the Shadow Clone Technique from ninjutsu. He wouldn't need many, just ten or eight would be enough.
I'm beginning to understand Professor Zhong's feelings. Before a successor emerged, when he was busy, wasn't he also anxiously searching for one, fearing that the scientific research system he had painstakingly built would collapse if he were unable to continue? Therefore, for a great power, cultivating talent is crucial. Only when a new generation emerges like bamboo shoots after a spring rain can its strength endure.
I vividly remember the joy that Zhong Nanshan felt when he appeared.
Comforting after the bloom, lamenting before the exhaustion.
The idea of creating shadow clones was just a joke. In the future, it might be possible to clone a second Jiangcheng, but such a thing would not be allowed in today's human society.
It is against human ethics.
Under the bright lights, the handsome young man rubbed his cheeks. Gu Qingwan had skillfully poured him a glass of warm water when she got the wine. He raised the glass, took a sip, and turned the page.
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"Three against three!"
"I can't afford it."
"What's going on? You can't even afford three?"
On the makeshift table set up in the girls' dormitory, there were many pieces of paper torn into small squares. Ke Bing and Zhao Xuerou had several strips of paper pasted on their faces. Zhao Xuerou, in particular, had no makeup on and her face was pale. With the paper pasted on, she looked like a wandering ghost next to a lonely grave.
They clearly had some ingenious ideas, actually tearing paper into the shape of playing cards to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).
After several rounds, Luo Xiaoli was invincible and never lost a single game. This time, the other two were her teammates, and they were determined to win against the landlord. However, given Xiaorou's not-so-high intelligence, she only knew to bet on whatever she had. In the end, she only had two threes and one four in her hand, which was already a dead end.
"I'm leaving." Luo Xiaoli tossed down the last card and raised an eyebrow.
Zhao Xuerou's face immediately fell, and she threw down her cards, saying, "I lost again."
She tore off a strip of paper, wet it, and stuck it to her face, seemingly unable to understand why she couldn't win even once. Ke Bing, standing next to her, rolled her eyes and muttered, "Damn it, what a terrible teammate."
Xiao Rou heard this and was powerless to refute it. She pouted and thought to herself, "Bounce back, you stinky woman, bounce back, bounce back!"
The match she couldn't win naturally made her lose interest, until she heard a knock on the door. She instantly jumped up from her chair, her eyes shining with a burning light, and stared straight at the door.
"They're here!"
A visit in the middle of the night must mean they've been longing for something. Who else could be knocking on the door but Gu Qingwan?
As they opened the door, Gu Qingwan, her face expressionless, came into view in the newly lit corridor. Ke Bing quickly removed the note from her face, and Xiao Rou, who had been so happy, became quite reserved. However, being so oblivious to the fact that she had something on her face, her smile faded somewhat.
Gu Qingwan's public image has never been gentle and refined; she has more of a superior aura. Coupled with her stunning beauty that is hard for ordinary people to match, she is at least on par with Luo Xiaoli, and her height is very imposing.
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