Under the warm sun.
Ji Qingqian was wearing a soft, oversized sweater.
The aroma of roasted chestnuts, which Grandma had bought from somewhere, lingered around me.
The white clouds in the sky moved slowly and gently.
She squinted comfortably, like a cat that had just woken up.
"--Come."
Her boyfriend walked up behind her, holding two cups of hot cocoa. He handed her one of them.
Ji Qingqian took it and gently blew on the scalding hot air.
"I really want to be a useless little brat who doesn't have to do anything." Ji Qingqian's voice was soft, almost like she was being coquettish.
"Huh? Aren't you still reading? You little good-for-nothing wouldn't be this diligent," Lu Yibei said.
He was referring to the books that Ji Qingqian had placed on her lap at that moment.
—The Art of Speaking.
"Found it in your study. You still read this kind of book?"
Ji Qingqian said, "No wonder he's so eloquent, so sweet-talking, and so manipulative, hiding a knife in his smile."
I said stop.
Lu Yibei stopped his girlfriend, asking, "Are these idioms you're using the same word?"
Ji Qingqian snorted twice: "I don't care. So there's a reason why Young Master Lu has been so eloquent since he was a child. I thought he was sincere. It turns out it was all a skill, not true feelings."
"no."
Lu Yibei took the book and looked it over from both sides: "You really found it in my study?"
Why don't I remember him?
"Otherwise, do you think I would read this kind of book?" Ji Qingqian asked, tilting her pale face upwards.
The golden sunlight shone on her face, making her look warm and cozy.
Lu Yibei tried to recall something and finally remembered.
"Damn, I bought this to reach the minimum order amount for the 618 sale..."
"Hmph, still won't admit it."
“If you hadn’t found it, I would have forgotten where I put it.”
"quibble."
Lu Yibei glanced at Ji Qingqian, then looked at his girlfriend's pert buttocks sitting on the soft sofa: "Get off me, let me see what you're hiding."
"--I don't."
"The book cover?"
"No, I didn't."
"quibble."
Lu Yibei returned those words to Lady Ji.
In fact, Ji Qingqian had hidden the transparent plastic wrapping—the plastic seal of the book. In other words, she was the one who opened the book.
—Playing Lu Yibei.
Lu Yibei flipped through two pages and asked, "Is it good?"
"not good."
After Ji Qingqian shook her head to answer, she suddenly realized, "You've already seen it all, why are you asking me?"
Lu Yibei laughed: "I thought Ms. Ji had learned a bit about 'The Art of Language'."
"Hmph~ Anyway, I just can't speak properly, so Young Master Lu can dislike me all he wants." Ji Qingqian wrinkled her nose.
"Can't you speak?"
Lu Yibei suddenly became serious and criticized, "What's the point of having that mouth?!"
Before Ji Qingqian could answer, Lu Yibei seemed to have suddenly thought of the answer and smiled:
"That must be reserved for me to kiss, come and give me a kiss."
"—You bastard, you little pervert, get lost!"
Ji Qingqian slapped Lu Yibei's face with her paw, like a big cat chasing its owner.
Lu Yibei smiled and turned two more pages of the book.
Then the conclusion was also reached:
"It's really not good-looking. Why look at this kind of thing?"
Ji Qingqian smiled faintly, clutching a cushion, but her tone was still one of grievance and reproach: "This servant is afraid that I might offend Young Master with my harsh words—Young Master does know how to speak, but he refuses to teach me, so this servant has no choice but to learn on my own—"
"Stop acting like you're living in a secluded mansion." Lu Yibei slapped his girlfriend on the head with a chop.
It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy.
Ji Qingqian chuckled softly, then said to her boyfriend:
"Hey, can you teach me some high-EQ communication skills?"
I don't really want to learn, I'm just bored.
I plan to have some fun with Ah Bei.
“There’s no such thing as a thing…” Lu Yibei said.
Even if he did have it, it wouldn't be something a clumsy young man like him could grasp.
Besides, "high emotional intelligence" is a false proposition.
Some people think that having many friends means having high emotional intelligence, but if you think about it another way, why is it that he has high emotional intelligence, rather than that his friends have high emotional intelligence and can tolerate him?
It was just that I happened to meet the right person.
Ji Qingqian looked at Lu Yibei.
Lu Yibei: ...
"Alright, alright, Teacher Lu is starting class. Please take notes, students." He had no choice but to say.
"Please give me your guidance, Professor Lu," Ji Qingqian said.
Lu Yibei thought for a moment: "Then let's start with a real case, let's take an example."
Ji Qingqian gave an example.
She handed a roasted chestnut to her boyfriend.
Faced with his girlfriend's adorable actions, what could Lu Yibei, as her boyfriend, do but show a doting smile?
"Hmm, let me think. Like what I said yesterday."
“My writing skills are average, but my camera presence is decent.”
"How should we answer this question? Does anyone know the answer?"
Under Lu Yibei's scrutiny, Ji Qingqian quickly raised her hand and loudly proclaimed, "Me, me!"
"Then let's ask the bright, beautiful, and lovely Ji to answer this question." Lu Yibei gestured for her to answer.
"A person with low emotional intelligence would reply, 'Yes, you do have a good sense of the camera,' but a person with high emotional intelligence would reply, 'Who said your writing skills are average? I think they're excellent!' Professor Lu, right?"
Ji Qingqian leaned her face forward, as if she were asking for praise.
“Yes, that’s right. But what would someone with higher emotional intelligence say? Has Ji considered this question?” Lu Yibei asked.
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