Chapter 9 He Zhao's phone rang at 12:30 pm. She groggily opened her eyes and...
He Zhao's phone rang at 12:30 pm. She groggily opened her eyes, yawned widely, and stretched. After completing these pre-morning rituals, she sprang out of bed with a jolt.
He Zhao didn't order takeout because she was meeting Qiao Yanyu at 2 PM. After washing up, she went to a nearby restaurant and ate a bowl of wontons. After finishing her meal and returning to her room, she started playing on her phone again.
He Zhao has very bad living habits, which is also because she is a rich girl who is unsupervised and has a lot of money. She is idle at home and can only find some motivation by staying online. She doesn't care that her house is a mess, as the housekeeper she hired will clean it up for her.
Even though she no longer had the means to hire a nanny after coming into this world, she still couldn't immediately change her old routine.
Seeing its host lying in bed playing on their phone, with the food still unwashed after returning home that morning, the system couldn't help but mentally complain: This is truly the worst host I've ever had. But regardless, since it had already chosen He Zhao as its host, the system felt a sense of responsibility towards him.
[Host, it's 1:25 PM now. Qiao Yanyu is a very punctual person; she will definitely arrive at your rented apartment before 2 PM. Furthermore, according to the system's deductions, Qiao Yanyu is a very capable and clean person. The condition of your current residence will definitely negatively impact her impression of you.]
He Zhao, who was curled up in bed playing games on a winter's day, was stunned. It took her a moment to understand what the system meant. Then, she gasped in shock. She realized that her dream guest had actually come to her doorstep.
Her initial thought was that she had already dressed and was ready to leave before Qiao Yanyu arrived, so Qiao Yanyu wouldn't have seen the terrible state of her rented room. But Qiao Yanyu was a special official, so maybe she had excellent eyesight... And just like the system said, Qiao Yanyu, who was such a smart and capable person, must also be very clean.
Subconsciously, He Zhao didn't want Qiao Yanyu to dislike him.
Call it looks if you want, but she genuinely liked Qiao Yanyu's appearance. Even though she felt there was no chance between them, He Zhao didn't want to see disdain in the eyes of her crush. So even though He Zhao was lazy as she was, she jumped out of bed in a flash.
In the dead of winter, getting out of the warm bed was a huge challenge, and He Zhao felt like the blankets were entangled with him. But He Zhao still managed to get out of bed and get dressed, driven by the somewhat childish thought that he "didn't want Qiao Yanyu to hate him."
She started cleaning.
He Zhao was not skilled at this household chore. She had cleaned very few times since she was a child. Even when she was in college, she would stay overnight and hire a cleaning lady to help her clean. There was no need for her to do it herself.
As she cleaned, she couldn't help but curse the system: "System, you're such a damn idiot! If it weren't for you, I would never have been able to do this kind of work by myself in my entire life."
The system fell silent; it was rather clumsy with words and didn't know how to talk to its host.
He Zhao only grumbled; after cleaning around, she realized that in just a few days, the room had indeed become quite a mess. She didn't have the money to hire a housekeeper, so she decided to make the best of it and fix things herself.
Fortunately, the system really didn't have much money, and the rental apartment it prepared for her was small, so she could keep it clean herself. If it were her old big house, she would have worked herself to death and still couldn't finish cleaning it.
She sweated quite a bit, even in the dead of winter, and He Zhao realized she didn't have many clean clothes. He Zhao paused for a moment. Although she didn't have much money right now, she had managed to squeeze some out of the system, so she could still buy a few outfits.
It's too late to buy now; I can only wait until after I finish talking to Qiao Yanyu today before going to the mall to buy some.
He Zhao poured himself some water and was extremely satisfied with his current rented room. It was 1:45 PM, just as the system had predicted. Qiao Yanyu seemed to be a very punctual person. He Zhao had just sat down to rest when the doorbell rang.
He Zhao came out of her small house and went to the front door. As soon as she opened it, she saw Qiao Yanyu. Having just finished cleaning the room, He Zhao was particularly confident: "Sister Qiao, you're here so early! Would you like to come into my room and sit for a while?"
Through the open door, Qiao Yanyu could see a glimpse of the rented room. At that moment, He Zhao became extremely nervous. It was as if she had been transported back to her junior high school days, facing a particularly strict math teacher who would check her homework.
Qiao Yanyu smiled and said, "Let's sit down again next time. Have you eaten? Would you like to get something to eat?"
"I've already eaten; I had wontons downstairs."
"Shall we go then?"
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll get the things."
He Zhao didn't actually have much; mainly just the pile of documents the system had given her, including her ID and street vending permit. He Zhao always felt that since she was unregistered, these things must have come from dubious sources. So she carried them with her; if anything went wrong, she'd immediately confess everything to the system.
He Zhao carried a small bag and followed Qiao Yanyu out. Qiao Yanyu parked her car downstairs. At first, He Zhao didn't see it. But when Qiao Yanyu walked to the particularly cool motorcycle by the roadside and handed He Zhao a helmet, she realized that Qiao Yanyu was riding a very heavy motorcycle.
With its all-black frame, the front section encased in black metal and plastic, even when not in use, it gleams like a ferocious mechanical beast lurking in the winter sun. Anyone who passes by this motorcycle can't help but exclaim, "So cool!"
The moment Qiao Yanyu put on the motorcycle helmet, He Zhao felt that Qiao Yanyu was incredibly handsome.
Actually, He Zhao felt that it was better for girls not to try such heavy machinery. It wasn't that she thought there was anything wrong with girls riding motorcycles, but rather that most motorcycles nowadays were designed according to men's body shapes. Whether it was the operating habits or the basic frame construction, they were more geared towards men.
Such machinery is very unfriendly to women. Men and women naturally have different body types and strengths. However, the outcome is completely different when a trained woman is wielding the equipment against a man. If a woman's legs are not long enough, it poses a significant safety hazard when riding a motorcycle. In fact, some female riders who were once popular on short video platforms couldn't even touch the ground with their toes while sitting on the motorcycle.
Many boys in the comments section said they were cute, but He Zhao only saw that in case of danger, the female riders would not be strong enough to lift the heavy machinery.
This is not the woman's fault; motorcycles were originally designed for men.
But Qiao Yanyu is completely different.
She was a frontline fighter against ghosts, her entire body radiating strength—the kind of professionally trained woman He Zhao envisioned. Moreover, she had the financial means to customize heavy machinery to better suit her physique. When she mounted the motorcycle and turned to look at He Zhao, her overwhelming coolness was enough to mesmerize him.
The cold, mechanical behemoth was, at this moment, nothing more than her little kitten.
Qiao Yanyu urged silently: Aren't you coming up?
He Zhao blushed, silently put on her helmet, and then sat down behind Qiao Yanyu. Qiao Yanyu reassured her, "Don't worry, I have a motorcycle license, and I've never had any points deducted or been in an accident."
He Zhao's hesitation was mistaken by Qiao Yanyu as her worry. He Zhao shook her head, then realized that she was still wearing a safety helmet, which Qiao Yanyu couldn't see at all.
But when He Zhao sat on the back of the motorcycle, she faced a dilemma. She couldn't possibly keep the motorcycle upright the whole time, ensuring she never touched Qiao Yanyu, could she? Qiao Yanyu didn't know, but He Zhao knew perfectly well. She was a lesbian, and Qiao Yanyu was her crush, her ideal type. Under these circumstances, making intimate moves without her knowledge would be incredibly unfair to Qiao Yanyu.
Yesterday, she was a bit shameless to cling to Qiao Yanyu's leg, but in all honesty, she did it out of genuine feeling and didn't think anything of it. But now that the two of them are so close, it would be too indecent of her to secretly cling to Qiao Yanyu's body to reassure herself.
He Zhao didn't have such thoughts, but Qiao Yanyu felt that He Zhao's actions were inappropriate. She turned around and said to He Zhao, "Hold me tighter. It's windy in winter, and it's dangerous for you to be like this."
"No...it's me..."
Before either of them could finish speaking, not because they were shy or anything, but because one turned around and the other looked down, their helmets bumped together with a dull thud.
The experience of bumping into each other while wearing helmets is not pleasant. The spot where you hit your helmet hurts a bit, and your head is buzzing. However, the pain comes and goes quickly, disappearing in no time.
This little incident made both of them laugh at the same time.
Before He Zhao could react, Qiao Yanyu reached out her hand. Wearing leather gloves, she pulled He Zhao's hand directly: "You're not wearing gloves, it'll be cold if you just hug me, put it in my pocket."
He Zhao did as Qiao Yanyu said almost subconsciously. The back seat of the motorcycle was slightly high, and when she leaned forward, she inevitably pressed down on Qiao Yanyu, and her hand could only fall into Qiao Yanyu's pocket.
That's good, since I'm not hugging her waist, it's not too ambiguous.
Qiao Yanyu's pockets were warm, much warmer than He Zhao's. He Zhao, who spent all her time at home and rarely interacted with others, was momentarily stunned. She couldn't help but wonder: were other people's pockets as warm as He Zhao's?
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