"She has long, black, curly hair, and her eyes are covered with ribbons. She is very beautiful and is inseparable from the male player next to her. They hold hands no matter what they do."
However, none of that is the main point. The main point is that this woman is incredibly skilled in combat and can petrify people. It's very easy to get hit if you look directly at her face.
Liu Run, a middle-aged man, raised his eyebrows, and they matched perfectly.
This woman is exactly the same as the description given by a player I know.
It's a pity that person died too young, killed before the rankings were announced, otherwise they could have given me more information.
Staring at Shi Jinzhe in the distance, Liu Runsheng had other ideas.
Even carrying one other player is difficult, let alone carrying a cheater. This woman must be very skilled. If I could bring her to my side...
Liu Run glanced at Cheng Youan.
The Cheng family paid him money, and three veteran players teamed up to help him clear a dungeon. Now he feels that the money to buy his life could be even higher.
“You’an, there’s a very skilled player by his side. If you can get her to come to your side, her life will be more secure.”
Cheng Youan hesitated: "Can it work? Skilled players are very difficult to approach."
"Money can make the devil turn the millstone; how will you know if you don't try?"
As the two were talking, Shekh repeated what he had told Shi Jinzhe in unison.
Shi Jinzhe's gaze was heavy.
Did he dig up the Cheng family's ancestral graves or violate some heavenly law in his past life? Not only did he enter the game in Cheng You'an's place, but he also had to plunder him completely.
Watching Cheng You'an walk towards them, Shi Jinzhe's melancholy almost turned into gloom.
Cheng Youan truly felt this gloom. He stopped, thought of what Liu Run had said about petrification, and continued walking.
When we got closer, my resentment resurfaced.
Contrary to expectations, the most ordinary coat looks sharp and tailored on Shi Jinzhe, no less impressive than high-end luxury brands.
Standing in a crowd, even when behaving intimately with someone of the opposite sex, there is no sense of frivolity; one remains composed in every gesture.
Cheng Youan suddenly remembered the half-sentence he had seen in the message pop-up after the etiquette class teacher forgot to take her phone away yesterday.
Why are you still teaching him how to walk...?
walk.
Cheng Youan had never known that there was so much to learn about walking.
He always thought that all you needed to do was manipulate two legs.
It wasn't until the Cheng family hired a posture coach for him that he realized there were so many requirements.
When walking, use your heels as the fulcrum, do not lean forward, and do not keep your head and spine in a straight line throughout the entire walk. The swaying of your shoulders should not be too large, but it should not be completely absent either.
In addition, you need to adjust your breathing rhythm to show a calm and relaxed feeling in different situations.
One should stroll leisurely, not slack off.
Cheng Youan unconsciously straightened his back, trying to stay calm; he couldn't let himself be outdone.
Ignoring Shi Jinzhe, he flashed what he considered his most polite smile and extended his hand to Shehe, "Beautiful lady, would you mind getting to know me? My father is Cheng Yun."
"..."
Sheh frowned, his gaze starting from that hand and moving upwards to scrutinize Cheng You'an.
He was half a head shorter than Shi Jinzhe, and his looks were alright, but he was a bit dark-skinned, and his clothes were rather strange.
The intricate jewelry designs were dazzling, making the person look like a stone tablet covered with various logos.
She disliked the stiff posture.
And the smell on your body is like a flower growing on a grave; you can only see the surface, but if you take a deep sniff, you can smell the rotting smell of the soil beneath.
In short, this person is tough and smelly.
She didn't really want to talk to her.
Shekh ignored the hand, turned around and hugged it tightly: "Do you have something to say to him? I want to go back to the hotel to eat cake."
"There's one thing I'll say, and then I'll leave."
Shi Jinzhe swept his gaze indifferently over Cheng Youan, saying, "I have no interest in the Cheng family whatsoever. Whether it's you, Cheng Yun, or Qiao Huiyun, I've paid my dues. Don't use your despicable methods on me anymore. We're strangers now. I hope you and the Cheng family can both have some self-respect."
"Second-rate?"
Cheng Youan had just been rejected by Shekh, and those three words had already triggered his sensitive nerves.
His bluish eyes made his suddenly lowered eyebrows look extremely sinister.
Since returning to the Cheng family, the word he hates most is "low-class".
He is indeed the only child in the Cheng family, but not everyone accepts his identity.
Two months ago, Cheng Yun took him to a charity gala and introduced him to several influential figures.
During the conversation, those people did not show any impropriety; in his view, they could be said to have had a very pleasant conversation.
When he invited them again, they made excuses and had their assistants give him various reasons.
In high society, the most hurtful form of contempt isn't pointing your finger at you and making sarcastic remarks, but rather engaging in conversation with you briefly and then avoiding contact altogether.
Cheng Youan didn't understand what he had done wrong, so he went to ask Cheng Yun, only to see the undisguised disappointment in his father's eyes.
From then on, his life was filled with various classes, from nine in the morning to six in the evening, without a single day off, just like clocking in and out at work.
Every time he felt he was doing well, the teachers would become even stricter.
Until yesterday, he unexpectedly learned that every one of these teachers had taught Shi Jinzhe.
All their demands on him were based on the principle of "timely extinction".
That person who was clearly driven away, yet is still everywhere.
The subtle contrast drove Cheng Youan to the brink of collapse. He confronted Cheng Yun, who told him to look for the cause within himself.
Why can others do it, but you can't?
Cheng Youan took a deep breath, trying to calm his resentment.
The person who enjoyed twenty years of his life deserves to be compensated with everything they have!
"Isn't my status as a nobody just because you took my place?"
"That's the Cheng family's problem. I didn't take your place."
Shi Jin turned back to look at Cheng Youan and noticed that he was still wearing black equestrian gloves.
Instead of staying at home, he appeared in a southern city thousands of miles away, wearing riding gloves to keep warm, looking as if he had run out without any preparation.
Suddenly, Shi Jinzhe understood something.
He asked Cheng Youan, "Is a life filled with all sorts of classes good? I've lived like this for many years. Except for the seven hours I sleep, every day is like this. If you like it, you have plenty of time to live like this in the future."
Hearing the word "course," Shekh looked up from his arms and asked, "What course? Can I take it?"
That eager tone was no less than a knife to Cheng You'an's heart.
He suppressed his displeasure and forced a gentle smile at Shekh:
"If you want to learn, you can come to class with me. The Cheng family has top-notch teachers. What do you want to learn? Piano, horseback riding, fencing, and many more."
Cheng Youan picked a few that would be easy to make physical contact with, but Shi Jinzhe had nothing. What good things could this female player see if she followed him?
If he's not interested in the course, he can just throw money at it.
No one doesn't love money; if you're not tempted, it's because you haven't spent enough.
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