Xia Qiuxia shrugged: "What else?"
Chen Ze rolled his eyes at her, then held out his left hand to her: "Do you think I'll come to you again for my next medical appointment? Look what you've done to my left hand. There are seven needle marks on the back of my hand and eight on my wrist. People who know the situation might be okay, but others who don't might think I'm doing drugs."
Xia Qiuxia raised her haughty chin: "You should feel honored that a beautiful woman like me is giving you acupuncture. Of course, as compensation for leaving that little mark on the back of your hand, I'm willing to treat you to dinner at the school cafeteria after class at 6 o'clock."
Chen Ze waved his hand: "No, no, no, Xia, let's skip the meal. This meal is making me feel uneasy. You should treat someone else. I have to go to class. Goodbye!"
After saying that, he turned and left, heading straight for the classroom.
On the way, Chen Ze felt extremely frustrated. He thought that his good looks had attracted the girl, but he didn't expect that she just wanted to use him to practice her acupuncture skills. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling like he had been slapped in the face by a young girl.
A short while later, he arrived at the finance class classroom and put down his backpack.
Cao Yingying, who was sitting in front of him, turned around, looked at him with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Chen Ze, do you want to go out to eat after class?"
Instead of answering, Chen Ze asked, "Do you have a mirror on you? Can I borrow it?"
"What do you, a grown man, need a mirror for?"
"Of course I want to see if my looks have declined."
Sitting next to him, Zhang Guoheng was speechless at his words, thinking to himself: Has this kid lost his mind today?
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