My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 322 - 265: Sordid Skills!

"Creak~"

The wardrobe doors swung open, revealing nothing but clothes. Wu Wenyue paused slightly, murmuring, "It can’t be, I heard it clearly."

He Yimeng also followed into the room, "Sister Yue? What’s wrong? Is there any more clothes you haven’t taken?"

"It’s nothing." Wu Wenyue frowned slightly, closed the wardrobe doors, turned around, and saw He Yimeng holding a large bag. "What are you carrying? I remember you came empty-handed, right?"

"It’s the costumes for you and Gu Jinyu."

He Yimeng smiled slightly, "There was too much stuff. Mu An’an couldn’t take it all, so I helped her carry it."

"Give it to me."

Wu Wenyue reached out to take it, "Don’t do these kinds of chores in the future, save your strength. Filming is exhausting."

"It’s okay, I’ll just put it in the car when we get downstairs."

"Hand it over."

The bag ended up being snatched by Wu Wenyue, and the two walked into the elevator. As the iron doors closed, He Yimeng suddenly spoke, "About last time... Sister Yue, I’m still very sorry."

Wu Wenyue felt a bit uncomfortable, "It’s nothing, didn’t we already talk it through? Mostly blame Li Peifeng, that heartless jerk with a brain directly connected to his gut, who runs wild just because of his face with a so-called ’pastoral beauty.’ You should stay away from him and focus on work..."

"Wu Wenyue, just shut up, I think you have a kind of ’missing brainstem beauty!’"

Halfway through speaking, Wu Wenyue’s expression suddenly changed, looking around in horror.

"Sister Yue, don’t worry, I won’t fall into the same trap again... Sister Yue?"

He Yimeng was also puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

"Ding~"

The elevator reached the first floor, and Wu Wenyue, still shaken, asked, "Did you hear something?"

"No."

"Then it must be because I didn’t rest well last night, maybe just hallucinating?"

He Yimeng’s eyes lit up, thinking she hit a spot of her expertise, "What did you hear?"

"Heard... never mind."

Wu Wenyue shook her head, "Let’s go."

"What a waste, truly a waste!"

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Li Peifeng sighed, "Brother Yue, you really are a bit all brawn and no brain!"

He realized why the two got along so well, it must be that He Yimeng quickly played nice once he left the room.

It seems the white-haired girl has figured out Brother Yue’s nature, soft over hard; as long as He Yimeng acts obedient and demure, Wu Wenyue won’t make it hard for her.

"I guess it’s a good thing, at least I don’t have to worry about them letting personal matters affect work."

Li Peifeng kept thinking ’let the past be the past,’ shifting his attention away from the two girls to...

"Zhao Qingge, Zhao Qingge, Zhao Qingge..."

Still four times, the scene appeared!

In an office at Beihua Normal University of Arts and Sciences, Zhao Qingge, wearing glasses, sat at the desk, flipping through two thin articles, her brows furrowing more tightly as she read, seemingly dissatisfied.

On the sofa beside her sat Lu Jing and Lin Zhihui.

The two younger sisters wore uneasy expressions, as if facing a terrible judgment.

A moment later, Zhao Qingge withdrew her gaze from the article, looked at her two disciples, and sighed deeply.

"You two, in your next life, go be a tree on Haituo Mountain."

Lin Zhihui vaguely felt this wasn’t something good, standing up, her avoiding eyes not daring to utter a sound, while Lu Jing gathered her courage, approaching the desk, "Teacher, please enlighten us."

Zhao Qingge slapped the document in her hand, speaking noncommittally, "You’ve wasted so much paper in this life, harming so many trees, naturally, in the next life, you’ll have to become trees to repay the debt!"

"..."

Lin Zhihui’s face twisted in conflict, cautiously, "Then mentor, could you make a small correction for us? So we can go back and amend it."

"Can’t correct it." Zhao Qingge held her forehead with her right hand, "There’s really no point in correcting it, just chop it with an axe."

Lu Jing instantly wore a bitter face, "Rewrite it, huh?"

"Rewrite," Zhao Qingge nodded slightly, "I dare say, the articles I told you about before, you haven’t understood them! Go back, keep reading, keep writing, and hand it to me the morning after tomorrow."

Both young sisters looked on the verge of tears.

"But this is already, this is already the third rewrite."

"Mentor, are we really that bad at writing? I remember last time you praised us at the dinner table for becoming independent researchers..."

"I was talking about your senior brother!"

"..."

"Start over, quickly go!"

Zhao Qingge’s tone slightly intensified, waving them away, "This is the final time, if you still don’t make it..."

Before the words were finished, Lu Jing, not daring to let her continue, nodded and bowed, "Okay, okay, we’ll go back and revise... ah, rewrite!"

After speaking, the two left, while Zhao Qingge sat in the office, still able to hear their small conversation.

"Senior brother is gone, what should we do now? Completely lost!"

"It’s the thirty-fourth day without senior brother, I miss him so much! Maybe we should call him later and ask for guidance?"

"That’s all we can do."

"Honey, what are you smiling about?"

"..."

Zhao Qingge’s upturned smile immediately flattened. Pressing her lips, she glanced at the phone on the desk, then looked around, walking to the door and peeking down the hall.

Nothing!

"Did I hear wrong?"

Zhao Qingge’s face was full of doubt, taking off her glasses to simulate a head massage, but her phone rang, Li Peifeng...

"Director, are you in the office?"

Zhao Qingge frowned and made a sound, "Just now..."

About to speak, but stopped, however, Li Peifeng continued where she left off, "Just now, I seemed to see you criticizing the two junior sisters in the office, but actually, I’m at home writing... it was just a sudden impulse, so I thought of giving you a call to ask."

"Huh?"

Zhao Qingge’s mouth slightly open, her shocked expression unexpectedly a bit cute, "Really?"