The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 320 A mere maidservant, nothing more than a worthless collectible.
"No, let's not!" Zhang Wuyong hugged Tongtong. "I'll stay here with you."

"Stop nagging!" Tongtong pushed him away. "Before I knew anything, I saw you touching them quite a bit."

"I'm innocent!" Zhang Wuyong then turned to Zi Nan, "Then why don't you stay here and keep Tong-jie company?"

Xia Zinan nodded gently.

Zhang Wuyong got up, dressed, and finished washing up in the bathroom. Standing at the door, he asked, "Shall I go over there?"

"Go on, go on!" Zhao Yutong hugged her little sister Zinan.

Zhang Wuyong walked out of the bedroom and peeked in again: "You two are here..."

"Get out of here!" A pillow was thrown at me.

He quickly closed the door.

Zhang Wuyong grabbed his car keys, left his rented apartment, and drove to the small villa inside the science and technology museum.

The science museum is located between the affiliated science and technology high school and the university campus.

On Saturday, one side was still filled with the sound of students reading aloud, while the other side was completely silent, creating a stark contrast.

There was no one around the villa, and the lounge was empty.

Upon entering the large office, the air conditioning was still on.

The sofas on both sides were empty, and there was no sign of boiling water or making tea on the coffee table.

Zhang Wuyong entered the office, closed the door behind him, and changed into slippers.

Zi Nan's wheelchair is still here in the room.

He walked around the desk and was surprised to see a kitten curled up on the single sofa behind it.

The girl in overalls rested her small hands on the back of the sofa, her head tucked into a corner of the sofa.

Although the sofa was large and comfortable, the girl was quite tall, and when she huddled inside, she looked like a cat curled up in a box.

It seemed that only this small area could give her a sense of security.

Even sticking out just one extra toe can be hit by a violent storm.

It was almost noon, and the light outside the window was bright.

The office was comfortably warm, and the lights were off.

The girl, noticing someone watching her, rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Useless classmate?" Her soft voice sounded like the murmur of someone who is unable to confirm reality in their sleep.

"Why are you sleeping here in the middle of the day?" Zhang Wuyong picked up the girl who was trying to make way for him.

The girl sat sideways, her two slender hands resting on his chest.

"I thought you weren't coming." Her voice was soft, like a duckweed swept by a storm, drifting aimlessly, unable to find its roots.

"I wasn't planning on coming," Zhang Wuyong smiled. "I came to see you since I knew you were here."

"Really?" The girl's soft voice carried a hint of unsure surprise.

"I see you're sleeping soundly here, you don't need anyone to keep you company. I'll be going now."

He got up and then tried to stand up again.

The girl hurriedly wrapped her arms around his neck: "Don't go."

"You seem to be doing just fine here all by yourself, don't you?"

"No, not at all." The girl raised her hand and rubbed the corner of her eye.

She gently wiped away a tear that had welled up in her eye.

Zhang Wuyong sat down properly again.

The girl sat on his lap, her head resting on his chest, motionless.

Zhang Wuyong took out his phone: "Let's see if Teacher Liao is free this afternoon. How about we go somewhere to have fun together at noon?"

Yao Xueqin looked up again and whispered, "Can't you just stay with me?"

"A person should learn to share; those who don't share don't even have friends," Zhang Wuyong said. "This is a rare weekend."

Yao Xueqin asked in surprise, "You heard it last night?" She thought he had overheard her conversation with Super Coco last night.

"What?" Zhang Wuyong asked in confusion, "What did you hear?"

"Okay, okay!" Yao Xueqin turned around, her back to him. She sat on his lap, her legs bent and her knees drawn up.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible for a girl to sit on them like that, as they would not be able to support their entire weight.

But for the useless student, this weight is nothing.

After a while, Liao Xiumei replied to the message.

"Teacher Liao said she could free up some time this afternoon to come with us," Zhang Wuyong said.

Yao Xueqin did not speak.

“That way, we can eat out for lunch later,” Zhang Wuyong said.

Yao Xueqin remained silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Zhang Wuyong said. "Oh! Are you throwing a tantrum?"

He lifted the girl, who was curled up with her knees drawn up, and placed her on the sofa: "Then I'm leaving."

As I walked to the door, there was no sound behind me.

Looking back, the girl had vanished again.

I went back and saw her lying on the sofa, curled up in that small space, sobbing and crying, just like at the beginning.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Zhang Wuyong picked her up. "Why are you crying for no reason?"

“You didn’t come here just to keep me company.” The girl choked up. “You came here because you heard from Zi Nan that we’ve been having trouble with our cultivation lately and need your help.”

"What's the difference?"

"That's why it's different." The girl pouted, trying to get out of his arms.

"You're making more demands now?" Zhang Wuyong pressed down on her back with one hand and hit her: "Don't be ridiculous, don't make so many demands. Remember your place, you're not allowed to disobey."

He hit very hard.

The girl's cries grew louder and more joyful.

"You're getting happier the more you fight?" Zhang Wuyong was speechless.

"You can hit me, you can scold me, but you can't ignore me." The girl whispered as she lay on his lap, "I was all alone this morning, and I felt like none of you wanted me anymore."

"I don't want you anymore." Zhang Wuyong threw her away with both hands. The girl flew up, over the desk, and crashed to the ground in front of it.

Of course, with his control of the Void Dragon Claw Hand and the girl's gradually improving physical abilities, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

The girl giggled and got up again, running back with a charming and lovely expression: "Master, I was wrong. I know you still love me!"

"Feeling sorry for you? You're just asking for it, you deserve a beating." Zhang Wuyong knew her very well.

"Don't be angry," the girl said alluringly, hugging his leg. "But I really want to know, what am I to you, Useless Classmate? Am I considered your personal property?"

Zhang Wuyong laughed and said, "Private property? You dare to call yourself that? It's just a worthless private collection!"

He deliberately feigned disdain: "Property is incredibly valuable, constantly appreciating in value. Buying and selling it is like buying and selling rising stocks, or real estate waiting to be developed and sold at a high price."

"Do you think you have that value? So it's just a worthless but decent-looking collectible. It's not worth much, but it's just sitting in the basement, and people only open it to look at it occasionally. That's all."

Xueqin immediately beamed with joy and rushed over to hug his waist: "This is good too!"

The useless classmate bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, then pulled her back onto his lap.

The girl nestled against his chest. "Then, Master, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Where's the beauty?"

"Just now, Master, you said that although I'm worthless, I'm still quite good-looking."

"Really? I don't remember."

"It's obviously there," the girl said coquettishly again.

"Are you asking for a beating again?" Zhang Wuyong picked her up, used his lightness skill to leap over the desk and land on the ground.

Then came another series of actions.

Just then, the door opened again, and Liao Xiumei came in.

Liao Xiumei's eyes widened: "Um... did I come at the wrong time?"

Seeing that the girl on the ground wouldn't get up, Zhang Wuyong put his arm around Liao Xiumei and said, "Let's go, leave her to watch the house alone. I think she's quite happy here by herself."

(End of this chapter)