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Chapter 2 Proficiency

It was the plum rain season in Hong Kong, and the sky was gloomy with little sunlight coming through.

After helping the landlady walk from the elevator to the corridor for only a few dozen meters, He Daqi felt soaked with moisture.

This day was outrageous. He Daqi looked at the clothes he had hung in the corridor two days ago, and picked up a handful of them, but they were still wet.

"Are you going to let me live? Do I deserve to have no clothes to wear if I don't have a dryer?"

He Daqi muttered something, then took out the key to open the apartment he rented and walked in with the landlady's help.

The landlady was quite honest and obedient along the way. I don't know if the ride in the car made her sober up a little, but now she can walk a few steps by herself after getting out of the car. At least He Daqi helped her walk this distance without much effort.

He Daqi also relaxed a lot. He was worried that the landlord's wife would vomit in the car. He didn't have much money in his pocket and couldn't afford to pay for it. He didn't want this incident to end up making him have to eat noodles for the next month.

It's a pity that he let go of his worries too early.

The single teenager's apartment was a bit messy. There were a few Dragon Tiger Leopard books scattered on the table, no trash can beside the bed, and a pile of used tissues on the floor.

In addition, it was cloudy for several consecutive days and the windows were not opened for ventilation, so it was difficult to describe the smell in the room.

As soon as the landlady walked in, it was as if someone had shot her in the head with a shotgun. Judging from the power of the shotgun, it must have been at least as powerful as a Russian 4-caliber KS-23 shotgun, and the bullets were spitting out like flowers from the sky.

"My coat!"

The coat that had been draped over the landlady's head to prevent her from being recognized was now used as a spittoon.

The landlady's vomit was so sour that He Daqi was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

I'm in trouble now. This jacket is the waiter uniform given by the bar. There are two sets in total. The outer one has not yet dried after washing and this one is in trouble.

He Daqi was now a little angry, and when he saw that the landlady had calmed down a bit, he slapped her a few times.

While beating her, she lectured her: "I'm making you worry! I'm making you disobedient! With your behavior, it's only natural that your husband has a mistress outside!"

The last touch felt wrong, a little tight, and when I looked up, I met the embarrassed and angry eyes of the landlady.

At this moment, the only sound in the air was the hum of the air conditioner outside the door.

"You hit me?! You set my house on fire, and I kindly bought you a new one, and you hit me! And you said it was normal for my husband to have a mistress?!"

It is really hard to imagine how such an innocent-looking thing could make such a sharp noise.

He Daqi was afraid that some curious housewives would come over to watch, so he quickly turned around and closed the door.

"Miss Zhou, please listen to my explanation."

"I won't listen!"

The landlady staggered and tried to push He Daqi aside and open the door to go out.

"If you go out like this and someone takes a picture of you, it'll be all over the headlines tomorrow!"

He Daqi raised his hand to make way, and seeing that the landlady was still a little unconscious and was about to open the door to go out, he quickly reminded her.

The landlady paused, looked around, walked to the wardrobe, opened it, looked at her ugly self in the full-length mirror, and froze there.

Then she started laughing out loud, laughing hysterically, laughing so hard that tears washed away her eyeliner, and two black lines slid down her cheeks, making her look funny and sad.

He Daqi was a little frightened and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Could it be that this Miss Zhou had mental problems and that's why she retired from the entertainment industry?
"Zhou Huimin, Zhou Huimin! How did you become like this?" The landlady stopped laughing and muttered to herself while looking at herself in the mirror.

It turns out that the landlady’s name is Zhou Huimin. What a nice name.

"Miss Zhou, life is always full of disappointments. It's better to be open-minded. You're sober now. Isn't it time to go home so your husband won't worry about you?"

He Daqi was afraid that she would give out the cloak here, otherwise he would not be able to explain himself. Seeing that she had calmed down a little, he quickly started to persuade her.

"My husband?" Zhou Huimin turned around and smiled sadly, saying faintly, "He won't worry about me."

"Then you should go back and rest early. After all, you've drunk quite a bit. Go back and lie down to sober up. Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the damage I caused by accidentally setting your house on fire in two weeks. I work at a bar now, and I usually get a lot of tips."

He Daqi didn't care whether her husband was worried about her or not. He just wanted Zhou Huimin to wash her face and leave quickly so that he could clean up the mess in the house.

"Even you despise me! Why are you so anxious to let me go? Am I not beautiful?" Zhou Huimin looked at He Daqi in a daze, seemingly unable to understand.

"Why don't you wash your face first before thinking about whether you are beautiful or not?" He Daqi reminded.

Zhou Huimin looked back at herself in the mirror again, and when she saw the two black lines on her face, she burst out laughing.

This also made He Daqi once again confirmed that this landlady must have left the entertainment industry due to mental problems. Zhou Huimin walked gracefully to the sink, turned on the faucet, found an unopened towel, and gently wiped her face with water. After wiping her face clean, she took a glass of water from He Daqi's toothbrush holder and began to brush her teeth with He Daqi's toothbrush.

After a while, Zhou Huimin, with her face glowing again, walked up to He Daqi and looked him up and down as if she was looking at some merchandise.

"You said you were getting tips at the bar? How much was it at one time?" Zhou Huimin's face flushed, as if she thought He Daqi was a good person.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a serious tip." He Daqi quickly waved his hand to explain. He felt that he was a little hit by the beauty filter. Looking at the delicate and elegant face in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Am I beautiful?" Zhou Huimin asked softly, wrapping a strand of hair around her fingertips.

"Beautiful." He Daqi nodded.

"Then do you want to try what it's like to be the leader of the Jade Girl?" Zhou Huimin continued to ask.

"What is the Jade Maiden Sect Leader?" He Daqi was stunned.

Zhou Huimin was also stunned for a moment, then she suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh right, you came here from the inland for tourism, you don't know me."

She took another step forward with a sweet smile, and used her fingers to gently tease and draw circles on He Daqi's chest, then put her mouth close to He Daqi's ear: "What I meant just now was, do you want to taste me? As long as you agree, I will waive the compensation for the house, and you don't have to stay in Hong Kong to work."

"Don't regret it." He Daqi felt his chest pounding and his breathing became rapid. In his previous life, he was watched closely and had bodyguards with him all year round. He had never been teased like this.

"But you have to promise me one thing." Zhou Huimin smiled and lifted He Daqi's chin, then continued, "I want you to keep calling me Mrs. Ni."

"Okay, but you have to agree to one thing from me. You have to wear that purple eye mask."

"can."

He Daqi is not a coward, he has real kung fu skills.

In the previous life, my two grandmothers took good care of me. Although I was a third-generation rich kid who knew nothing, I could only eat, drink and play, but I had no fun.

My grades were not ideal during the semester in high school. The only fun I had was probably finding an ancient scroll in my grandfather's study that contained a secret technique.

He practiced secretly when he had nothing to do, but accidentally injured himself. Later, his grandfather noticed something was wrong, smiled wickedly, gave him a bottle of medicinal wine, and told him the correct way to practice. With his extraordinary talent, he mastered the skills in just a few years.

In his previous life, his family tradition was too strict, so this magical power was only used on the wife chosen by his elders for him, making her obey him in everything.

As a fool, he only had three skills in the system when he traveled through time in this life: cooking, language proficiency, and the other one was the secret technique.

It's a pity that the skill level is only the lowest level, but the lowest level of secret technique is enough. He knows the power of this thing.

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He Daqi lay comfortably on the bed and looked at the system panel. He discovered one thing: the skill level was not only improved by the emotional value. It turned out that the proficiency gained after using the skill could also be used to improve the skill level.

When I traveled through time, I was in a sea of ​​fire. I didn't inherit the memory of my previous life, so I rushed out the door and managed to fool the agent by pretending to be stupid. Then the agent contacted the homeowner Zhou Huimin, and I was in debt as soon as I traveled through time.

He was in a daze for half a month and didn't check the system carefully. He kept flipping through the system panel. He regretted that he didn't realize this earlier. If he had known, he would have gone to work in a restaurant to pay off his debts and improve his cooking skills. Why did he go to a bar at that time? Was it just because the advertisements on the telephone poles said that bars could make more money?

Name: He Xiaoniao (current name He Daqi)

Age: 18
Force: 10
Min: 10
Body: 10
Education: High school

skill:
Cooking [Low Level] Proficiency 0/500 (Original skill is advanced, requires the host to discover the upgrade conditions and upgrade.)
Language Proficiency [Advanced] (This skill is universal in the current plane and does not require upgrading or proficiency.)
Mysticism [Low Level] Proficiency 2/500 (The original skill level is superb and has become a conceptual skill. Therefore, the host can ignore the plane restrictions by increasing the skill level and achieve the original skill effect.)
When He Daqi was staring at the skill panel in a daze, he was lightly kicked by someone.

"Do you have any cigarettes? Give me one." Zhou Huimin asked lazily in his ear.

"No, I haven't bought cigarettes since the last fire." He Daqi shook his head.

"Then bring my bag over, it's in my bag." Zhou Huimin kicked him lightly again.

He Daqi looked at the beautiful leg kicking him and was a little dazed.

Zhou Huimin's legs are like two sharp blades, killing people without being seen. Her jade feet are painted with blood-red nail polish, like the tip of a bear claw knife, extremely sharp, capable of piercing the heart and disemboweling the abdomen.

Seeing He Daqi staring blankly at his feet, Zhou Huimin chuckled, pinched He Daqi's legs with her nimble toes and twisted them, bringing him back to his senses in pain.

"Idiot, hurry up!" Zhou Huimin rolled her eyes charmingly.

(End of this chapter)