Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 345 Being too smart isn't good either

The video call was answered after quite a while.

"What?!"

What came into view was actually Grandpa's face!
Zeng Wenjie was startled and immediately flicked away the cigarette pack he had just touched with his left hand. Then he laughed and said, "Sir, it's you? Where's Xiao Mu?"

Grandpa said, "Little Mu is teaching me how to play Go on the computer!"

Mu Qingyang peeked out from behind him, waved, and said with a smile, "Privet!"

She greeted people in Russian.

"Oh... Comrade, you're amazing! You actually taught my grandfather how to use a computer!" Zeng Wenjie exclaimed.

"I asked my grandpa to play Tank Battle with me, and I taught him how to use Yicheng Go," Mu Qingyang said with a bright smile.

Well, I was worried that Xiao Mu might be bored, but it seems that he really isn't bored at all!

Grandpa said, "Don't disturb me while I'm playing Go, I'm almost at 4D!"

Zeng Wenjie was both amused and exasperated, finding it hard to imagine what it would be like for his grandfather and Xiao Mu, both novices, to be playing the Little Tyrant game together with the controller.

"Alright," Zeng Wenjie said helplessly.

When Mu Qingyang arrived at his home, he was completely out of favor.

I sent him a video call, and he actually told me not to bother him.

"I'll take Xiao Mu to the county town to have some fun tomorrow," Grandpa said.

The word "嗨" is a dialect word from Baishui Town, meaning "to play".

Zeng Wenjie was taken aback and asked, "You're taking her out to have fun?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Take her to take care of some old friends."

Zeng Wenjie's lips twitched. He hadn't expected his grandfather to be so vengeful. He had several chess friends in Shizhu County, all of whom were quite good at chess. They were probably at the 4D-6D level on the chessboard.

Grandpa would occasionally go to the county town to play chess with his friends, but he lost more often than he won, and his retirement pension was often wasted.

"Grandpa, click the hang-up button, let's continue playing chess!" Mu Qingyang said happily.

"..." Zeng Wenjie felt even more resentful.

"Oh, okay! I'll take you to play chess tomorrow, and we'll definitely crush those old guys!" Grandpa said as he hung up the video call.

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but feel sorry for his grandfather's chess friends. Given the level of chess players in that small county, Mu Qingyang's skill would probably be enough to wipe out three hundred miles of them.

He opened the link to "Battle Through the Heavens" and sighed. His drafts were gone again!

So, I gritted my teeth and started becoming a writer.

The comments section was filled with complaints. There was no way around it; the delays in updates were just too severe, and the frequent breaks in updates were really getting to the point where readers were finding it hard to keep up.

"Let's stop criticizing the author and instead offer some good suggestions. He took the suggestion I gave him last time!"

Only "Potato," a true fan, urged everyone to refrain from insults and instead offer useful suggestions.

So, Zeng Wenjie, who was having some writer's block, decisively left a message and interacted with him, gradually recalling the somewhat vague plot and solving the problem of his broken train of thought.

After writing 10,000 words and then, in a madman, splitting them into five chapters, I planned to send them to Mu Qingyang at a different time.

Let's delay it for as long as possible, and only publish it when she urges us for the manuscript.

After packing his things, Zeng Wenjie left the school.

There are no roommates in the dormitory, so staying here is boring and lacks sources of joy.

Moreover, the beds in the dormitory are narrow and hard, making them uncomfortable to sleep on.

Why does he have to stay in the dormitory and torture himself when he could be sleeping comfortably in a luxurious bed with the soft and gentle Mrs. Feng?
"Oh, what a rare guest!"

Feng Xiao sat in front of the computer with a glass of red wine beside her. When she saw Zeng Wenjie arrive, she became sarcastic and unpleasant.

Zeng Wenjie directly instructed, "Take some time to write an article for me on the theme of 'College Student Entrepreneurship.' It should highlight a broad perspective, focus on the times, have a novel idea, and be positive and uplifting..."

"Fine, fine, I never really liked writing essays when I was in school, but now I'm ghostwriting for you!" Feng Xiao gritted her teeth.

"Marlene doesn't support idlers." Zeng Wenjie lazily took off his clothes, preparing to take a shower.

Feng Xiao wanted to smash his head with her computer. She didn't want to keep idle people around. Now, she managed almost all of Marlenia's online affairs. She was in charge of monitoring data, communicating with the platform, and training customer service staff every day.

Then, Zeng Wenjie poked his head out of the bathroom and said, "Feng Xiao, your article is brilliant. All the major official media outlets have praised it highly. Whether I can shine even brighter in the future depends on you!" Feng Xiao rolled her eyes, but a smile appeared on her face.

I casually opened Word and drafted an outline, listing points one through five...

That damn Zeng Wenjie didn't even have an outline when he wrote "Battle Through the Heavens," so some of the plots inevitably seem a bit loose. Luckily, he had the help of his enthusiastic reader "Potato," otherwise he would have ruined it long ago.

While taking a shower, Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but think that he had already done more than enough by not giving "Battle Through the Heavens" to Feng Xiao.

"To ask something I shouldn't, did you also write similar articles for your father back then?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Why ask a question you shouldn't have?" Feng Xiao sneered.

"Just curious."

"I've read it, but I haven't written it. His secretary is much more capable than me."

Zeng Wenjie pointed to Feng Xiao's red wine and said, "I want to drink too!"

He bought a case of Lafite, but he himself barely drank any of it.

Feng Xiao was about to get him a wine glass, but Zeng Wenjie said, "I don't want a wine glass to drink from."

Feng Xiao bent down and picked up the high heels, pretending to fall into them.

"If you act like a jerk again, I'll really beat you up!"

"That college student really knows how to have fun!"

Feng Xiao smiled, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and slowly leaned in.

"You just insulted me?"

"No, brother~"

"Call again."

"Brother~~~~"

Zeng Wenjie felt a sense of satisfaction.

This luxurious bed is indeed wonderful; the more than ten thousand yuan was well spent. At least it no longer creaks and groans like the previous bed, and I can now fully concentrate on listening to Feng Xiao's beautiful voice.

"Have you ever worn a cheongsam?" Zeng Wenjie suddenly asked.

"No."

"then you……"

"In no mood!"

“Okay, I’ll buy you two blue and white porcelain cheongsams to try in a couple of days,” Zeng Wenjie said.

Feng Xiao asked with a half-smile, "Does Zeng Mi look that good in a cheongsam?"

Zeng Wenjie's expression stiffened, and he said, "Sometimes being too smart is indeed not a good thing. No wonder you're forced to live such a wretched life."

Feng Xiao couldn't help but reach out and pinch him, yelling, "You'll die if I don't reopen your wounds!"

“You’ve been reborn from the ashes, why would you care about these things?” Zeng Wenjie said.

"It has been reborn from the ashes, but not reborn." Feng Xiao sighed, then leaned weakly against his chest.

Zeng Wenjie asked curiously, "How do you know Zeng Mi looks good in a cheongsam?"

Feng Xiao said, "Isn't a teahouse a perfect match for a cheongsam? But I advise you not to court death."

“I know my place,” Zeng Wenjie said. “Otherwise, why would I need you to wear it?”

"I'll bite you to death!" Feng Xiao roared.

"Come on, tie your hair up! I told you to tie your hair up!" Chief Inspector Lei Luo's voice seemed to have possessed him.

In the end, of course, Feng Xiao conceded defeat.

There's no way around it, an 18-year-old male college student is practically like a bull.

Feng Xiao made Zeng Wenjie turn his back and hugged him from behind before falling asleep.

This woman seemed to have an unusual infatuation with his back.

(End of this chapter)