The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 167 It's not that women aren't stable, it's that you aren't stable.
The female academic star also sensed that Zhao Xiaochui, whom she hadn't seen for several days, was acting strangely.

But she was just as clever as Jiang Ying; she turned a blind eye.

Zhao Xiaochui was definitely not in a good mood, but she didn't know why.

Not to mention her, even Jiang Ying couldn't say it.

Because the resentment of several household registrations was extinguished, the vast majority of it was passed on by Zhao Xiaochui to Lei Zhen and his group.

The hostility swirled around those ten people a few times... and then disappeared.

This is what it means to carry a heavy burden forward; these are the people who truly embody this spirit. Their salaries do not match their efforts.

As for Zhao Xiaochui?
Yes, revenge, repaying kindness, doing what you should do, with clear thoughts and a unified spirit, you'll always have a cheat code by your side—it's that simple!
Inside the studio on the first floor.

Zhao Xiaochui is examining the female academic star.

Given their familiarity and the fact that they had shared Western-style breakfasts together, Zhao Xiaochui had no worries during her physical examination.

He even touched the female academic star's buttock muscles a few times.

Feeling something strange coming from her body, Zhou Xuan blushed and tried to change the subject.

"Actually, the price for the leisurely travel mode should have been raised a long time ago."

She said, "Even now, several of my classmates are still unable to register new users."

"It feels like those customers who use the 88 price tag are getting a good deal."

Zhao Xiaochui was squatting down, examining the female student's thigh muscles.

"The inability to register indicates that there are currently many customers diagnosed with chronic diseases undergoing treatment services."

So even if they successfully register, they can't get an appointment, since there are only so many massage therapists available.

Zhou Xuan asked curiously, "Why don't you hire anyone?"

Zhao Xiaochui said with a hopeful look, "The relaxed and easy-going HR will be in place soon, and we'll start hiring then."

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's expression, Zhou Xuan's eyes sparkled, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Do you have any requests?"

"It's quite complicated." Zhao Xiaochui stood in front of the female academic star, looking at her intellectual and beautiful face, especially her glasses, which made Zhao Xiaochui's eyes unconsciously flicker.

Zhou Xuan saw all of this.

She let Zhao Xiaochui place his hands on her neck to examine her; at this moment, the two of them looked like an intimate couple.

"Not everyone can be a relaxed and slow-paced massage therapist. Let the HR person worry about it."

Nowadays, Zhao Xiaochui speaks professional terms much more fluently.

Zhou Xuan didn't ask any more questions. This understanding way of getting along made Zhao Xiaochui very comfortable.

Moreover, her next words were an indirect compliment:
“I think the price for a relaxed, slow-paced technician could be even higher,” Zhou Xuan said, subtly sidling forward a little as he spoke. “Should I get an economics student to make a model?”

How tall are you again?

Zhao Xiaochui gave an irrelevant answer, and after letting go of the female academic star, he took out his phone and clumsily started doing calculations.

"Bare feet 1.69."

Zhou Xuan laughed when she saw his expression: "Why don't you just give me the number, and I'll give you the result directly?"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at it, then continued staring wide-eyed at her phone: "I can still do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division."

"Alright, you don't need to use that custom-made pillow anymore. Here's the result. Go back and adjust it."

Zhou Xuan was somewhat surprised; "You've recovered?"

"Then it depends on your muscle growth rate." Zhao Xiaochui's words were ambiguous, but his affirmative tone boosted Zhou Xuan's confidence. "The good news is that the risk of calcification has temporarily disappeared. The focus is still on muscle, muscle, muscle!"

“Okay, okay,” Zhou Xuan nodded repeatedly. “Then, Zhao Xiaochui, would you like to come eat some meat with me?”

"go!"

…………

We had our late-night snack at Baiziwan.

A yakitori restaurant called "Toriman".

Zhao Xiaochui had never heard of either of the terms before, but the thought of the more than one million yuan in his bank account calmed him down.

It tastes exceptionally good.

When it came time to pay, he instinctively reached for the 'Fat Sister' to pack up the leftovers, but then he stopped.

The good mood brought by beautiful women and delicious food also faded somewhat. "Music? Movies?"

Zhou Xuan seemed not to have seen it and continued to ask.

Zhao Xiaochui's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. He thought of that old KTV, which he had never experienced, so he decided on music.

By this time, they had already passed Lingcheng.

He had originally planned to have Liu Li accompany him that night, but judging from Guo Guo's expression, he knew that people who had experienced the Great Cycle would be particularly sensitive.

The naive girl was easily frightened, but the top female student came to her door.

Zhou Xuan's intelligence was enough to extinguish the remaining resentment in Zhao Xiaochui's body.

So, unsurprisingly, Zhao Xiaochui didn't go home that night.

The place where I sleep is quite far from Fatou—near the Northwest Fourth Ring Road and Beijing University.

As a result of waking up according to his biological clock, Zhao Xiaochui paced around in his business suite, which was worth over two thousand yuan.

He couldn't find the person, nor could he find the missing bedsheets.

I finally got through to the female academic star on the phone, but then...

"I'm busy with my research project, I'll contact you if I need anything. Also, Zhao Xiaochui, you did a great job last night!"

"No, hello, hello?"

Zhao Xiaochui checked out of the room, ran into Peking University, and got into an argument with Lao Dong, the dormitory gatekeeper. He lost the argument, and then listlessly took the subway back to Fatou.

From last night until returning to Fatou, the only expense was the subway ticket, and the female academic star took the opportunity to pay for everything.

…………

Walking leisurely, Guoguo, dressed casually, encountered a listless Zhao Xiaochui.

He nodded in satisfaction: "Good, that state has disappeared."

Guoguo didn't ask him what he did all night. They just wanted him to be okay. As for the rest... even if he planned to use the left-click button to seduce someone, the girls would find a way to hide him.

Going out with a woman?
Is that a big deal?
"Sister Guoguo," Zhao Xiaochui said, head down, looking dejected, "I just want to find a steady partner, why is it so hard?"

"..."

"Liu Li thought the same thing a few months ago."

Guoguo remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter this sentence.

Zhao Xiaochui looked up in surprise.

Guoguo: "She found a masseuse who charged 60 yuan an hour."

"A month later, a massage therapist who used to charge 60 yuan an hour could earn over a thousand yuan a night."

"A few months later, the masseuse who used to charge 60 yuan an hour opened a high-end massage parlor."

"A small, dilapidated street with oddly shaped shops has attracted malicious competition from leading domestic companies."

“The massage therapists who used to charge 60 yuan an hour even brought in the security bureau to give the women a confidentiality lesson and make them sign confidentiality agreements.”

“Zhao Xiaochui, Liu Li had the same idea back then. She just wanted to find a steady partner and earn a little more money.”

"But this..."

Guoguo couldn't help but step forward and vigorously rub Zhao Xiaochui's head.

"You... you're not consistent either!"

Is that so?

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head, agreeing with Sister Guoguo's statement.

Anyway, he won't lose out.

I didn't spend any money, and I even have someone to sleep with.

She is an intellectual woman whose beauty is rooted in her own aesthetic sense; such elegance cannot be created by hand.

Zhao Xiaochui's mind suddenly became clear.

"Sister Guoguo, I want Sister Xiaoye to come back."

"Zhao Xiaochui, you've recovered from your injuries, can you please shut up for a bit? All this talk about repaying a debt of gratitude and this and that, what are you trying to do?"

(End of this chapter)