The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 134 Boys Also Need Skincare

Zhang Muchen opened the door to the room, and the door to the room opposite was open.

Wang Shishi held Chu Jiuli's hand with one hand and a water glass in the other, giggling.

Hey buddy!

She turned around and saw Zhang Muchen, then grinned and waved at him.

"Keep your voice down, it's so late."

Zhang Muchen walked into the room and casually tapped her on the head.

Wang Shishi covered her head, stuck out her tongue, and then ran to the door and closed it.

The moment the door closed, the lively atmosphere inside seemed to be enveloped, and the sounds immediately became much softer.

"The meeting will begin at 8:00 AM tomorrow, with entry at 8:30 AM."

Zhang Muchen picked up his phone and glanced at it. The time on the screen had already jumped to 10:20. "Aren't you guys going to sleep yet?"

He glanced around the room as he spoke.

All three girls were wearing pajamas. One was leaning against the bed looking at math problems, one was sitting cross-legged removing a face mask, and the other was sitting quietly with her head down.

He raised an eyebrow: "The three of you, crammed into one room?"

Wang Shishi blinked: "Dude, do you want to squeeze in too?"

"Cough cough."

It is not impossible.

but
Zhang Muchen glanced at Chu Jiuli, who was focused on her work.

"Let's be serious. This future bigwig in the scientific research field, I'd better leave her with a respectable impression."

Wang Shishi glanced at Zhang Muchen, who remained silent, and chuckled, "Dude, Jiuli Youting and I are planning a deep skincare routine. Do you want to get a set too? Boys need to fight aging too."

Zhang Muchen initially rolled her eyes, but when her gaze swept over the row of bottles and jars, she suddenly became serious.

What French XX, Swiss XX essence.
All big brands.

He silently touched his face.

"...I'll have one too."

Zhang Muchen spoke frankly and sat down directly on the edge of the bed.

Damn it, a guy's face is a face too.

Who knows, he might go bankrupt someday and still have to rely on his handsome face to make a living off a woman.

Upon hearing Zhang Muchen's agreement, Wang Shishi's eyes lit up, and she took out her skincare products even faster.

"Bro, didn't you invite Yang-jie along?"

"No."

Wang Shishi lowered her head and mumbled guiltily, "She's too scary, I don't dare to call out to her."

Zhang Muchen didn't say anything more, and her gaze naturally turned to the two sisters on the opposite bed.

Chu Jiuli leaned against the headboard, wrapped in a light blue cartoon pajama.

Chu Youting sat cross-legged, her pink and white pajamas covering her completely.

Zhang Muchen glanced at it a few times, then quickly looked away, losing interest.

The pajamas are too tight, bad review.

"By the way, have you decided what majors you'll choose?"

As soon as Zhang Muchen asked the question, all three girls looked up.

"I just need to get a bachelor's degree," Wang Shishi was the first to answer.

"Fine, a private undergraduate program is still an undergraduate program."

"Waaaaah, I want to go to a public school!"

Wang Shishi looked aggrieved, hugging the face mask box and whimpering.

Zhang Muchen chose to ignore it and shifted his gaze to Chu Youting, who was staring at him obediently.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine with anything."

Chu Youting's voice was soft and gentle, like a marshmallow falling into hot milk, warm and indistinct.

"Hmm, with Xiaoyouzi's grades, she'll be pretty much guaranteed a place anywhere," Zhang Muchen thought to himself.

As long as I don't study civil engineering, it's fine.

He finally turned his gaze to Chu Jiuli, and their eyes met as she looked up.

"Hey deskmate, what about you?"

Chu Jiuli held the pen and paused for a moment: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Zhang Muchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

I brought up this topic to test her direction.

After all, the system mentioned that she would make scientific research findings on Alzheimer's disease in the future—which would inevitably involve neurology and medicine.
Just as Zhang Muchen was about to ask a few more questions, he saw Wang Shishi swaying over, carrying a face mask.

"Here, one face mask for each of you."

She distributed them with a smile, like a child handing out candy.

After shoving the face mask into Chu Jiuli's hand, Wang Shishi grabbed another one and slapped it into Chu Youting's hand, saying, "I was looking at the meeting summaries in the email today, and I found they involved so many different fields. Like neurology, biomedical engineering, software engineering, artificial intelligence, and stuff like that."

As she counted, she looked at Chu Jiuli and asked, "Jiuli, is there anything here that interests you?" Chu Jiuli looked down at the face mask pouch in her hand and hesitated slightly.

"Neurology, I guess."

"It seems quite interesting."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Muchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Honey, isn't that quite interesting?

It's a little bit interesting!
Wang Shishi walked up to Zhang Muchen and slapped the face mask onto his hand.

"Have you washed your face? We've all washed ours, so you can just apply the mask directly."

"I showered in the room."

"Hehehe, let's begin then."

Wang Shishi smiled and sat down next to him, skillfully tearing open the face mask packaging. She unfolded the mask and held it up to Zhang Muchen's face.

"Dude, let me put it on for you."

"Okay."

Zhang Muchen did not refuse and obediently lowered her head slightly.

Wang Shishi stretched out her fair little hand and carefully adjusted the position of the face mask.

Her fingertips gently traced his face, smoothing out every inch of his forehead, the sides of his nose, and his jaw.

The cool, smooth texture, combined with the essence, slowly penetrates the skin, bringing a slightly refreshing sensation.

The world before Zhang Muchen's eyes turned into two small black holes, and in his peripheral vision, he saw Wang Shishi's smiling face.

Across from her, Chu Youting watched this scene, her gaze quietly fixed on the spot where Wang Shishi's finger had traced.

"Youting, let me apply it for you."

Chu Jiuli sat down, tore open a face mask, and said softly.

"Um"

Chu Youting leaned her head slightly, and the moment the mask was gently placed on her face, the cool touch made her take a deep breath.

She closed her eyes and let her sister help her stick the edges on.

A few minutes later, all four of them had a thick layer of black face mask on their faces.

The light shone on the face mask, reflecting a faint glow, which looked both comical and whimsical.

Zhang Muchen took out his phone and raised the camera: "Come on, let's commemorate this."

click-

The shutter clicked, and the image froze on the screen.

One man and three women, neatly crammed together in the frame, looked strangely adorable.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Jiuli, Youting, Shishi."

Liu Wuyang's voice came from outside the door: "Go to sleep early, don't be late tomorrow, be at the venue before eight o'clock."

Zhang Muchen immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door.

The door opened, and the light shone on Liu Wuyang.

She was still wearing that neatly tailored white shirt, her long hair falling over her shoulders.

But the next second, her expression paused slightly.

In my line of sight were four faces covered in dark face masks.

The air fell into a subtle silence for two seconds.

"You guys continue. Remember not to be late tomorrow."

"Teacher Liu!" Wang Shishi suddenly jumped up and grabbed her arm. "Come and do your skincare too!"

"No need," Liu Wuyang gently shook her head.

She had just lifted her foot to leave.

Snapped!
A cool, moisturizing black and gold face mask was applied directly to her face.

Liu Wuyang was stunned.

"Zhang Muchen!"

Her voice trembled: "I haven't taken off my makeup yet."

"It's not too late to remove it now."

Zhang Muchen reached out and pulled her into the house. Liu Wuyang stumbled and was dragged into the room.

The door clicked shut.

Only the hotel room number plate hanging at the door—0817—was left, swaying gently under the corridor lights.

Inside the room, a burst of laughter rang out, carrying the lightheartedness of youth.

As night deepened, starlight and neon lights blended together.

The gentle hustle and bustle of this night has quietly been etched into the chapters of the girls' youth.

(End of this chapter)