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

Chapter 142 Stop it, it itches!

Zhang Muchen stood by the roadside, watching Liu Wuyang hurriedly get into a taxi and drive away. Then, he looked down at the spot on his arm that Liu Wuyang had pinched, leaving it bright red.

"Damn it, woman, you're too ruthless!"

He pursed his lips and gently rubbed his aching skin.

That was truly an accident.

Liu Wuyang fell too suddenly. I instinctively reached out to catch her, but I lost control of my hand and ended up touching a place I shouldn't have.

But I really didn't mean to.

Zhang Muchen sighed and looked down at his palm.

"But I must say, it's quite round."

He clicked his tongue twice, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and casually strolled down the street with his hands in his pockets.

As night deepened, neon lights reflected on the ground in a dazzling display.

It's nice to take a walk alone.

As night deepened, the number of pedestrians on the streets gradually dwindled.

Zhang Muchen walked along the street with his hands in his pockets. At a corner, he saw a small shop with its lights on.

Black rice ball?
Zhang Muchen stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on this rather famous little shop.

There were more than a dozen people lined up in front of the shop. At this time of day, close to nine o'clock in the evening, such business was clearly extraordinary.

Zhang Muchen leaned closer, somewhat curious.

Black rice, fried dough sticks?
As a northerner, he found this Jiangnan snack very novel.

The purplish-black rice wrapped around the crispy fried dough sticks, and my stomach, which had been running for more than ten minutes, quickly sent a signal.

night snack!

"Give me a fried dough stick and a black rice ball," he said to the clerk.

I'm just a frail high school student, only 1.85 meters tall, and I'm still growing.

I have to eat a really big midnight snack.

"Please wait a moment, young man," the shop assistant replied politely.

Zhang Muchen stood to the side watching the shop assistant skillfully mix the steaming hot fried dough sticks and black rice, wondering what it would taste like.

Just then, a familiar mechanical voice rang out in my mind without warning:

[Alzheimer's Disease Special Injection (Three Courses of Treatment) Awaiting Distribution]

[Note: Please use the injectable solution as soon as possible after receiving it, or store it at a suitable temperature.]

[The system has detected that the host's current environment does not meet the requirements for secure storage; the system can store the data on behalf of the host.]

【Do you want to select system-generated storage?】

Zhang Muchen's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the line of text that prompted him.

Deposit?

He was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and chose to save the file without hesitation.

The next second, a confirmation message flashed on the system interface, indicating that the data transfer was successful.

Zhang Muchen breathed a slight sigh of relief and gently touched the tip of his nose with his palm.

Medical resources of this level can become unusable in an instant if the temperature conditions are not right.

Since there's nowhere to store it now, it's better to entrust it to the system for safe and convenient management.

Wow, this system is really convenient.

Zhang Muchen raised the corners of her mouth and reached out to take the lunch ball handed to her by the shop assistant.

Bah.

A mouthful of steaming hot black rice bursts in your mouth, its subtle sweetness mingled with the aroma of crispy fried dough sticks.

As Zhang Muchen ate, he started walking towards the hotel, and the system's voice echoed in his mind again.

[Mission Completed: Take Chu Youting to dinner with Li Changqing to catch up]

[Reward: 10,000 RMB]

[Host Chu Jiuli, your dinner with Li Changqing reminded you and your sister of your first time visiting Jinling.]

After the dinner, Li Changqing mentioned Liu Wuyang, who is now a top expert in the field of brain-computer interfaces.

Chu Youting expressed her desire to meet her former teacher, Ms. Liu.

[Task: Contact Liu Wuyang and take Chu Youting to her home for a visit.]

[Reward: 10,000 RMB]

Zhang Muchen stared at the task that had just popped up from the system and gently stroked his chin.

"I'm taking Xiaoyouzi to Sister Yang's house. There's no real reason."

He frowned, feeling a sense of helplessness.

But when he thought of the system notification mentioning that Sister Yang had become a top expert, Zhang Muchen couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Tsk, are all the people around me this fierce?"

What about himself? The system's brief remarks about the future made no mention of him.

What will I be doing in the future?

Zhang Muchen was confused.

The system has issued so many tasks, but I've never been mentioned.

Am I just a name that comes along in my deskmate's youth?

"Oh well, never mind. None of this matters."

Zhang Muchen looked up at the trees under the streetlights as the wind blew through them.

"Just study hard and stick close to your deskmate and Sister Yang."

Back at the hotel, Zhang Muchen found a large group of people gathered around his room.

Several waiters stood anxiously by the door, while Chu Jiuli, Chu Youting, and Wang Shishi also looked around.

He quickened his pace and stepped forward: "What's going on? Holding a press conference right outside my door?"

Zhang Muchen glanced at the crowd, his tone full of doubt.

When Wang Shishi saw him return, she quickly moved closer and whispered, "Dude, the fire sprinkler in your room exploded. The room is flooded now..."

"Huh?" Zhang Muchen was stunned on the spot.

He turned his head and saw that the door was open, and inside a repairman was standing on a ladder, checking the ceiling with tools while shaking his head.

The water had already flooded the floor, and the bed was soaking wet.

"Um, how about we change rooms?" Zhang Muchen said, looking at the lobby manager standing next to him.

The lobby manager looked apologetic and bowed his head repeatedly: "I'm so sorry, sir, all the rooms are fully booked tonight."

Full?

Zhang Muchen paused for a moment. His gaze drifted towards the room that had been transformed into a tropical rainforest experience center.

Needless to say, it's impossible for anyone to stay here tonight.

He sighed helplessly and turned to look at Chu Jiuli and the others who were standing there.

"Who will take me in tonight?"

The air suddenly went still after these words were spoken.

The three girls exchanged glances—complex, conflicted, and a little uncomfortable.

Only Wang Shishi smiled and raised her hand, her eyes curving into crescents: "Dude, let's go together."

Zhang Muchen nodded, then glanced around again: "Anyone else want to sign up? If you want to sleep with me, it's not too late to raise your hand."

Liu Wuyang crossed her arms over her chest, the slight flush on her face having faded considerably.

She said with a calm gaze, "Don't push your luck. Tonight, the three of us will share a room, and you and Shishi will share a room."

"Alright, alright, how could I dare disobey Sister Yang's orders?"

He turned and waved to them: "But if you change your mind at the last minute, I welcome you anytime."

After saying that, he followed Wang Shishi into the room.

Liu Wuyang glanced in the direction he entered, her gaze lingering for a moment before returning to its original direction. She muttered under her breath, "You brat."

Inside the room, the lighting was warm and soft.

Wang Shishi sat on the bed, her little feet swinging along the edge, her fair toes trembling.

Zhang Muchen happened to catch a glimpse of it, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

Oh no, it's a jailer.

Wang Shishi noticed his gaze and chuckled, "Dude, can I borrow your little feet to play with?"

After saying that, she leaned back and stretched her legs out into the air. Her wobbly little feet stopped right in front of Zhang Muchen.

"I'm not that perverted."

He rolled his eyes, took a step closer, and gently tapped her forehead.

"Waaah, buddy, you don't even want the pretty girl jailer anymore?" Wang Shishi pouted, looking aggrieved.

“I didn’t say no.” Zhang Muchen tilted his head mischievously.

"Huh? You just said you weren't that perverted."

“Yeah,” he raised an eyebrow, “because I’m—completely perverted.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her ankle and gently pulled her down onto the bed.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Before she could struggle, Zhang Muchen's fingertips had already landed on the soles of her feet and gently traced a line.

"Hahaha, bro, it's so itchy!"

She laughed hysterically while kicking and struggling.

"Stop it, it itches."

(End of this chapter)