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

Chapter 22 Sister Yang really looks like a succubus
Liu Wuyang leaned back slightly, her back against the chair, her arms crossed over her chest.

Her slender legs were crossed, her black stockings gleaming faintly in the sunlight. The smooth lines created an undeniable sensuality.

Indeed, youth has its own beauty. And time has its own beauty.

Zhang Muchen sat opposite Liu Wuyang, sighing inwardly.

Liu Wuyang glanced at Zhang Muchen's crossed legs: "Put your feet down, that's rude."

"Oh."

Zhang Muchen responded and immediately put his foot down.

As he put his foot down, he leaned forward slightly, placed his hands on his lap, and looked straight at Liu Wuyang.

"Sister Yang, don't be angry. I was just joking."

"If you leave, I'll be the first one to be heartbroken."

Liu Wuyang gave a soft hum, slightly raising her chin, making the beauty mark under her eye even more noticeable.

"If you're really serious, then you should study math properly."

Zhang Muchen shrugged: "It's PE class time now, let's talk about life, not studies."

"You're always so glib and smooth-talking. Go get me a glass of water."

“No problem.” Zhang Muchen stood up with a smile.

But as soon as he stood up, his gaze involuntarily fell on Liu Wuyang.

Her long hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, and the beauty mark behind her black-rimmed glasses possessed an indescribable allure. Her legs, clad in overlapping black stockings, were elegant and long, and the professional short skirt clung to her waist, outlining her slender curves.

Zhang Muchen felt that if he put two devil horns on Liu Wuyang's head...

That is——

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cough cough...

Can't think about it anymore.

Amitabha……

Zhang Muchen suppressed his dark thoughts, turned around, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of Liu Wuyang.

"Sister Yang, here's your water."

Liu Wuyang took the water glass and looked up at him: "Why were you staring at me like that just now?"

"Oh, I admire the beauty mark at the corner of Yang's eye. It suits her face very well."

Zhang Muchen always speaks frankly and is never stingy with praise.

Liu Wuyang was slightly taken aback, her gaze involuntarily falling on Zhang Muchen's eyes. They were bright eyes that revealed a hint of cunning, but at this moment they held an added touch of seriousness and sincerity.

Liu Wuyang gave a soft hum, slightly averted her gaze, and as if to cover up her actions, picked up her water glass and took a small sip.

"The mouth is quite sweet."

"Sister Yang is so beautiful, she must have a lot of suitors."

Liu Wuyang raised her hand and gathered a stray strand of hair behind her ear: "It's alright. I did have some when I was studying in China. But after going abroad, I'm in the lab every day, so it's much quieter."

"Isn't your family pressuring you to go on blind dates?"

Zhang Muchen took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and casually handed a handful to Liu Wuyang.

"No. They're not in a hurry, and neither am I."

Zhang Muchen pressed on, "What about your boyfriend? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"If you don't have a boyfriend, you must have someone you like, right?"

"This one……"

Liu Wuyang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly realized something was amiss. She looked up at Zhang Muchen, who was cracking sunflower seeds with a curious expression.

What's wrong with this kid? He's asking all sorts of questions like a bunch of distant relatives visiting home for Chinese New Year.

What's even more outrageous is that I actually answered them all subconsciously!
Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow and kicked Zhang Muchen's leg without any hesitation.

"Zhang Muchen, is this a question you should be asking?"

"Didn't we agree to just chat?" Zhang Muchen grinned, rubbing his leg.

"Alright, then let me ask you." Liu Wuyang smiled slightly, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "Who do you like?"

Zhang Muchen shrugged: "Me? I like money."

Liu Wuyang was taken aback, then looked at him speechlessly: "So when you were sitting with Chu Jiuli, you didn't have any ulterior motives?" "If anyone had any ulterior motives, it was her who treated me well, right?"

???

"Zhang Muchen, you really are..."

Liu Wuyang was completely defeated by Zhang Muchen's confidence.

But she had to admit that Zhang Muchen was indeed a student who had something to be envied.

He has a tall and slender figure, a handsome and refined face, and a naturally roguish yet sunny personality. He's also good at basketball.

Although his grades weren't outstanding, they were more than enough to get him into a university.

More importantly, Zhang Muchen is intelligent and knows how to behave appropriately. She can even get along well with a strict leader like Director Wang.

She sighed softly, gathering her thoughts, and softened her tone slightly: "Zhang Muchen, I'm serious. If you could tone down your temper a little and focus more on your studies, you'd definitely get into a top university."

"Can I go to MIT?" Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow.

Liu Wuyang sighed, "Go stay home and stay there."

Zhang Muchen chuckled and changed the subject: "Sister Yang, I've always wanted to ask you what your major was?"

Upon hearing Zhang Muchen's question, Liu Wuyang suddenly smiled and said with a hint of mystery in her voice, "Well... you'll find out when you come to my house for tutoring."

"Still keeping me in suspense?" Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow.

“Of course.” Liu Wuyang crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and a confident glint flashed in her eyes. “After all, what I’m studying is the future.”

"The future?" Zhang Muchen shrugged. "Isn't that car companies?"

"No puns allowed." Liu Wuyang lightly kicked him.

Zhang Muchen chuckled and dodged the question: "Sister Yang, does that mean I have no choice but to go to your house? Since you're inviting me so sincerely, I'll reluctantly agree to take a look at your boudoir."

"I brought you here for tutoring!"

As Liu Wuyang spoke, she raised her hand as if to hit Zhang Muchen.

Zhang Muchen laughed and dodged, quickly creating distance. She stood up and raised her hands in surrender: "Just kidding, Sister Yang, don't do it."

"By the way, Sister Yang, I'd like to ask you about Chu Jiuli's family situation."

Zhang Muchen added a word, his joking expression fading, and his gaze became slightly serious.

"I've noticed she's always eating the cheapest food in the cafeteria. Is she having financial difficulties at home?"

Liu Wuyang did not answer immediately but remained silent for a few seconds, as if considering how to start the conversation.

“Jiu Li’s family is indeed facing some difficulties,” Liu Wuyang sighed.

“She comes from a single-parent family, and her father works away from home. However, her situation does not meet the minimum requirements for impoverished students, so she cannot apply for any subsidies and can only live frugally.”

"Single-parent families..."

Zhang Muchen was slightly taken aback. He had long guessed that Chu Jiuli's family was not well-off, but he did not expect the situation to be so complicated.

"But don't go around telling everyone." Liu Wuyang's gaze darkened, and her tone became more serious.

“Jiuli is a very strong-willed child. If I hadn’t asked her many times, she wouldn’t have said a word. She doesn’t like people to pity her, understand?”

"Don't worry, I'm tight-lipped." Zhang Muchen nodded. "Sister Yang, could you give me Chu Jiuli's landlord's phone number?"

"The landlord's phone call? What do you want?" Liu Wuyang asked, puzzled.

Zhang Muchen smiled and said, "I want to try and see if I can persuade the landlord to lower the rent a little with my eloquence."

"what?"

Liu Wuyang was slightly taken aback.

However, looking at Zhang Muchen's confident expression, Liu Wuyang knew that this guy was capable of doing such a thing.

"Alright. You really have a unique way of thinking."

As she spoke, she took out a class student information sheet from the drawer, flipped to Chu Jiuli's page, and pointed to one of the numbers with her finger.

"This is the phone number, please write it down."

Zhang Muchen looked down and copied down the number, his eyes deliberately glancing at the home address column next to it.

Chu Jiuli's address was prominently listed.

A slight smile played on his lips; he felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Got it!
……

(End of this chapter)