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

Chapter 37~ Do you know about 5 centimeters per second? [Please continue reading]

Zhang Muchen dreamt that he turned into a cat while sleeping, with a soft, cuddly little female cat lying next to him.

Just as he licked his paws, preparing to lean in and kiss the little female cat, a cold and aloof cat that looked exactly like the little female cat suddenly flew out and slapped him.

Then Zhang Muchen was woken up by being slapped.

Blanch!
He picked up his phone and glanced at the message.

At 1 a.m., Director Wang sent a message.

[No need to come on Saturday afternoon, Vivi has a high fever.]

Zhang Muchen replied simply: 【Okay】

Weiwei is Director Wang's daughter, and Zhang Muchen has been tutoring her in English. Now that her afternoon classes are over, what should she do?

Surfing the internet? Playing ball?
While I was thinking, Wang Shishi sent me a message.

Hey bro, my mom got me a really expensive guitar, wanna play?

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: [Okay, this afternoon?]

Wang Shishi: [Now]

Zhang Muchen: [I'm currently suppressing the boundless energy bestowed upon me by the morning, I don't have time.]

Wang Shishi: [? ? ?]

After a while, she sent a photo.

Use Jiu Li's photo.

Zhang Muchen: [???]

Okay, okay, I admit I'm no match for your shamelessness.

Zhang Muchen looked at the photo of Chu Jiuli that Wang Shishi sent him, and then found the selfie that Chu Youting had sent him.

hiss……

These two sisters are exactly alike.

Perhaps the only way to tell them apart is by their eyes and their demeanor.

Gee tut.

If I marry one of them in the future, and she walks into the wrong room in the middle of the night...

That scene.
Sister's house

I can't think about it anymore, or someone will mark it and ask for the code.

Zhang Muchen messaged Wang Shishi: 【Is anyone home?】

Wang Shishi: [My parents aren't here; they won't be back until tomorrow.]

Upon seeing this message, Zhang Muchen immediately felt reassured that he didn't need to bring gifts.

As a child who understood social etiquette from a young age, he knew when to make the right choice.

It was polite and respectful for Wang Shishi to bring gifts when her parents were there.

Her parents weren't around, so she could just bring her mouth and eat whatever she wanted, and she could also mooch a lunch from Wang Shishi.

Zhang Muchen sent a message: "I'm getting dressed, I'll be there in a bit."

Wang Shishi: [That's it? ??? So fast?]

Zhang Muchen: [Do you believe that my King's Right Hand will give you the scent of heather?]

Wang Shishi: [Big Brother Smoking Gas - Meme]

Zhang Muchen did not reply after seeing the message.

This guy is just a smooth talker online, a total loser offline, and afraid of getting killed in a one-on-one fight.

But after thinking about it, he decided to send one more message.

I didn't have breakfast, order me some takeout.

Wang Shishi: [Okay. By the way, will your electric scooter handlebars smell like heather?]

No, I lent it to an Indian yesterday; it smelled like shit.

He couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to Wang Shishi, and quickly got dressed and washed up.

As he left, he glanced at the perfume bottle on the entryway cabinet.

The earth is warm and fragrant.

Zhang Muchen thought for a moment, then sprayed some on his wrist.

This was considered the highest level of courtesy he could show to others.

After going downstairs, he rode his electric scooter to Wang Shishi's house.

Shouhong Villa District is an affluent residential area in a small county town.

The people living here are mostly business owners and officials, but... the houses of the officials have mostly been auctioned off by the courts.

I understand everything I understand.

Zhang Muchen rode for about ten minutes to reach the entrance of the villa area.

It has to be said that even the security guards at the gates of the rich people's residences are different.

The three security guards in my own community combined don't have as many teeth as one security guard in this community.

Upon entering, they first registered, then called Wang Shishi to confirm their identity before being allowed entry.

When Zhang Muchen arrived at Wang Shishi's door, Wang Shishi heard the noise, immediately opened the door, and pulled him inside.

"Dude, come in quickly."

Zhang Muchen stepped into her home. The 200-square-meter duplex was warm and spacious. He changed into slippers, looked around, and finally his gaze settled on Wang Shishi's sweetly smiling face.

"You're wearing makeup?"

Wang Shishi nodded with a smile.

Zhang Muchen: "Eyeshadow, blush, lipstick, eyeliner, wow, whose funeral are you attending? So elaborate!"

Wang Shishi's little pink fist came flying straight at him: "Dude, you really have shit for a mouth."

Zhang Muchen shrugged, indicating that they were in the same boat.

He sat down on the sofa, and the soft touch and the comfort of the fabric wrapped around his waist made him exclaim in amazement: "Good things are just so comfortable."

He looked up at Wang Shishi and asked, "Where's the guitar? Let me try playing it."

Wang Shishi's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled mischievously: "Dude, the guitar is still over the Pacific Ocean."

???

Wang Shishi chuckled: "It was air-shipped from the US, just shipped, hasn't arrived yet. Expected next week."

???

Zhang Muchen stood up and prepared a set of hand gestures.

Seeing that Zhang Muchen seemed about to hit her on the head, Wang Shishi quickly took two steps back and said, "Dude, don't do it yet, let me finish what I have to say."

"You said."

"I have a dinner party tonight and I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: "What kind of help?"

Wang Shishi giggled: "Pretend it's mine."

Zhang Muchen rolled his eyes inwardly. It was a clichéd plot; he knew exactly what was going to happen next after hearing it once.

Wang Shishi: "Pretend to be my attending physician."

???

???

???

Confused fruit on a confused tree.

Zhang Muchen felt like he was hearing a very novel term.

Attending physician?

"What's wrong with you? Your brain?"

Zhang Muchen was genuinely just curious.

"No, no. My third uncle and aunt came back from the United States and have been nagging me to have my dad send me to study in the United States. They say I won't be able to get into a good university this way."

Zhang Muchen nodded: "Indeed. Even if you try harder, you still won't be able to get into a junior college."

Wang Shishi: "."

Waaaaaah!

Wang Shishi wiped her eyes, putting on a pitiful look.

"I don't want to go to America. I want to study here. I haven't finished watching the campus romance between the school beauty and the rascal yet."

Zhang Muchen: "."

Wang Shishi looked directly at Zhang Muchen: "Dude, tell me, are you going to help or not?"

"How can we help you? By saying you're mentally ill?" Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow.

"Oh dear, I've already looked it up. You said I have environmental sensitivity anxiety disorder."

???

"I'm particularly sensitive to new environments; I get incredibly anxious whenever I'm in a different place."

Zhang Muchen: "Bro, why are you acting so impulsively? I advise you to give up. This is going to be very difficult."

Wang Shishi, hands on her hips, said, "The guitar that was airlifted from the US was for you. It's a Collings guitar, and it cost me 60,000 yuan."

Zhang Muchen patted Wang Shishi on the shoulder: "You're too kind. We're brothers, and it's hard for me not to help you out after you've done this."

Wang Shishi squinted, her smile sly: "Okay, then you should memorize these two professional books first. They're about psychotherapy and drug therapy; you'll need them for tonight's dinner."

After saying that, she pulled out two professional books in pure English from the bookshelf, which were thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary, and slammed them on the coffee table with a thud.

The sound was so loud it almost stunned Zhang Muchen.

Wang Shishi said with a grin, "There are still 8 hours until the dinner party. All the reference books are in English. I believe in you, buddy, only you can do this kind of thing."

Zhang Muchen stared at the two books, each at least ten centimeters thick, and his eyelids twitched.

Let's do a rough calculation.

Assuming each page of a book contains approximately 500 words, these two books would have at least 2000 pages, totaling at least 100 million words.

There are still 8 hours, or 28800 seconds, until the dinner party.

Based on this timeframe, he needs to read 35 words per second.

You're offering 60,000 yuan to buy my life, aren't you?
Zhang Muchen blinked and looked at Wang Shishi.

"Hey~ did you know? Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second."

"And the speed at which my CPU, Zhang Muchen, processes words is 35 per second."

"Bro, at what speed do I need to smash your dog's head?"

(End of this chapter)