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

Chapter 60 I am irreconcilably opposed to gambling and drugs
Liu Wuyang closed the bedroom door and tidied up the messy items in the room by herself.

Chu Jiuli was coming over in the afternoon, and she didn't want her students to see her room in such a mess.

As for Zhang Muchen?
That stinky student who makes fried dough sticks saw it all; he even saw himself hungover...

Damn...

A complex emotion inexplicably rose in Liu Wuyang's heart, and the movements of adjusting her underwear unconsciously quickened.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, accompanied by Zhang Muchen's familiar voice.

"Sister Yang, open the door. Let me help you tidy up. Don't be shy."

"roll!"

Liu Wuyang gritted her teeth, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She wants him to touch her underwear and stockings? Dream on!

Outside the door, Zhang Muchen listened to her angry voice and a smile appeared on his lips.

It was just a casual joke.

Zhang Muchen sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

Xiao Youzi went to study, Wang Shishi is taking care of her third uncle, as for Chu Jiuli...

Sorry, he still doesn't have Chu Jiuli's WeChat.

But even if he did, he wouldn't joke and chat like he does with Wang Shishi and Xiaoyouzi.

While I was bored, a new message popped up in a WeChat group on my phone.

In a group chat labeled "MAN", a person wearing an iced tea-themed outfit posted a message.

[Play basketball this afternoon? The newly opened gym has a basketball court. Share this on WeChat and get 20 likes, and you can play basketball for free for half a month!]

A user with a Messi-themed profile picture replied: 【OK, I'll go collect likes now】

Soon, several more group members with large avatars became active, and the topic quickly exploded.

Without a doubt, everyone in the group is a fan of Lao Da's abstract art.

Zhang Muchen looked at the screen, feeling a mix of emotions.

He joined this group when he was still on the school team, but after leaving the team, he rarely spoke in it anymore.

He hesitated for a moment, then typed a few words into the input box:
I'm also collecting likes, please give me some in a bit!

The moment the message was sent, the WeChat group exploded.

Holy crap, this guy actually spoke!

[Holy crap, who are you? Are you even in this group?]

【MAN！】

Hey Chen, let's play basketball!

Zhang Muchen clicked his tongue; these people were still as crazy as ever.

Zhang Muchen: [My main goal is to work out. Can I save up enough points to start exercising?]

Why bother with workouts? Play ball, play ball, play ball, man!

Yeah, let's play ball this afternoon!

[Quick, quick, let's play ball!]

Zhang Muchen: [This afternoon is not an option; I have plans to rehearse the New Year's Eve gala performance with Chu Jiuli.]

【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

[School beauty? Chu Jiuli?]

Zhang Muchen continued typing, adding: "Actually, I also want to play ball. What's the point of rehearsing with her? We spend the whole afternoon together, and the room is so small."

【? ? ? 】

[Knock on the door!]

[Knock on the door!]

[Call +10086!]

The people in the group were furious.

After all, who would play basketball if they could be with a girl?

Zhang Muchen, that lovable social butterfly, made the group members drool with envy, wishing they could immediately take over his position.

After casually showing off, Zhang Muchen ignored the commotion in the group chat.

He casually forwarded the gym information to his WeChat Moments.

Why not take advantage of a freebie?

While sharing the post on WeChat Moments, Zhang Muchen suddenly remembered something.

My guitar is still at home.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Liu Wuyang came out.

Zhang Muchen glanced at the bed in the bedroom; it was spotless.

The underwear and stockings were nowhere to be found.

Zhang Muchen withdrew his gaze, stood up, and said, "Sister Yang, I need to go back and get my guitar."

Liu Wuyang nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Zhang Muchen stepped towards the door, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around as if by magic and slipped directly into Liu Wuyang's bedroom.

"...?"

Just as Liu Wuyang came to her senses, she heard a teasing laugh drift from the room: "Sister Yang, let me check if you've tidied up properly." "You—!"

Liu Wuyang's expression changed instantly, and she immediately ran to the bedroom.

But she was still a step too slow, and Zhang Muchen pulled open the cabinet door.

hula-

In an instant, the haphazardly stuffed underwear and stockings poured out of the closet and spilled all over the floor.

Gee tut.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow, a slight smile curving his lips.

Unsurprisingly.

He had long suspected that Liu Wuyang wouldn't be able to tidy up the bedroom in such a short time.

"You brat, you..."

Liu Wuyang was both ashamed and angry. She was about to rush up and grab him when Zhang Muchen had already dashed to the living room door.

He opened the door, turned back with a mischievous grin, and said, "Sister Yang, this kind of tidying up doesn't count. I'll go home to get my guitar and come back to check."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and left with a flourish.

Liu Wuyang stood there, her gaze fixed on the pile of underwear and stockings scattered on the ground, her chest heaving with anger.

After a long pause, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're checking me too? Who's the teacher and who's the student here?"

Despite saying this, Liu Wuyang still tidied her clothes.

However, after she had neatly folded several stockings, she suddenly paused.

Wait, no...

Liu Wuyang came back to her senses and looked towards the door with a complicated expression.

"That brat said he'd check the room, and I just did it?"

Oh no, we've been led astray.

Zhang Muchen returned to his front door, gently lifted the doormat, and took out the keys that his mother had put away beforehand.

Stepping into the living room, the bronze-colored funhouse mirrors come into view.

"Tsk, I have to look at myself in this mirror every time I come in."

Zhang Muchen shook his head, silently complaining to himself.

It's noon now, and Mom and Dad should still be sleeping.

In order not to wake his parents, Zhang Muchen slowed down and tiptoed into his bedroom, picked up his guitar case, and prepared to slip away.

However, just as he was about to leave with his violin case, he suddenly heard the sound of flushing water coming from the toilet.

Immediately afterwards, his mother, Mei Yinglan, came out.

The mother and son locked eyes, and the air momentarily froze.

Mei Yinglan frowned: "Where did you go again? You didn't come home last night, where did you go today?"

Zhang Muchen chuckled: "I forgot my keys yesterday, I couldn't very well sleep in front of my own house, could I?"

Mei Yinglan snorted coldly: "Don't give me that. Tell me honestly, where are you going now?"

"New Year's Eve Gala Rehearsal".

"He just hangs around outside all day and doesn't know how to study."

Mei Yinglan was clearly unhappy that Zhang Muchen didn't come home for the weekend.

"Hmm...our son is back?"

A series of muffled sounds came from the bedroom, as if the mother and son had been awakened by their conversation.

Zhang Muchen's father, Zhang Beifang, rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, still half asleep.

Mei Yinglan immediately turned her head: "Zhang Beifang, you better control your son!"

Zhang Beifang yawned: "Isn't my son your son too? The way you're talking makes it sound like you're his stepmother."

???

Zhang Beifang continued yawning, saying nonchalantly, "Our son gets 150 in English, is 1.85 meters tall, and as handsome as his dad. What's there to worry about?"

Mei Yinglan glared at him fiercely, her anger flaring even more.

The father and son are practically identical in their rude and sarcastic way of speaking.

Even narcissism is hereditary!
"150 in English and 30 in math, right?" Mei Yinglan raised her voice.

"Teacher Liu said that if I can get 100 points in math, I'll have no problem getting into a 211 university."

Zhang Beifang scratched his head lazily: "What 211 or not? Are you even a 211 graduate? You, with only a high school education, are forcing our son to take the 211 exam?"

Does this gene exist?

"..."

Mei Yinglan's face turned green with anger, while Zhang Muchen tried to suppress his laughter.

Zhang Beifang looked at his son and said with a slightly serious expression, "Son, remember this: your father won't force you to study. But when you're out and about, you mustn't get involved in gambling or drugs."

Zhang Muchen put down the violin case and took a big step.

The father and son reached out simultaneously, shouting loudly:

"I am sworn in with gambling and drugs!"

Mei Yinglan: "..."

I'm so unlucky to have run into you two, you father and son who make fried dough sticks.

(End of this chapter)