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

Chapter 67 Requesting a Week's Leave

Zhang Muchen was just joking.

He wouldn't teach others to be scumbags, because that would violate societal moral standards.

Moreover, becoming a scumbag is not something you can learn easily.

To manipulate others with cunning, one needs either talent or experience.

Liu Ziyang did not initially make a good impression on Zhang Muchen.

He appears as a cocky rich second-generation.

Now, looking at Liu Ziyang sitting on the sofa, Zhang Muchen's expression became complicated.

He was looking down, holding his phone and apologizing to Lin Cheng repeatedly, his voice full of regret and deep affection.

After Lin Cheng removed him from the blacklist, Liu Ziyang didn't receive a pleasant response.

Zhang Muchen rubbed his forehead.

This rich kid who makes fried dough sticks said he wanted to be a scumbag one second, and the next second he transformed into a devoted simp like Tom.

He's now very glad he didn't tell Liu Ziyang any more about "scumbag techniques".

Even if this rich kid learns it, he'll still be a high-scoring but low-ability student.

Ten minutes later, Lin Cheng hung up the phone, saying that she needed to rest.

Zhang Muchen stood up and dismissed him.

Green tea and dogs are not allowed!

Before Liu Ziyang could react, Zhang Muchen kicked him out the door.

"Master, open the door! Master!"

"Please, Master, teach me how to win over Lin Cheng!"

“Master, Master!”

Zhang Muchen pushed open the door.

Liu Ziyang was taken aback. Looking at Zhang Muchen, who had reappeared at the door, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

"Master, Master! You still want to help me after all."

Zhang Muchen remained expressionless, holding his phone in one hand and pointing at the screen with the other, saying, "You haven't paid the consultation fee you agreed on yet."

"What are the fees? How are they calculated?"

Zhang Muchen: "It costs 25 yuan per minute."

"Two minutes is 50, 10 minutes is 500."

"60 minutes is 30000."

"You took a total of one hour and 32 minutes."

"Give me 5."

Liu Ziyang: ? ? ?

"Is your math teacher a loan shark?"

Liu Ziyang added Zhang Muchen on WeChat and transferred 2000 yuan to her.

He transferred the money willingly.

After all, Zhang Muchen's description of those scumbag traits was a revelation to him, and most importantly, he was able to add the master on WeChat.

In his eyes, the master's WeChat account was worth that much.

After closing the door, Zhang Muchen stretched, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then lay down on the bed.

He readily picked up his phone and accepted Liu Ziyang's transfer.

This 2000 yuan is compensation for his emotional distress.

I spent an hour and a half attacking a dog, I must get compensation!
Reasonable and legal.

However, looking at the 2000 yuan that had been deposited into his account, Zhang Muchen couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

For a rich second-generation like Liu Ziyang, 2000 yuan is like a mineral water bottle that can be thrown away at will.

For me, 2000 yuan is a considerable sum of money, enough to cover my family's daily expenses for a period of time.

"System, oh system, can you make me rich overnight?"

Zhang Muchen pursed her lips.

To be honest, he longs for financial freedom and to no longer have to worry about money.

However, while the rewards from system tasks are generous, they are only relatively so.

If you want to reach the level of Liu Ziyang or Wang Shishi, the money from the system is insignificant.

[Task: Knock on Chu Youting's door and talk to her about the debt issue]

[Reward: 1 yuan]

Zhang Muchen looked at the task he had been unable to complete for so long and fell into deep thought.

There are only people at Xiaoyouzi's house in the evenings and on weekends.

But the problem is that Chu Jiuli is also there.

If he rashly went to knock on the door, it would be difficult to explain if Chu Jiuli was present.

Let's wait for a more suitable opportunity to go.

His eyelids gradually grew heavy, and drowsiness unknowingly crept over him.

Zhang Muchen felt his head getting heavier and heavier, his thoughts gradually becoming blurred, and finally he completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

...The next morning, at 6:30.

Having poor sleep quality can be a problem during high school, especially in winter, when it's hard to get up.

The warmth of the bed made Zhang Muchen reluctant to move.

He wasn't in a hurry, since he was already late.

What's the point of getting scolded? I might as well get a good night's sleep before I get scolded.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang Muchen slowly got up.

After washing up, I didn't leave the house until almost seven o'clock.

At this time, most of the morning self-study session has already passed.

Upon arriving at the classroom door, he cautiously peeked into the classroom.

Seeing that everything was quiet, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Wuyang was not in the classroom.

Zhang Muchen quietly returned to her seat, thinking that Sister Yang was probably catching up on sleep in her office.

After sitting down, everything remained the same.

Chu Jiuli buried herself in her work on the test paper.

Wang Shishi touched her hair, her eyes fixed on her phone in the drawer of the desk.

She would look up and glance around a few times after a few seconds, and then continue looking down at her phone after confirming that no one was around.

After all, Liu Wuyang had warned her that if she was caught using her phone again, her third uncle and aunt would be notified.

Zhang Muchen picked up his pen and poked Wang Shishi in the back.

"Bro, are you that afraid of your third uncle and aunt?"

Wang Shishi straightened up immediately and leaned back slightly.

“My parents are away on a business trip and can’t come back. They asked my third uncle and aunt to come and take care of me.”

“My third uncle is very strict about my studies. After you left last time, he scolded me for a long time.”

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: "Your third uncle is so sick, how can he still have the energy to scold you?"

Wang Shishi stuck out her tongue: "He was coughing and scolding me, and I had to pat his back to help him catch his breath. Waaaaaah!"

Zhang Muchen had a picture in his mind.

How is your third uncle's illness now?

"You're almost fully recovered and will be discharged in a couple of days."

"Oh, right. He also said he wanted to have a meal with you." Wang Shishi chuckled.

Zhang Muchen pursed his lips: "Then let's not. I'm just a fake doctor. If I say too much, I'll be exposed."

"Hehe, I'm not that stupid. I told him you went to another city and won't be back for a while."

"Very smart." Zhang Muchen nodded.

"Dude, Teacher Liu didn't come to catch us during morning self-study today."

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "She didn't come? That's strange. She comes to catch those who are late every day."

"Maybe he'll just sleep in at home; everyone has exceptions sometimes."

Just as Wang Shishi finished speaking, Director Wang, the head of the teaching department, suddenly walked in from the door.

He first glanced at the whole class and saw that most of the students were studying attentively, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I have something to tell you all. Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Liu, is on leave this week, and I will be taking over her duties. Your math class will be taught by Ms. Zhao from Class 3."

The students below the stage immediately stirred and began to whisper among themselves.

"Huh? Teacher Sisi isn't here?"

"Waaaaah, I haven't seen any stockings for a whole week!"

Zhang Muchen frowned. Why did Sister Yang suddenly take leave?
Are you sick?
He quickly took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Wuyang.

[Sister Yang, are you sick?]

There was a quick reply.

I'm boarding the plane to the capital.

Zhang Muchen: [Are you going to petition?]

Liu Wuyang: [?]

I'm boarding soon, so I can't chat with you anymore.

A message from Liu Wuyang lit up Zhang Muchen's phone screen.

Zhang Muchen: [Yang-jie, what are you going to the capital for? You haven't told me yet!]

【you guess】

Zhang Muchen: [Did he run away with our class's huge sum of 366.52 yuan in class funds?]

Liu Wuyang: [???]

[If I'm not mistaken, this must be during morning self-study time, right? Still daring to use their phones?]

Zhang Muchen: [Big Brother Smoking Gas - Meme]

After sending the message, I exited the chat window at lightning speed.

"Damn it, women. Even though they're flying to the capital soon, they still have the nerve to control me."

(End of this chapter)