I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The obedient girl noticed her gaze, paused for a moment, then her eyes flickered. As if she had done something wrong, she lowered her head carefully and said cautiously, "Miss, I'm sorry, this is..."

Lin Xuanqi smiled, a self-deprecating smile on her face. Her soft, supple body, encased in thin black pantyhose, left her black uniform shoes and slipped into disposable slippers.

"So what about Cheng Fei?" She took a deep breath and looked at Ye Shuang nonchalantly.

“It’s inside,” the obedient girl said quickly, looking towards the bedroom.

Lin Xuanqi held her bag in both hands without moving, looking hesitant.

"Miss, let's go in," Ye Shuang said softly, like a dutiful maid.

Lin Xuanqi nodded slightly, feeling a little relieved, and walked side by side with the obedient girl in that direction.

When the two entered the room, the boy was already sitting at his desk, busy with two screens, a laptop and a tablet, both running industrial design software with dazzling interfaces.

He didn't turn around when he heard footsteps.

Ye Shuang pulled out the chair next to the boy and looked at Lin Xuanqi, "Miss, please sit here."

"Master Ye, let her sit over there." The young man pointed to the side of the desk, his tone as if he were talking about something trivial.

"You scumbag!" The innocent girl stared at him, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Xiao Shuang, it’s all the same.” Lin Xuanqi interrupted her, lowered her eyes, pulled open the seat the boy pointed to, and sat down.

937. When Cheng Fei was forced to tutor Lin Xuanqi

Watching Lin Xuanqi sit down to the side, Ye Shuang opened her mouth, stared at Cheng Fei, clenched her fists, and showed a hint of anxiety on her face.

The boy stared at the screen, lost in thought, without looking up, seemingly with no intention of saying anything.

Lin Xuanqi silently opened her bag, took out her study materials and placed them on the table, then cast a cautious, inquiring glance at the boy.

Seeing this, Ye Shuang moved the chair next to the boy to the other side, opposite Lin Xuanqi, so that one person occupied one side of the desk. She gritted her teeth and whispered angrily and aggrievedly, "Scumbag, you promised me before."

"Master Ye, I didn't agree to that, did I?" The young man looked up at her and spread his hands with a helpless expression.

The obedient girl lowered her head and ignored him, taking out her study materials from her bag with a resentful expression.

The boy shook his head and continued with his work.

On the other side, Lin Xuanqi laid the things out in front of her without looking at them at all, her red-rimmed eyes staring intently at the boy's face without moving.

"You scumbag, then hurry up and explain the problem to Miss." Ye Shuang looked around, then frowned and spoke, her clear voice leaving no room for argument.

"Well, we'll have to wait until she encounters something she doesn't understand. To be honest, she's usually ranked in the teens or twenties at Yinghua, so I don't know what kind of tutoring she could get. Master Ye, you'd better focus on yourself." The young man said nonchalantly.

"You!" The innocent girl glared at him, gritting her teeth, barely able to contain herself. "You scumbag, if you keep this up, I'll really get angry!"

She stared intently at the boy, swallowed hard, and tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had truly been let down by him and suffered a great injustice.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Cheng Fei felt a chill run down his spine and quickly clasped his hands together, saying, "You were wrong, Master Ye, don't cry, I'll teach her right away."

After saying that, the boy took a deep breath, turned to Lin Xuanqi, his eyebrows twitched, he seemed to want to explode but had no choice but to force a blank expression, "If there's anything you don't understand, just ask."

Lin Xuanqi, whose gaze had been filled with resentment, watched his change in expression and suddenly couldn't help but let out a gloating chuckle. She saw the boy frown and then desperately cover his mouth, but his arrogant and smug eyes still held a half-smile, as if he had finally encountered something interesting while he was feeling down.

The boy took a deep breath, a little annoyed, his face turning cold, his tone like a stern teacher reprimanding a student, "Like to laugh? Lin Xuanqi, if you laugh again, I'll ask you to leave."

The arrogant girl's expression changed instantly. She quickly sat up straight, lowered her head, and placed her hands between her legs. The smile on her face vanished without a trace, and she whispered with a cautious submissive tone, "I was wrong."

Ye Shuang frowned slightly as she stared at the scene, stomped her foot, and said in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry, "You scumbag, you're not allowed to yell at Miss either!"

"Master Ye, where did I yell at her?" The boy turned around, feeling wronged.

"You're not angry yet? I saw it all just now!" The obedient girl's eyes were slightly red, and she persisted.

"Me." The boy hesitated, then turned to look at the other side, his tone utterly impolite, "Lin Xuanqi, did I yell at you?"

“Fierce…” The arrogant girl subconsciously wanted to nod, but under the boy’s piercing gaze, she immediately shook her head, “Not fierce.”

"Master Ye, you heard that too?" The young man turned around, his confidence rising.

"You scumbag! You're being mean to Miss. If you keep doing this, I'll..." The obedient girl, who had witnessed everything, was even more upset. Crystalline tears welled up in her red eyes. She looked like an innocent girl whose feelings had been deceived, or a little rabbit that had been bullied and abused. Just one glance at her would make anyone feel guilty.

"Master Ye, I'm begging you, please stop using your supernatural powers." The boy grabbed his hair, his head aching, and suddenly realized that he had completely fallen for the trap.

He began to suspect that Nagasaki Asuna had taught Ye Shuang some secret techniques, and decided to go back and interrogate her.

As the two faced off, Lin Xuanqi thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Xiaoshuang, it's okay, you don't need to be like this."

“Miss, but he…” The obedient girl felt a sense of indignation as a maid.

"It's really nothing. I'm used to him being even fiercer." Lin Xuanqi shook her head, her former domineering demeanor now replaced by a submissive one.

Ye Shuang opened her mouth, but in the end she just glared at the boy next to her, her expression suggestive, "Scumbag, just don't let me see you bullying Miss again, you promised me yesterday."

"Yes, Master Ye." The young man could only nod, sighed, and showed a kind of calm after being tormented by life. He looked at Lin Xuanqi and softened his tone, "Ask me any questions you don't understand, until midnight."

"I understand." The haughty girl pursed her lips, opened the workbook as instructed, glanced at it haphazardly, pushed the questions in front of the boy, and stared straight into his eyes. "Teacher, I don't understand this question."

The boy followed her finger and said impatiently, "You don't even understand the first multiple-choice question? Why don't you just drop out of school?"

"Sorry, I misread it." Lin Xuanqi hurriedly took the workbook back and quickly flipped through it to find a more difficult one.

"You scumbag! You're being mean to Miss again?" came a crisp, annoyed voice from the side.

"Wrong." The boy lowered his head instantly, snatched the workbook back from Lin Xuanqi's hand, and stared at the first multiple-choice question. "Let's talk about this one: Given set A equals..."

Lin Xuanqi was taken aback for a moment, then sat up straight and pretended to listen attentively, but her gaze remained fixed on the boy's face the whole time, without even looking at the question.

Seeing this, Ye Shuang sniffed and then reluctantly lowered her head to continue her own business, keeping her attention on the boy and watching his every word and action, like a strict teaching supervisor.

……

at the same time.

The third level of the corridor leads to the underground world.

The two moved along the shadows of the bunker, not daring to make a sound, looking around like real sewer rats.

“I say, this kind of map is not what we should be on right now,” Du Xinhua said in a low voice.

"Are you scared?" Chen Hao turned to look at him, also lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard by something.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I feel like coming here to die is pointless," Du Xinhua shrugged.

"What do you mean by 'suicide mission'? We're just running a knife chase." Chen Hao emphasized, "Do you even know what a knife chase is?"

"I understand," Du Xinhua nodded, then thought for a moment, "but..."

Chen Hao interrupted him, "The so-called 'knife running' means running into the smuggling area in low-level equipment, avoiding all combat, and winning by collecting high-level materials and returning alive. If you're lucky, you might even find equipment dropped by others, then you can make a lucrative escape!"

The guy with the pompadour (he changed the character's appearance to match the hairstyle in real life) spoke, his eyes shining with excitement, as if he could already see his future, when he would return from the underworld with a full load of loot.

“I said I understand.” Du Xinhua looked at him with a silent gaze.

"Then why are you asking?"

"I just feel that this place is too dangerous. We have no chance of getting back alive. What if we encounter some high-level monsters?" Du Xinhua said with concern.

"Everyone says to avoid battle. I've already studied the online guides. If we follow the rat trails here, we won't encounter any monsters. Plus, we have powerful camouflage and detection equipment," Chen Hao said confidently.

"What if we encounter other players? Our equipment is very poor, even among those who run with knives. What if someone decides to kill us?"

"You know our equipment is bad, what would they gain from killing us? When we encounter people later, we can just raise our hands and surrender. Maybe a kind older brother will take us out for food, or we can travel with the Rat Brothers." Chen Hao rubbed his hands together, looking forward to it.

Du Xinhua looked at him, lost in his fantasy, and paused for a second. "I think you think too highly of humans. Maybe they're worried about us betraying them, or maybe they just want to have fun and will kill us."

"Then give it to them. It doesn't matter since our equipment is terrible." Chen Hao waved his hand, giving off a "what's the use" vibe.

"They say the equipment is bad, but it's still something we worked hard to get on the second floor over this period of time. Is it really worth throwing it away like this?" Du Xinhua looked at the energy weapon in his hand. "I don't think it's necessary to be so impatient for quick results."

"How can this be called being short-sighted? You have to understand that in this game, the top guild players have already smuggled themselves into the more dangerous fourth level. Now that the underground world of the third level has been developed, the area before the final BOSS is killed is the smuggling zone. We must seize this opportunity to overtake them and make Cheng Fei and his Corridor Research Department fall flat on their faces when we meet next time!" Chen Hao clenched his fist.

Du Xinhua realized, "So it's the desire to compare that's causing the problem, but you don't even know what level Cheng Fei and the others are at, maybe..."

"Shh!" The boy with the pompadour interrupted him, gesturing for silence, and stared intently at a certain spot with a serious expression.

Du Xinhua's expression hardened, and she quickly shut her mouth and looked at him.

In the open area in the distance, a group of figures, clearly players, were running frantically, glancing back as they ran, their expressions filled with fear as if they were fleeing something.

Du Xinhua raised his binoculars to observe, and shuddered. "They all have three or four sets of equipment. Even with such good gear, they're still running for their lives?"

"A great opportunity." Chen Hao became excited, took out several heavy, dark red bullets from his chest holster, and quickly loaded them into his rifle.

"No, what are you going to do?" Du Xinhua was stunned.

"Of course, we should take the opportunity to shoot them a couple of times." The boy with the pompadour cocked the gun crisply and cleanly.

"Are you crazy? You can't even penetrate their armor," Du Xinhua muttered.

"Let me tell you, these bullets are specially prepared by me. I don't care if there are three or four sets, a shot to the chest will knock me out and I'll fall asleep immediately." Chen Hao began aiming with a sense of confidence.

"Let alone whether you can hit them with your marksmanship, what if they come looking for you?" Du Xinhua was even more worried.

"Impossible. Look at how they're barely able to take care of themselves. If I take the opportunity to knock down two of them, they definitely won't be able to care about them. Let's wait until they're far away before we go up and steal their equipment."

Du Xinhua opened her mouth, but in the end gave up, "Fine, whatever you want."

Meanwhile, players in the distance continued to flee, dodging unknown enemies behind them.

"Great opportunity!" Chen Hao exclaimed excitedly, tightening his grip on his fingers.

Just before he pulled the trigger, a figure covered in a damaged exoskeleton appeared in mid-air, spewing out a dim stream of particles behind him.

"What is that?" Chen Hao asked in surprise.

The exoskeleton on the figure retracted and disappeared, losing power as it fell from the sky, crashing heavily in front of the fleeing players.

As the concentrated firepower rained down on the figure, the figure had already vanished into the crowd as a blur.

What followed was a one-sided, pure slaughter, with severed limbs flying everywhere.

Chen Hao slowly lowered the gun, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Du Xinhua had a bad feeling. He looked back at the way he came and wondered if it was too late to escape.

Soon, only one figure remained standing motionless on the empty battlefield.

At that moment, deafening gunfire rang out.

"It hit the head!" Chen Hao clenched his fist, his expression excited.

Because the opponent was standing still, he easily got a headshot.

His bullets not only have high armor-piercing properties, but also internal explosive charges and delayed fuses; a headshot would take down an opponent even with two lives.

That's the theory.

Du Xinhua used his binoculars to confirm the situation, then turned his head, "Looks like he's not dead?"

"How is this possible?" Chen Hao grabbed his hair and looked closely, then exclaimed in shock, "He's really not dead?!"

The figure's head emitted wisps of smoke as it turned to look at the two people. Despite the great distance, its gaze was almost tangible.

"Light a smoke grenade and run!" Chen Hao shouted, throwing a pre-prepared smoke grenade forward and turning to run first.

Du Xinhua quickly followed.

The two hadn't run far when a dim stream of particles swept overhead, and finally, a figure landed in front of them, forcing them to stop.

At this moment, the two realized that the other had strange full-body equipment, as if it were pieced together from broken pieces of equipment, and they couldn't even see each other's faces.

The figure's head had a clear hole running from one end to the other, obviously the result of the shot. But strangely, looking into the hole, there seemed to be nothing inside, just an empty shell made of equipment fragments.

In the dim underground world, the two stared at each other briefly.

Then, Du Xinhua, who had already resigned himself to his death, heard a thud beside him. He glanced sideways and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

The boy with the pompadour got up from the ground empty-handed, then suddenly collapsed back down, repeating this process over and over, as if he were practicing some strange sport.

"Of course we'll beg for mercy! Hurry up and do it together. Also, throw all your stuff to him; maybe he'll let us go." Chen Hao said, hurriedly taking off all his weapons, chest slings, backpacks, and other things that could be quickly removed, and throwing them to the other man, muttering, "Big brother, spare us! We're just here for a knife run; it slipped just now. Pick whatever you want..."

"Huh? This works?" Du Xinhua was skeptical, and unlike him, she didn't keep crawling on the ground, but she still handed over all the items.

The strange player stood still, watching the two, without moving at first.

Then, under their trembling gaze, the other party picked out several rare electronic materials from the spoils they had thrown out and held them in their hands.

A blinding light emanated from the other party's palm. The rare materials were corroded by the light and reappeared broken and incomplete, as if they had been thrown into a shredder and then fished out halfway through.