MTL - Villain’s Strategy-Chapter 25

He regards the other party as a friend, but Tianmiao elf only wants to be his father.

"You are too much."

The Sky Meow Elf speaks plausibly.

[System: As I said before, the deepest feeling in this world is family love, I am willing to...]

Wen Zhichu pursed her lips and looked at the face of Tianmeow Elf, and interrupted, "No need."

[System: Why are you being polite to me? 】

Wen Zhichu: ...

He didn't.

The Tianmeow Elf persevered, and said temptingly: [Don't think about it, there are a lot of benefits. 】

Wen Zhichu was taken aback, "Then can I go through the back door and become the number one in the province?"

[System: No. 】

Wen Zhichu: "Can you give me a lot of money?"

[System: ...It seems that I can't. 】

"Then what can you do?"

[System: I can give you priceless affection. 】

Wen Zhichu's face was numb, "Oh."

[System: What's your expression? 】

Wen Zhichu didn't answer him again but changed the subject, "Tianmeow Elf."

[System: Huh? 】

"Can I have some cash?"

[System: Why? 】

Wen Zhichu: "Pay off the debt."

In the end, Wen Zhichu exchanged two hundred yuan in cash, planning to sneak it into Qin Jiashu's locker when he went to school next week.

—

Qin Jiashu returned to the room, opened the drawer and took out a box of cigarettes, then put the certificate and medal with the second prize in it, and closed it.

Put the cigarette case on the table, and walked to the bathroom. The beautifully decorated door was closed, and the silence was replaced by the sound of water falling on the ground and the hoarse breathing of men.

This time, he stayed in the bathroom for nearly two hours before coming out. The sound of the water flow was turned off, and the ventilation device was turned on to drive away the smell of mutton in the air. Qin Jiashu came out wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

The hypocritical mask on his face no longer existed, and when he returned to his own territory, the low pressure on his body was completely revealed.

The muscular lines of the body are smooth and prominent, tight but not exaggerated, with a vigorous wildness, and the undried water drops from the hair are dripping on the floor and the expensive leather carpet.

He stepped forward to take the cigarette case on the table, and opened the French windows halfway.

Qin Jiashu's dark eyes stared at a treetop outside the window, and the evening wind blew past, rustling in the silent black night.

There is a billowing cloud of smoke in the mouth, lingering between the lips and then floating in the air.

He flicked some faint flames with his fingers, and under the gorgeous and perfect appearance was a hypocritical and vicious personality.

Gentleness and elegance are pretense, empathy is pretense, even affection for others is pretense.

He is selfish, hypocritical, and arrogant.

Those disguises made him physically and mentally exhausted, but he couldn't take off the perfect mask in front of outsiders, so he needed to vent, and there were many ways for him to vent.

And every time it gets worse than the last time.

He clearly remembered that at the beginning, he just went to the Internet cafe for a day when he wanted to vent, but gradually these could no longer satisfy and vent him.

Later, he started smoking, drinking, boxing, and lust.

In the beginning, smoking was nothing more than one point, but now it is more than just one. Boxing is also a fight with Dai, but now that the opponent is not overturned on the ground, he can't feel any pleasure.

Qin Jiashu rubbed the smoke falling from his fingertips, staring at the incomplete branches and leaves on the treetop for a long time without regaining his senses.

"Jia Shu, if you don't get the first place, your parents and teachers will be disappointed. Do you want to see this?"

The little boy in a tuxedo covered his hands swollen from being beaten by the ruler, and stood by the wall where he was punished. His whole body was shrouded in a tall, dark shadow.

Just listen to the childish voice with crying and pleading, "I don't want to."

"That's right, as long as Jiashu becomes a good boy, whether it's teachers, children, or parents abroad, they will all like Jiashu."

The flame of the tobacco burned out, and Qin Jiashu sat on the recliner in front of the French window and closed his eyes in pain.

In order to collect money to pay off the debt, Wen Zhichu got up early and went to school.

As soon as I walked to the door of Class 1, I bumped into the introverted female classmate from last time.

The two looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

"...Good... What a coincidence."

"…Yes."

Zhou Qing looked at the envelope in Wen Zhichu's hand, "I didn't see anything."

Wen Zhichu looked at the large amount of introversion material in the opponent's hand, "Me...me too."

This **** tacit understanding.

[System: Don't you both have eyes? 】

Wen Zhichu: "This is a special phenomenon."

Sky Meow Elf:?

"People's eyes are sometimes selectively blind."

The Tianmeow Elf was a little surprised, "Really? When is that usually?"

Wen Zhichu: "At any time, it mainly depends on personal wishes."

[System: Just say you're pretending to be blind. 】

"..."

Wen Zhichu sneaked into the class with Zhou Qing, and then came to Qin Jiashu's cabinet with ease, and quietly opened a small slit, intending to stuff the paper envelope containing the money in.

But as soon as he opened it, Qin Jiashu's cabinet seemed to vomit, and a pile of pink envelopes fell out from Ulala.

[System: What are so many? 】

Wen Zhichu: "Self-recommendation letter."

Sky Meow Elf: ...

Wen Zhichu was startled, and hurriedly picked up all the love letters on the ground, intending to stuff them in the cabinet, but before he stuffed them, he saw the paper envelope he left last time.

Qin Jiashu may have never looked at the cabinet, so the money is still there.

Wen Zhichu took out the paper seal, stuffed the big stack of love letters, and then put the paper seal on the most conspicuous place on the edge.

[System: What are you doing, there are so many envelopes in here, even if you put them away, he may not be able to see them among so many. 】

Wen Zhichu: "It's okay, mine will seal everyone else's."

[System: Metaphysics. 】

Wen Zhichu: "There is a factual basis."

[System: What basis? 】

"Talking about money hurts feelings. My envelope containing money will hurt the envelope containing love letters."

After putting it away, Wen Zhichu felt very satisfied with herself, her small face was full of pride, "It's nice to have money."

[System: Cherish it. 】

Wen Zhichu:?

[System: There are not many times when you can use money to seal others. 】

"..."

After putting away the money, Wen Zhichu went back to Class 11, because the first period was an English class, so he was nervous, but fortunately, he could write words silently in the English teacher's test today, otherwise he would have to go to the English group for a trip.

The English teacher watched him write all the words correctly with satisfaction, "It's okay this time, keep working harder next time."

Wen Zhichu nodded, "I know... I know, teacher."

I went to the playground during the flag-raising time, and after the ceremony, the dean gave a routine speech on stage.

[System: Why does he have to go up and speak every time the national flag is hoisted? 】

Wen Zhichu: "Don't ask me this."

"Then who are you asking?"

"Ask the roundworm in my stomach."

The teaching director came to the stage and called the microphone twice to make sure there was a voice before speaking, "Students, it is another passionate Monday. In the past two weeks, our school and the No. 6 Middle School of the neighboring city have jointly held a campus opinion debate competition. Participate, sign up enthusiastically, dare to take the first step.”

"The venue of the competition is not only in our school, but also in the No. 6 Middle School of the city next door. It is a confrontation and a friendship."

"Of course, participation in the competition is voluntary, and the most important thing is to participate. The deadline for registration is self-study on Wednesday night."

As soon as the dean's voice fell, the Tianmiao elf was like a parent actively enrolling their children in extracurricular classes, with an encouraging voice.

[System: "How about it, are you going or not. 】

Wen Zhichu shook his head, apparently not intending to participate.

[System: The focus is on participation. 】

Wen Zhichu: "People must be independent."

[System: Excuse. 】

Wen Zhichu nodded.

Unexpectedly, the other party would nod so directly, Tianmiao Elf was surprised.

[System: You actually admitted it. 】

Wen Zhichu: "Actually, this is not a matter of whether I want to participate, but a matter of whether the other party wants or not."

[System: Why can't you participate when you sign up? 】

Wen Zhichu said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid I haven't finished my sentence yet, and the debate competition is over."

"..."

It forgot that its host stuttered when talking to humans, and the reason why it didn't stutter to it was because it was not a human.

After the dismissal, Wen Zhichu planned to go back to class. After all, it is summer now, and the road outside is so hot that you can fry eggs.

After returning, I heard the discussion in the class.

It's about debating.

Wen Zhichu sat in the back row and listened without saying a word.

Only then did I remember, isn't the No. 6 Middle School next door the school where "My District Mayor's Father" is located?

Wen Zhichu didn't know if the Provincial No. 1 meeting would participate, but the first debate competition was held in their school, and if the other party came, they would be hunted down by a group of English teachers.

When Mr. Li was in the school office, he wished he could eat him up.

Wen Zhichu: "Sky Meow Elf."

[System: I am here. 】

Wen Zhichu made a doubtful voice, "Isn't Qin Jiashu the protagonist? Everything should have the aura of the protagonist. Why is it useful for other protagonists, but it doesn't work for him?"

[System: There may be a cruel author's mother. 】

Wen Zhichu: "...Oh."

The registration for the debate competition ended soon, and then many students were collected, and five contestants and three substitutes were selected.

Of course, as a symbol of the school's excellence, Qin Jiashu couldn't not participate, and was voted as the captain by the crowd.

The first debate competition is scheduled on Tuesday next week, giving the students plenty of time to prepare.

The participating students from the No. 6 Middle School in the neighboring city also came to the No. 1 Middle School one day in advance and lived in the student dormitory of the No. 1 Middle School at night.

As soon as Wen Zhichu walked to the school gate on Monday, he saw a figure swaggering down from a bus.

His stature is not tall among boys, about 1.7 meters by visual inspection, because the other person's walking posture is so strange, he couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

Wen Zhichu: "He walks a little strangely."

[System: Wen Zhichu! Don't look at others with your strange eyes, who hasn't had a difficult time yet! 】

Wen Zhichu quickly realized his inappropriate behavior. Although he only looked at it a few more times out of curiosity, he was also fully aware of his mistakes. Communist Youth League members can't do this.

Before he could express his remorse, he heard the Tianmeow elf continue.

[System: Maybe the circumcision has just been done. 】

Wen Zhichu: ...