newbobooks Chapter 175: Desensitization?
Chapter 175: Desensitization?
"Sister, are you hinting at something?" Ziyi was amused. "If it's really hard to swallow, it's shameful to waste food, but there's no need to embarrass yourself."
I have learned my lesson this time and will avoid the same mistake next time when cooking. Then this pot of rice can be considered a "death by a good cause".
"I'm just using the scripts I've read to prove to Xiaozi that you're a unique person." Qin Yuhuan finished speaking, eating his rice in small bites. "It's really okay. It seems I've grasped it this time."
"Yeah, that's good. Sister is really good. I can't do that." Ziyi is very self-aware. "I can't even turn on a gas stove."
"It's enough to have someone who can cook at home." Qin Yuhuan didn't have any high demands on herself. She would be satisfied as long as she could cook a pot of edible rice.
"It's enough to have someone at home who can wash dishes. You can't snatch it from me." Ziyi blinked.
Qin Yuhuan raised her eyebrows and said, "It just so happens that there is still half a bottle of dishwashing liquid left at home, enough for you to use once."
Posture: ...
"According to your outrageous script, shouldn't you feel extremely guilty towards me, thinking that I have to work in the kitchen while being with you, and from then on you should be extremely obedient to me, take extra care of me, and swear to let me live a good life?"
Qin Yuhuan was so amused that he kept laughing, "How come you are so good at guessing? You guessed everything."
"Ziyu sometimes likes to watch this kind of melodrama that consumes emotions. When I pass by, she will pull me aside to explain it to me, telling me that this is my negative example." Ziyi bit the spoon and shook her head, "She told me that the most important thing in life is not to be hard on yourself. If you are comfortable, it doesn't matter whether others are comfortable or not. Don't always reflect on yourself."
Unfortunately, it took her a lifetime to learn and practice this truth, and she reflected on herself a lot in her previous life.
"That makes sense." Qin Yuhuan agreed, "Aunt Ziyu is my idol."
You have to know that Ziyu's own story is just like the beginning of a Mary Sue bitter novel: the lover of a rich young man, a woman who came from an orphanage, and an arrogant and strong mother-in-law who gave her five million and asked her to leave...
If I were a little bit more fragile, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
"Your idol said that she should have done more comprehensive things back then, and asked my grandma to sign a gift agreement, so that she could have taken the five million with more confidence. Otherwise, she was just lucky. I bet my grandma wouldn't have thought highly of the five million."
In the early days of Ziyu's company, Ji Minjun tricked her into recovering money in order to cut off her working capital. She really had no choice but to go back with Ziyi and become a "mistress of a wealthy family" who could not be seen in public.
"I've learned it." Qin Yuhuan seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, he took out his phone from his pocket and seemed to be typing. "Let me see how to write a donation agreement and write one for you when the time comes."
Posture:?
"Why are you writing this to me?"
"It's better to take precautions before it happens." Qin Yuhuan said frankly, "I'm afraid if something happens to me, my relatives will take the inheritance..."
Seeing Ziyi's cold face, Qin Yuhuan suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. Ziyi couldn't stand hearing this the most.
She put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked to the other side, hooked her fingers with Ziyi's, and apologized softly: "I said the wrong thing."
Ziyi moved her chair back and patted her thigh. Qin Yuhuan understood and sat on Ziyi's lap. She crossed her fingers around her neck and kissed her on the side of her cheek, "Kiss you, don't be angry."
"You didn't say anything wrong." Ziyi laughed and put her arms around Qin Yuhuan's waist. "I am too sensitive. I should be the one writing this. Even if your relatives come looking for me, they can't take anything away from me."
She had money and could use it to buy everything Qin Yuhuan gave her.
But Qin Yuhuan can't do that.
"I understand your emotions." Qin Yuhuan hugged Ziyi tightly, "I also can't hear unlucky words about you from you, it will hurt my heart."
"Don't worry, we will be together forever in this life. I am also very fierce and will hold you tightly." Ziyi smiled and patted Qin Yuhuan's back, "Hurry up and eat up the food cooked by my girlfriend. Don't waste her hard work."
After dinner, she still had to catch up on her girlfriend's diary.
"Yes, yes, yes~" Qin Yuhuan made a gesture of surrender and slowly returned to his seat, "I promise not to waste your girlfriend's kindness."
Qin Yuhuan's diary is very concise, often just one sentence to cover the day, and she does not write every day.
It is more like a notepad than a diary, which records her strong thoughts at a certain moment, or things that happened in her life that made her emotional.
"Your handwriting has been so neat since you were a child." Ziyi muttered as she flipped through the pages, while Qin Yuhuan spread out a yoga mat on the side and reviewed what she had learned in today's dance class.
"I haven't learned to write cursive characters yet. Writing like this is the easiest way to get a good grade on the test." Qin Yuhuan knelt on the yoga mat, pressed forward, and made a cat stretch. She adjusted her breathing and added, "I am good at taking tests."
She is not the smartest in science, but high scores in ordinary exams do not require special talent in science. Mastering some appropriate skills will always bring her more points.
In my junior high school diary, there is a passage that says: the principal assigned all the poor students to one class, and finally let them use the same teacher as our experimental class. In fact, most of them were forced to give up the high school entrance examination because of their poor grades.
"I remember your junior high school was... No. 4 Middle School?" Ziyi had a vague impression. No. 4 Middle School used to be the worst school in Licheng, a gathering place for street urchins. Whenever No. 4 Middle School was mentioned, the first reaction of Licheng people would be: "poor students."
"I was a student on a temporary basis and could not go to a good school, so I could only go to No. 4 Middle School. But I was lucky. That year, the principal of No. 4 Middle School was replaced. He strictly enforced discipline every day and stayed until the last student left the school after school. He also recruited a group of excellent teachers to teach the experimental class. In order to improve the enrollment rate, he divided the best and worst students into two classes to share educational resources."
The worst class can enjoy the educational resources of the experimental class, but on the condition that if their results in the third-year mock exam are still not ideal, they must give up the high school entrance exam unless their results can become outstanding.
It was also in that class that Qin Yuhuan ranked first in the school and third in the city.
Because of her household registration problem, the principal took all the materials and her transcripts and went to the Education Department countless times. He argued with reason and used himself as a guarantor, and only then did he secure the qualification for her to enter a key middle school. Her photo was hung on the honor roll of the junior high school for three whole years.
As someone who had benefited from the principal's services, Qin Yuhuan was unable to judge whether the principal was right or wrong, so she wrote the incident down, hoping to think about it again when she grew up.
"Have you figured it out now?" Ziyi couldn't help but ask.
Qin Yuhuan panted lightly and answered honestly: "No, I am still not qualified to come up with an answer, because I am a vested interest in the whole thing. This is a difficult problem."
"I know your answer." She understood clearly and watched Qin Yuhuan slowly squatting down as if she was going to do a split.
But after the legs were pressed to a certain degree, they seemed to be fixed and could not be moved down.
"Want me to help you?"
Ziyi wanted to help Qin Yuhuan stretch her legs from behind, but Qin Yuhuan failed in a second. He covered his face with his hands and lamented to the sky, "I'm so useless. When you get close to me, I..." So nervous.
She was worried that Ziyi would notice her painful expression and pounding heart from behind, but even so, she couldn't help but smile like a pervert.
"Then what should we do?" Ziyi put her arms around Qin Yuhuan's waist from behind and kissed her neck. "Do you want to get closer to me and take off your sensitivity?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...