GBP Chapter 146 Dirty
Chapter 146 Dirty
[Xiao Lan, is Song Jia the leading lady now?]
[Yes, host. Why are you asking this?]
The host doesn't pay much attention to these things and takes a passive approach to tasks, so it doesn't tell the host anything unnecessary.
It found it troublesome.
[Hidden quest progress.]
[60%]
Xiao Lan felt increasingly that something was wrong with her host today.
[Host, is something the matter?]
In a black BMW, Shen Qingqing pressed her head against the window, wondering, "If the female lead and male lead are together, will the hidden mission be completed?"
Saving the male protagonist naturally involves a systematic approach from all aspects.
Hmmmm, I think that's unlikely.
The boy beside her tapped his long, slender fingers on the keyboard.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were thinking, and his gaze lingered on the girl.
[Following classic tropes in novels, there's a 99% chance the male protagonist will be redeemed by the female protagonist.]
The little lazy cat remained silent. How could it communicate with its host?
It felt that the current male protagonist was more dependent on the host.
I wouldn't dare to make a 100% guarantee.
When getting into the car, Shen Qingqing avoided Mu Jing's hand and sat down by herself.
[Host, the male lead is unhappy.]
After that, the atmosphere in the car became strange and tense. The driver in the front seat keenly noticed this abnormality and didn't even dare to breathe.
【avoid arousing suspicion.】
Xiao Lan, who was just trying to change Shen Qingqing's mind, was now in a real bind.
[If you're not the host, when did you become so focused on the mission?]
She pointed to her head. "It tells me this is the easiest way."
Lazybones: So, the host's brain has been upgraded, and emotions have become even more dull.
"Mu Jing, I'm staying at a hotel."
Shen Qingqing spoke up, looking at Mu Jing, saying that they couldn't stay at someone else's house.
She's used to being lazy and won't do anything herself.
The part-time job was an accident.
Lazybones: Whether it's incompetence or laziness, you, the host, know the answer in your heart.
"Dirty." Mu Jing moved closer. Five minutes had passed since he last held Qingqing's hand.
Mu Jing was overly insistent on holding hands with someone.
His world consists of only him.
But after meeting Shen Qingqing, he had someone to keep him company.
And she is undoubtedly the most suitable.
He never imagined that one day someone would walk into his world.
"Miss, my wife told me that a few days ago, there was a corpse hidden under the bed in a five-star hotel in S City. It was already rotting!"
Shen Qingqing frowned. She didn't have high standards for hygiene, but this...
The question popped into my head: "Rent a place?"
"Even dirtier."
"go home."
"clean."
Perhaps believing Mu Jing's words, the girl compromised and said, "Okay."
Brain: Master, I tried my best...
Longing for home late at night.
"Xiao Jing, I heard from Butler Li that you've been getting quite close to a girl lately?"
The room, decorated in an antique style, is filled with various kinds of porcelain and wooden furniture.
A cigarette was lit on the simple, antique table in the very center.
The wisps of white smoke, when inhaled, bring a sense of peace.
The boy kneeling on the ground lowered his eyes and remained silent.
“I also heard that you brought her to the manor.”
The manor was left by Mu Jing's mother, and Mu Jing never lets anyone else set foot inside.
Even his father never went inside.
"As long as you obey, your father promises not to interfere in anything you do, but..."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands twice.
Two burly men in suits entered through the door.
They held Mu Jing down.
"Mr. Mu."
With a single lash of the whip, the middle-aged man called President Mu showed no hesitation in his eyes.
He whipped Mu Jing.
The boy remained expressionless, with several bloody wounds on his back, interspersed with old injuries that reopened.
疼—
He couldn't feel it, and even wanted to laugh, but he seemed unable to.
His father couldn't allow him to have any feelings.
After one hour.
Dragging his bandaged wound, Mu Jing returned to the manor.
Squeak—
The door opens.
The girl on the bed had her eyes closed, and the boy reached out his hand, his fingers measuring the girl's breath.
He felt no pain despite the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but his body could feel it.
The boy knelt on the ground, his head resting against the girl's drooping hand.
"Qingqing, don't disappear."
Perhaps it was the sudden intrusion of his childhood that broke the silence; a single glance in his youth made his world begin to move.
Or perhaps it was the first time he saw her, at the cemetery.
Is that liking someone?
No.
What is it?
he does not know.
I just hope she doesn't disappear.
He could promise to be obedient, but Qingqing couldn't abandon him like she had abandoned him before.
He did not want.
Mu Jing remembered everything about the memory node task, even though the system used certain methods to make Mu Jing think he was dreaming.
But in Mu Jing's heart, that was not a dream.
However, the system is unaware of all this.
The exam arrived as scheduled.
The third examination room.
[Host, why have you stopped writing?]
The girl propped her head up with her arm, swaying back and forth.
I don't want to write.
On the table, the answer sheet lay open, both sides of the essay section blank, without a single word.
"Some students are not allowed to sleep during the exam, so please pay attention to the exam room rules."
The voice sounded familiar; it belonged to the host's English teacher, and it was clearly directed at the host.
However, the host is stubborn.
Unsurprisingly.
Shen Qingqing, who had been trying to suppress her sleep, suddenly lay face down on the table, standing out among her classmates.
The students in the back row were amazed to learn that there was a famous person in the second year of high school who dared to talk back in public without any fear.
They had only seen such feats done by that big shot; that guy had the resources, but this guy... had the courage.
Normally, a student like this would have been expelled long ago.
"The girl in the second-to-last row wearing a hat, that's you."
The girl lay face down on the table and didn't move.
Enraged, Zhu Dan stomped over in her high heels and banged on the table.
The quiet classroom was filled with the distinct sound of shoe heels, coupled with Zhu Dan's occasional sarcastic remarks.
Some students then began to express their dissatisfaction.
"Teacher, could you please be quiet?"
One student raised their hand.
The other students quickly echoed this sentiment.
Zhu Dan paused, rolling her eyes at the classmate who had spoken.
"Shut up, all of you, and focus on your exam."
"If you don't say anything, everyone can focus on the exam." A soft muttering.
The embarrassment Zhu Dan felt in front of Shen Qingqing made her even angrier. "Who said that? Get out!"
No one responded.
First examination room.
"Hey, Teacher Wang, is that the top student in your Class Two?"
A young teacher stood at the door, raised an eyebrow, and asked.
This No. 1 High School—no, in all the high schools in S City—almost everyone knows that No. 1 High School has a genius student.
Even teachers from other classes would take a few glances when passing by Class 2 of Grade 11.
"Do you still want to proctor the exam this afternoon?"
Teacher Wang glanced at him.
"I didn't even see him pick up a pen."
The boy with student number 1 in the first row had been slumped over the table since he came in.
He hadn't gotten up, which made the other students very anxious.
The students behind them would glance over there every ten minutes or so.
This exam must be easy, otherwise why didn't we see any top students writing anything?
That's absolutely too simple for someone of high caliber to answer.