Xiaxia: "Friend."
Yang Chen: "I don’t like her. If you cut ties with her, I’ll consider talking with you."
Xiaxia was stunned. After a mont, she said sowhat sadly, "Actually, I know she’s not a good person, that her character has major issues. But, after all, we’re friends. If I cut ties with her for no reason, it just doesn’t seem right."
Yang Chen: "That’s not my concern. That’s the condition I’m offering. You agree, I’ll talk to you. If you don’t, I’ll leave now."
Xiaxia was montarily at a loss about what to decide.
At this mont, a Lamborghini Hurricane stopped in front of Yang Chen’s car.
A flamboyantly dressed young man got out, very excitedly saying, "Xiaxia, what are you doing here? What a coincidence!"
This was Song Siming, and from his car you could tell he was a rich second generation.
He had liked Xiaxia for a long ti, but had never managed to win her over.
Xiaxia replied dismissively, "Hmm. Go on with your business. I have important things to do."
Song Siming: "Did he hit you with his car?"
Xiaxia: "No! You hurry on with your own business, okay?"
Song Siming: "I’m here to rent a piano room. I’ve already talked on the phone with Manager Huang, and I’m going up now to pay and sign the lease. Haven’t you been looking for a practice room? You can use mine."
Xiaxia shook her head, saying, "No need! I can rent one myself, don’t need yours. Please just get busy with your thing, alright?"
Seeing Xiaxia a bit impatient, Song Siming quickly nodded and left to avoid making her unhappy.
Turning around, Song Siming yawned and his eyes beca a bit dazed.
"Dry skin turning pale, puffy eyelids, dark circles under the eyes, vacant look, and lethargy. It’s a classic case of overindulgence. Miss, be careful, he probably has many sexual partners and it’s clear from his behavior every night. At his age, he shouldn’t exhibit these symptoms otherwise," Yang Chen said.
But after saying it, he suddenly froze.
"Damn, why couldn’t I resist voicing out his symptoms?" Yang Chen muttered to himself.
It was then he recalled the system reward, the [Three Extres Needle Technique].
To use this technique, the prerequisite was to recognize what symptoms the target had before applying the corresponding acupoints, right?
So, even though [Three Extres Needle Technique] appears to be just acupuncture, it is actually an impressive dical skill.
Xiaxia: ’Thank you for the warning. I’m not interested in him at all, would never accept him. How about I have Xiaoqin co over to apologize, and we can talk properly about renting the piano room. Okay?’
Yang Chen: "Move aside; I’m leaving. I’ve already laid out my conditions, and you’re just here spouting your thoughts. You have no sincerity; I don’t want to waste any more ti with you."
At this ti, the miserable woman Zhang Qin arrived.
"Xiaxia, don’t bother talking to him anymore. I just ran into Song Siming. He said he’s already secured a venue and we can use it. I know you don’t like him, but we should consider the bigger picture and accept his offer," Zhang Qin said.
Xiaxia coldly replied, "No need! Give the concert tickets for tomorrow night."
Zhang Qin: "Why?"
Xiaxia: "Just hand them over!"
Zhang Qin nodded, taking out two concert tickets for Chairman Zhou from her bag.
Xiaxia took the tickets and handed one to Yang Chen, saying, "Tomorrow night at seven, Jing’an Sports Center."
Zhang Qin imdiately protested, saying, "Xiaxia, what are you doing? Why are you giving my ticket to him? What about ?"
Xiaxia: "He doesn’t like you. Let’s just be ordinary friends from now on. Honestly, I’m starting to not like you either. Your behavior really devalues yourself, it’s quite uncultured. You know that, right? I’m even starting to doubt your character. How could you use my phone to leave bad reviews for him?"
Zhang Qin: "Xiaxia, did I hear wrong? Are you joking with ?"
Xiaxia: "I’m not joking with you. From now on, we’ll just be ordinary friends, not best friends."
Zhang Qin: "Are you for real? You’re going to downgrade from being best friends with for over three years just for a ride-share driver? Are you out of your mind?"
Xiaxia: "To be exact, he’s made see your character and attitude clearly. You know my family would never allow to be too close with soone like you. Let’s just be ordinary friends. Brother, let get in the car. Let’s go to Tang Pavilion for dinner, my treat."
Seeing the shocked look on Zhang Qin’s face, Yang Chen felt much more at ease inside.
"Sure! Get in!" Yang Chen said, then unlocked the door.
Xiaxia hurried into the car and Yang Chen drove away.
Zhang Qin stood there stunned, not moving for a long ti.
After a while, Song Siming ca over, patting Zhang Qin on the shoulder, asking, "What are you doing standing here? Where’s Xiaxia? Did you convince her to accept my place?"
Zhang Qin turned around, saying, "I guess you’re finished! Xiaxia decided not to be best friends with for that ride-share driver. I think Xiaxia may have fallen for him because of his looks. Not only did she give him the concert ticket for tomorrow night, she’s also inviting him to dinner at Tang Pavilion. My goodness, don’t you think that’s over the top? Besides this being a possibility that she’s interested in that ride-share driver, what other possibility could there be?"
Song Siming was shocked, saying, "How could she fall for a ride-share driver? Just because he’s good-looking? Can looks be bread or money?"
Zhang Qin: "Anyway, they’re already off to Tang Pavilion, you figure it out yourself."
With that, Zhang Qin walked away.
"Hmph! Stupid driver, you want to stop Xiaxia from being friends with , I’ll have Song Siming deal with you! Let’s see how a lousy ride-share driver like you can compete with a rich second generation! Hmph!" Zhang Qin thought to herself.
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