Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Born to Be a King of Song (Part 2)
Chuzheng left the bathroom, hanging a “under maintenance” sign on the door handle. A few girls ca by laughing and talking, but seeing this, they had to take a detour to another bathroom.
Chuzheng returned to the swimming pool, the people in the circle were good at having fun, this kind of event was common. She scanned the people clinging to each other in the pool but didn’t find Hua Huai.
As soon as the original host ca in, she got entangled with Young Master Liang and didn’t notice where Hua Huai went.
This place was the rooftop of a hotel, with the hotel downstairs. Whether Hua Huai left or went sowhere else, it would be hard to find him.
Forget it.
Let’s go back.
Chuzheng went to the changing room, changed out of her clothes, and packed up to leave the hotel, returning to the original host’s place.
The house was rented by the original host, neatly organized and clean, exuding a feminine warmth everywhere.
There was a poster of Hua Huai hanging in the room… A huge poster. Chuzheng was startled when she ca in earlier.
One must admit, Hua Huai, this scumbag, still looked very handso.
His looks could score at least eight points in this circle. With so makeup, good lighting, and a fan filter, a solid nine points.
He has the popular fresh young at look.
[Hey girl, there’s a new way to play, do you want to try it?]
“??”
This bastard can co up with new ways to play?
Is your IQ sufficient?
[… Our system also evolves, you know.] The King’s Account was a bit indignant, feeling attacked by Chuzheng.
“Another spendthrift task?”
[Of course, it still relates to being a spendthrift. After all, we are a serious Spendthrift System; we can’t deviate from our essential work.]
[Do you want to know the identity of the Good Person Card?]
“You know?”
[Of course I know, girl, I’m a system after all.] The Bastard was tail-up with pride.
Chuzheng was internally pondering quietly if there was any way to incapacitate the King’s Account.
But after thinking for a long ti…
No, there wasn’t.
This King’s Account thingy couldn’t be seen or touched.
Even if you block it, it can still force its way out.
Who knows which bastard developed sothing that violates the core values of socialism.
The King’s Account gloated noticeably: [If you want to know, I will assign you this task.]
Chuzheng: “…”
Trick!
I won’t!
A minute later.
Chuzheng cursed the Bastard furiously in her heart.
[Girl, you just need to do good deeds in every realm (including but not limited to helping grandmas across the street, handing lost money to the police), and get a Thank-You Card from them. After the realm ends, you will get a Good Person Card identity decoding.]
“A decoding? What does that an?”
[…] The girl isn’t easy to fool! [Ahem…]
“You better not fool .” Chuzheng warned ominously.
The King’s Account, who was about to fool her, exclaid angrily: [Girl, am I that kind of system?]
Chuzheng gave the King’s Account an internal look of ‘silent smile’.
[The identity decoding is shown as a progress bar. This ans that once you’ve completed the progress bar, you will know the Good Person Card’s identity.]
“…”
Good Person Card!
Don’t let find out who you really are!
Chuzheng cald down internally: “How many realms do I need to complete?”
[The progress bar is calculated based on the Thank-You Cards obtained in each realm. The specifics are inconvenient to disclose, girl, make an effort to spend and be a good person!!] All the effort is for the girl to be good.
Chuzheng: “…”
For spending, have you resorted to this??!
Bastard, you’ve fallen!
[…]
Chuzheng forgot about the Thank-You Card as soon as she heard about it.
She organized the original host’s mories and fell asleep.
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[Main Task: Acquire a studio, within three days.]
Chuzheng sat up suddenly, the daylight was bright outside, and the clock just struck eight o’clock.
Auditory hallucination!
Auditory hallucination!
Chuzheng lay back down, pulling the quilt over her head.
[Main Task: Acquire a music studio, within three days.]
The King’s Account proved with actions that Chuzheng wasn’t hearing things.
Chuzheng threw off the quilt brusquely, coldly said: “Didn’t you change the ga plan?” How is there still a spendthrift task?
[Girl, I didn’t say I wouldn’t issue main tasks.] The King’s Account said innocently.
Chuzheng: “…”
I’m at a loss for words.
I miscalculated.
Bastard!
Chuzheng habitually cursed out the King’s Account, got up, and washed up. She turned her head to look at the things the original host hung in the room, taking everything down.
By the ti she finished, it was almost eleven.
She found the original host’s phone, which had turned off automatically due to a dead battery.
She attached the charger, finding several missed calls inside, most from Hua Huai.
Ding dong ding dong——
The doorbell was pressed like soone was urging for life.
Chuzheng went to open the door; a 1.85-ter-tall man stood outside, his handso face carrying anger: “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
This person was none other than the original host’s artist—Hua Huai.
Compared to the poster, Hua Huai didn’t seem as good-looking in person.
The poster with its ticulous retouching and filters, plus Hua Huai’s cara-friendly looks, made him appear several degrees more handso.
Chuzheng only opened the door a crack, not intending to let the person outside in, and asked bluntly, “What’s up?”
“Last night…” Hua Huai initially wanted to question her, but thinking it over, he softened his expression: “What happened last night? When I ca back, you were gone. Did sothing happen?”
He naturally didn’t return last night. First thing in the morning, he received a call saying Young Master Liang was trapped in a bathroom, only discovered by cleaning staff in the morning.
Young Master Liang was furious, threatening to deal with him.
He called Chuzheng, who wouldn’t answer, so Hua Huai ca over directly.
“Nothing happened.”
Chuzheng’s tone was cold, her attitude even colder, causing Hua Huai’s heart to sink.
In the past, when he ca over, she would shyly invite him in, seemingly at a loss with her hands and feet.
What’s with this attitude today?
What’s happened to her?
A night not seen… why does she feel so strange, what exactly happened last night?
Hua Huai suppressed the doubts in his heart: “Open the door, let in so we can talk.”
Chuzheng coldly refused: “It’s inappropriate for a man and woman to be alone, you should leave if there’s nothing important.” Saying this, she was about to close the door.
Man and woman alone?
Hua Huai was shocked by this term.
The thoughts of this agent toward himself were crystal clear in Hua Huai’s heart. She longed to be alone with him, and now she was saying it’s inappropriate for a man and woman to be alone?
Is she crazy, or did he not wake up today and is dreaming?
Hua Huai’s body was faster than his mind, blocking the door: “Xiao ng, what’s wrong? Did sothing happen yesterday?”
“What could happen?” Chuzheng’s icy gaze fell on him: “Or is it that nothing happened to , and you’re disappointed?”
Hua Huai’s heart skipped several beats, his palms instantly drenched in sweat, feeling like a secret was being peered into.
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