I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 14 I thought Lu Bu was already invincible.
The setting sun melted the glass window into amber.

Outside the window, the wisteria vines on the laboratory building cascade down the wall like a waterfall.

High school (8) class.

Reading in the evening.

As Shen Enxi listened to the sparse, listless reading aloud, her brows furrowed even more deeply.

"The college entrance exam is just around the corner! And you're still studying like this? Everyone stand up and read! Recite 'The Road to Shu is Hard' together! Shout it out!"

Amidst the urging sound of the ruler striking the podium, Li Bin reluctantly stood up, his movements limp, and, holding his textbook, began to shout at the top of his lungs:

"Alas, how perilous and lofty!"

Chen Zhou slowly straightened up, sighed helplessly, and then began to recite:

"The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven!"

At this moment, Li Bin was filled with resentment. Under the cover of the reading aloud, he sighed and said:

"It's just high school, but they treat us like Japanese every day. It's like we're in Auschwitz concentration camp."

Stephen Chow also covered his face with his Chinese textbook, looking helpless.
"There's no way around it, studying is the original sin."

Chen Zhou shook his head, deciding to put down his studies and join the more authoritative circle of slacking off, saying:

“I’ve always thought Jiang Yuyan was involved in the BDSM community, and she always managed to make people experience the ultimate humiliation.”

Li Bin's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs-up in praise:

"Zhejiu Shi Biantai!"

Just as the group was chatting away, Shen Enxi's gaze swept over them like that of a hawk.

Chen Zhou quickly rejoined the reading circle.

The noise pollution lasted until 18:50 PM before finally subsiding.

Chen Zhou saw the milk tea at his feet, slapped his forehead, and cried out in alarm: "Oh no!"
I was so busy delivering the rice noodles that I forgot to deliver the milk tea to Jiangxia.

Taking advantage of the fact that Shen Enxi had already left the classroom, Chen Zhou quickly picked up the taro boba milk tea and hurried towards Class Two.

Class 2 is different from Class 8; it is a top-performing class in the humanities.

In the south, it is not uncommon for schools like Guangya No. 2 Middle School to have windows on the side facing the corridor. Jiang Xia was sitting in a window seat in the corridor.

Looking out the window from afar, Chen Zhou saw Jiang Xia diligently organizing documents at his desk.

A gentle summer evening breeze swept by, ruffling her loose hair, and her bow tie swayed softly in the breeze.

The rosy light streamed through the window lattice, casting a brownish glow on her short, ear-length hair before gently settling into her bright, almond-shaped eyes.

"Jiang Xia."

Chen Zhou gently knocked on the windowsill.

Jiang Xia suddenly raised her head, a trace of confusion still lingering in her eyes, looking like a bewildered little deer.

"Please drink milk tea."

Chen Zhou had just handed out half of the milk tea when Qin Xiao, Jiang Xia's deskmate, leaned over and intercepted it.

"Hey, isn't this Chen Zhou? Here to deliver some love-filled milk tea?"

Qin Xiao, with her hair in a bun, deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her sentence, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of shipping a couple.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding classmates immediately burst into whispers and laughter.

"Why did you suddenly decide to buy me bubble tea?"

Jiang Xia's ears instantly flushed red, and she hurriedly reached out to take the milk tea, trying to hide it in the drawer.

Chen Zhou shrugged and said in a serious tone:
"Thank you for the braised chicken at noon." Jiang Xia's expression softened upon hearing this, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks, at least you have a conscience!"

Chen Zhou pretended to put on a stern face and feigned anger, saying:

"What kind of talk is that? What do you mean I still have a conscience? If you won't drink the milk tea, then drink it!"

Jiang Xia quickly protected the milk tea like a little animal guarding its food, and smiled slyly:
"You've already given it all to me, and now you want it back?"

As she spoke, she tore open the straw packaging, inserted it into the cup, and took a sip of milk tea like a hamster.

After finishing her drink, she smugly held out the milk tea to Chen Zhou, defiantly saying:
"Here you go, do you still want it?"

Looking at Jiang Xia's quirky and mischievous appearance, Chen Zhou suddenly felt an urge to tease her.

"I don't dislike you."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, and prepared to make a feint.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Xia saw him looking down, she thought he really wanted to drink milk tea, and hurriedly shrank back.

The movement was too big, and the straw happened to touch Chen Zhou's lips.

Qin Xiao, who had been watching the two closely, suddenly brightened up and screamed excitedly:
"Hey, isn't that an indirect kiss?!"

Jiang Xia glanced at Chen Zhou, then at the milk tea, and sighed helplessly.

"It's all your fault, how can we drink now?"

Chen Zhou touched his lips; the spot where the straw had scratched him was still a little sore. He deliberately spoke in a serious tone:
"You're blaming me? I'm the one who suffered the loss, okay?"

Jiang Xia pouted, her face full of resentment:
Where did you suffer a loss?

Chen Zhou raised his index finger, feigning a serious expression:

"Strictly speaking, this is my first indirect kiss. If this were ancient times, you would be responsible for me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia's face instantly turned bright red. After stammering for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"I'll take responsibility, but you have to pay for my milk tea first!"

Qin Xiao, who was standing nearby, quickly reminded him:
"Xiaxia, you can't sell yourself for a cup of milk tea!"

Jiang Xia then seemed to wake from a dream, stamping his foot and saying:

"No, I didn't kiss you, so why should I take responsibility?"

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhou chuckled.
"I don't care, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. You're at least responsible for tomorrow's breakfast, right?"

Jiang Xia was initially worried that Chen Zhou would make some unreasonable demands, but when she heard that it was just breakfast, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But she quickly realized that she had only taken a sip of the milk tea, so why should she have to pay for breakfast?
Jiang Xia was about to retort when Chen Zhou had already slipped away like a cunning little fox.
"Remember to bring breakfast, don't let me go hungry tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he laughed and ran towards the classroom.

The plan goes through!
Get a free cup of milk tea and a free breakfast!
Just then, the system sent a notification:

[In summer, His Majesty sent Consort Jiang a cold drink, which pleased her, and Imperial Prestige increased by 30.]

[Imperial Might: 50]

Chen Zhou stroked his chin, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

and many more……

Could giving gifts to imperial concubines enhance the emperor's prestige?
interesting.

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