The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 58 I will fight in Gundam form

Zhang Muchen gently pushed open the bedroom door while carrying breakfast.

Liu Wuyang had just finished washing up and was applying skincare products in front of the mirror.

Various instruments and equipment were scattered around the living room, with power cords tangled and intertwined.

Afraid of spilling breakfast on the instruments, Zhang Muchen took it directly to the bedroom to eat with Liu Wuyang.

Liu Wuyang glanced at Zhang Muchen, her dark eyes still faintly filled with lingering anger. The beauty mark under her eye, combined with her gaze, gave her a somewhat cold and alluring look.

"Sister Yang, I've already apologized to you. Have some breakfast."

Zhang Muchen chuckled and casually moved a chair over to sit next to Liu Wuyang.

At this moment, Liu Wuyang casually gathered her hair up with a hair clip, and the black hair on both sides of her forehead fell naturally.

Zhang Muchen looked at her and praised, "Sister Yang, even your casually styled hair looks so good."

Liu Wuyang snorted lightly: "You're so sweet-talking. If you used all that effort on studying, you would have been a top student long ago."

Zhang Muchen shrugged and changed the subject: "Sister Yang, what are those devices in the living room for?"

Liu Wuyang gently picked up the cup and took a sip of hot milk, her brows relaxing slightly.

"I won't tell you yet. I'll take you to see it after breakfast."

Zhang Muchen turned his gaze back, a helpless expression on his face.

Liu Wuyang lowered her eyes and looked at the breakfast in front of her.

A few slices of freshly toasted bread, a golden-fried egg, and a cup of steaming hot milk.

Although it was simple, this breakfast was enough to warm my alcohol-damaged stomach after just waking up from a hangover.

As Liu Wuyang ate her breakfast, the image of Zhang Muchen playing guitar in a bar unconsciously floated into her mind.

Although I was already a little drunk at the time, that melody and that scene were still clearly etched in my mind.

She put down her chopsticks and glanced at Zhang Muchen thoughtfully.

"You play the guitar well, and you sing very well too. But... don't people in the class say you sing off-key?"

Zhang Muchen took a bite of his fried egg without even looking up: "You have to leave a way out for others, right? I'm already so handsome. If I can play the guitar well and sing well, I'm afraid too many people will fall in love with me."

Liu Wuyang: ? ? ?

She put down her milk glass and snorted coldly, "Finish your meal, then you'll have tutoring!"

Zhang Muchen paused, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air, as he held the fried egg between his fingers.

"Sister Yang, it's already 10:30. It's almost lunchtime, why are you still having extra lessons?"

Liu Wuyang frowned and kicked Zhang Muchen without hesitation.

The kick wasn't powerful, but it was enough to express dissatisfaction.

"You're already talking to me about lunch right after breakfast? Is 10:30 so late?" Liu Wuyang said irritably.

Zhang Muchen rubbed the spot where he had been kicked, a half-smile playing on his lips as he looked at her.

"Sister Yang, 10:30 is really late. If you hadn't gotten so drunk last night, we would have already started tutoring now."

Liu Wuyang's expression changed slightly: "Who's drunk? I just... just couldn't control myself!"

Zhang Muchen chuckled softly: "Stubborn to the end."

"What did you say?" Liu Wuyang frowned.

Zhang Muchen was not intimidated at all. He put down his chopsticks, sat up straight as if to be serious, and said with a straight face, "I'm talking about a 25-year-old woman who got completely drunk at a bar last night. As a result, she was safely escorted home by a 17-year-old righteous high school boy."

He paused, looking at Liu Wuyang with a half-smile: "Not only that, this woman also had ulterior motives towards this male high school student, and even went to his bed in the middle of the night."

"The affirmative side has finished its presentation. The negative side is now ready to give its testimony."

Liu Wuyang's breath hitched, and her face flushed instantly.

That brat needs a good beating!

She glared at Zhang Muchen through gritted teeth.

"I'm warning you, these kinds of things are only allowed to be said at home, and absolutely not to be spread to the school!"

"If anyone hears this, my career is over, you know that?"

Zhang Muchen lazily propped her head up with her hand: "Aren't you going to America in a year and a half? It doesn't matter if your teaching career ends early, right?"

"you………"

Liu Wuyang was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she had already raised her hand, ready to teach this brat a lesson.

Zhang Muchen reacted quickly, immediately raising her hands in a gesture of surrender, and said with a grin, "Oh, Sister Yang, I was just kidding."

“I know the school rules. This is a secret between you, me, and me, and I will never tell a third person.” He tilted his head, his tone becoming more serious: “Besides, this concerns Sister Yang’s reputation, so I won’t say anything carelessly.”

Seeing that his attitude had become a little more serious, Liu Wuyang couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

However, Zhang Muchen suddenly leaned over and whispered, "But I'll eat this for the rest of my life if Yang-jie sneaks into my bed."

Liu Wuyang: "..."

Brat!
Zhang Muchen didn't care at all and finished the last bite of the fried egg with a smile.

"But seriously, Yang-jie, you're not allowed to drink like this again. If it weren't for me, this righteous high school boy, yesterday, do you think you'd still be sitting here unharmed?"

Liu Wuyang paused for a moment, remained silent, and stared down at the cup in her hand.

"I only felt comfortable drinking last night because you were there..."

Zhang Muchen: "The quality of the drinks at this little bar isn't very good. If you want to drink some sometime, just call me, and I'll drink with you at home."

Liu Wuyang glanced at him sideways: "Who makes students drink with them? Is that proper?"

Zhang Muchen chuckled and winked: "Paying money is the real deal."

Liu Wuyang rolled her eyes: "That's even more indecent."

"Alright, let's drop this topic." She paused, her gaze turning serious. "I won't get drunk again, and you're not allowed to talk nonsense anymore, understand?"

Zhang Muchen suppressed his playful expression and nodded.

It would be impolite to keep laughing and joking like that.

He got up and cleared the plates.

Just as he reached out, Liu Wuyang's slender fingers gently grasped his wrist.

"Let me do it. You drank quite a bit yesterday, take a rest."

"Okay."

Liu Wuyang carried the tray towards the kitchen.

Zhang Muchen followed behind her, his gaze involuntarily falling on his own wrist.

The skin that was just touched still had a faint scent of skincare products.

In the kitchen, the water from the faucet rinsed the plates, making a soft sound.

The dish soap foam rubbed on the plate, releasing a hint of lemon scent.

Zhang Muchen was observing the electronic instruments in the living room when she asked curiously, "Sister Yang, what are these devices used for? Can you tell me now?"

Liu Wuyang turned off the tap and stacked the plates together. She took a tissue to wipe the water off her fingers and walked out of the kitchen.

“Those are devices for testing VR data.” She paused. “The headset they’re connected to is a VR headset.”

Zhang Muchen was slightly taken aback, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the helmet-shaped devices, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

To be honest, he's played VR before.

Zuckerberg launched the Oculus series.

However, with the advancement of VR technology, devices are gradually becoming lighter, a consensus among major manufacturers.

Only lightweight devices can gain a broad user base.

However, Liu Wuyang's VR headsets for connecting devices looked rather bulky, more like the virtual reality headsets in novels.

Seemingly sensing Zhang Muchen's confusion, Liu Wuyang smiled gently, picked up one of the helmets, opened it, and showed it to Zhang Muchen.

There were several tiny needles inside the helmet.

"This is not traditional VR; this is a device that can connect directly to the brain."

"With this device, you can directly control your in-game character using brain signals, just like in Sword Art Online."

Liu Wuyang put on the helmet without the spikes.

A silver helmet covered her eyes, revealing only her fair cheeks and soft hair.

Bathed in sunlight, Liu Wuyang at this moment seemed to possess a surreal quality reminiscent of a science fiction movie.

She raised one hand and gracefully swung it across the front of the VR headset.

Have you seen Ready Player One?

Liu Wuyang narrowed her eyes and suddenly uttered a Japanese phrase.

"ガンダムで出撃する!

(I will be deployed in Gundam form!)

(End of this chapter)