A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

"Um......"

Su Chen: ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Desire, lust, excitement]

Su Chen's eyelids twitched.

I felt something was off about the pointer in my hand again.

..

Su Chen lay back down on the sofa: "But we have to get it done in the remaining three and a half hours, otherwise we won't have a chance."

Song Qian glared at him irritably, but still followed him to the sofa.

I was just about to sit down.

Su Chen suddenly sat up.

"The sofa is a bit small, the massage isn't very comfortable, and we can't really stretch our muscles. Maybe we should go back to our room."

"Whatever." Song Qian rolled her eyes.

..

Return to the room.

Su Chen lay on the bed just as before.

Seeing how conscientious he was, Song Qian asked, "So? Are you going to have a massage at the same place again this time?"

"No need for that. Just do whatever feels comfortable for you. Otherwise, you probably won't be able to last three and a half hours." Su Chen didn't care how Song Qian massaged him; he just wanted to make it through the three and a half hours.

Song Qian walked to Su Chen's side, took one of his arms, and started pressing on his upper arm.

She had never studied massage before.

She could only use the massage techniques Su Chen had used on her before.

But she didn't know.

Since earning the title of massage master, Su Chen's massage techniques have no longer been limited to specific methods.

Most of the time is spent having fun.

Therefore, what Song Qian learned was quite applicable to Su Chen.

"I'm starting to feel like something's off about this technique."

Song Qian asked doubtfully, "Is this really the massage therapist's technique?"

"Of course, I always make you feel good when I give you massages, and didn't you see that I feel good too?"

Su Chen looked serious.

But his fingers dangled in the air, occasionally touching it.

Song Qian: "......"

Looking at the hand beneath her, Song Qian blushed deeply, feeling that something was off.

But I couldn’t say it.

After pressing with the right hand, press with the left hand, and when the left hand finishes, there are two legs.

Then the back.

If it were Su Chen, the whole process would take less than half an hour.

But Song Qian's whole routine took more than an hour.

Finally, he sat on Su Chen's lap and patted him on the back.

"Okay."

Su Chen was almost asleep from being pressed down, but this slap woke her up again.

"How long have you been up? Only a little over an hour." Su Chen rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone.

There are several WeChat and QQ messages above.

However, Su Chen didn't care.

He glanced at the time, then turned to look at Song Qian.

“You could have waited until I’ve slept for three hours before waking me up, so you could have rested for a while too.”

forget.

Song Qian was momentarily embarrassed.

But now that they've all woken up, she can only bite the bullet and say, "A person should be honest."

Su Chen nodded in deep agreement.

"In this respect, he is better than that Qiao Jingjing. He is a scumbag. He only pressed half an hour and then ran away.

"Stop talking nonsense and turn around now."

Song Qian stood up and had Su Chen turn over so that his face was up.

"The front is close to the heart, so it might hurt a little when you press it, but please bear with it."

"Ah."

Song Qian sat back down, but now the back of her legs was bent into knees.

"Um......"

This time.

Three hours passed quietly.

Su Chen also provided the teaching tools as promised, as Qiao Jingjing's situation was somewhat special.

Song Qian wanted to know what was going on.

The two of them then began the experiment.

During the experiment, Song Qian surprisingly discovered that this pointer could help people concentrate.

The effect was exceptionally significant.

So she had Su Chen use the power of this pointer to review physics.

After all, he's a top-notch instructor; he'll still have to teach classes when he gets back.

Even during holidays, we should continue learning.

Su Chen was naturally satisfied.

..

Qiao Jingjing's room.

Qiao Jingjing, who had originally planned to sleep wrapped in a blanket, was now chatting with her boss on her phone.

"Boss... can we talk about this tomorrow? I have something to do today."

"What could be more important than reporting to me about work?" Yang Mi looked at her phone, feeling puzzled.

Why does Qiao Jingjing's voice sound so weak?

Got a fever?

Hearing that the other end was silent, Yang Mi became a little worried: "Jingjing, do you have a fever?"

"No, I just went out for a walk today and I'm really tired, um..."

Qiao Jingjing sighed into her phone: "I want to sleep. I'll be fine tomorrow."

Yang Mi blushed slightly upon hearing this voice, her brows furrowing as she sat up straight.

Not right.

Su Chen has only been in Shanghai for a few days, and he's already managed to woo their star girl.

and......

Yang Miyao shook her head, banishing this terrifying thought.

"I only have one question: he didn't ask you anything about the game today, did he?"

"No..." But this time the other person didn't finish immediately, but followed up with a question: "Boss, why do you always ask about the game? Hmm... you didn't secretly have him help you level up, did you?"

"That's none of your business. Go to sleep! I'll settle the score with you tomorrow!"

Yang Mi hung up the phone, but didn't put it down. Instead, she saw the following news article after the call ended.

A third-rate actress and her director were caught causing a drunken scene outside a hotel, sparking rumors of an affair between the director and actress.

Yang Mi looked at the photo above.

Although the image is blurred, you can still tell from the outline that this is a third-rate actress under her company.

Cheng Shu.

I initially thought she was good-looking and wanted to sign her to be a popular celebrity.