Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

Your accent sounds like a dying tractor in a muddy field.

Nie Qingcheng suddenly spoke.

The pronunciation is pure royal, the speed is extremely fast, and the fluency is like singing, but the content is extremely sarcastic.

"And your so-called 'paper'..."

Nie Qingcheng glanced at the pile of printed documents on his desk, a mocking smile curving her lips.

"If you want to pick up girls, at least learn to distinguish between 'Economy' and 'Economics.' Now, get lost."

Li Wenbo was stunned.

Although he had passed the CET-6, Nie Qingcheng spoke too fast and with a condescending, mocking tone. He only understood the last part, "Get lost."

The smile on his face instantly froze, turning into a deep, angry, liver-colored hue.

"You...you..."

Nie Qingcheng was too lazy to pay him any more attention.

She turned her head, and her icy face instantly blossomed with warmth and charm.

"Honey~"

That lingering "husband" made Zhang Yan's bones melt.

Nie Qingcheng pulled her foot out of Zhang Yan's hand, and then gently kicked his calf under the table, her voice sweet and coquettish:

"What did that word mean? I don't understand it, can you teach me?"

play.

The performance continues.

Zhang Yan looked at her adoring, womanly demeanor and chuckled inwardly.

[Ding! Host is detected facing a scenario where someone tries to show off but gets humiliated.]

[Passive skill triggered: God-level language proficiency (including eight languages ​​and all academic vocabulary).]

[Temporary item triggered: Academic Fraud Radar (10-minute time limit).]

The system's voice sounded at just the right moment.

Zhang Yan felt a massive influx of information flood his mind. He had initially found the English paper on Li Wenbo's desk somewhat difficult, but now it seemed like reading a primary school student's essay.

Moreover, it was a plagiarized elementary school student's essay.

"Since you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Zhang Yan closed "Principles of Mechanics," slowly took a pen out of his pocket, and twirled it in his hand.

He looked at Li Wenbo, who was about to slink away, but was unwilling to give up.

"Hey, you top student, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"

Zhang Yan called out to him.

Li Wenbo stopped and glared fiercely at Zhang Yan: "What are you doing? Trying to show off too?"

"It's not really a show."

Zhang Yan stood up and reached for the few printed drafts of the paper on Li Wenbo's desk.

"I just happened to glance at your work when you mentioned you wanted to discuss the global economy."

Zhang Yan pointed to the second paragraph of the paper, speaking in a flat tone as if he were reading an instruction manual:

"This passage, 'The fluctuation of currency exchange rates…', if I remember correctly, is excerpted from the third issue of the Harvard Business Review, by Professor Smith, on page 45 of the original article."

Li Wenbo's expression changed instantly, and his eyes began to dart around: "You... what nonsense are you talking about! This is just my own opinion!"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yan smiled, slid his finger down, and pointed to the fourth paragraph.

"The funniest thing is..."

Zhang Yan tossed the papers back onto the table with a soft thud.

"You translated 'Fiscal Policy' as 'Physical Policy'."

"Dude, even machine translation requires some thought, right?"

boom--

The students who were quietly reading nearby all perked up their ears.

Some people took out their phones, and others started whispering.

"Holy crap, isn't that Li Wenbo from the Economics and Management department? I heard he was even going to get a guaranteed spot in graduate school, and he plagiarized?"

"This guy is really audacious to plagiarize even academic papers."

"Physics policy? Hahahaha, that's hilarious, what the hell is this physics policy!"

Li Wenbo stood there, his face turning a deep purple, his whole body trembling.

He spent three years at Jiangda University, deceiving many female students with his carefully crafted persona. Little did he expect that today, in this inconspicuous corner, he would be stripped bare, leaving him with nothing but his underwear.

"You...you just wait!"

Li Wenbo grabbed the books and documents on the table, his harsh words lacking conviction, and fled the library in a disheveled state amidst the laughter of the crowd.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Zhang Yan sat down again and shook his head. "Young people these days have such poor mental fortitude."

Under the table, the foot clad in black stockings stretched out again.

This time, without any probing, she stepped directly on his thigh.

Nie Qingcheng rested her chin on her hand, her bright peach blossom eyes sparkling as if she wanted to devour Zhang Yan.

"husband."

She licked her lips, her voice terribly hoarse.

"Those few English sentences you just said... were so cool."

"Especially the pronunciation, it's so...unpleasant to listen to..."

Nie Qingcheng moved closer, and across the table, that faint fragrance enveloped Zhang Yan once again.

My legs went weak.

Zhang Yan felt the foot on his thigh gradually exerting force, a dangerous signal that sent chills down his spine.

"President Nie, please have some self-respect," Zhang Yanyi said sternly.

"I won't."

Nie Qingcheng grinned mischievously and lightly hooked his pants pocket with her toe.

"You were rummaging around under the table so enthusiastically just now, what are you pretending to be a gentleman for now?"

She glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then suddenly lowered her voice and offered Zhang Yan a bait he couldn't refuse.

"Given what you just did, you chased away a fly for me."

"night……"

Nie Qingcheng blinked and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"Would you like to see me wear those lace-trimmed ones?"

Zhang Yan closed the book.

"Walk."

"Where to?" Nie Qingcheng was taken aback.

Zhang Yan stood up, grabbed her hand, and looked at her with a determined gaze.

"go home."

"This lousy book is better left unread."