Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 185 So-called Temperament

3602, Nanfeng and his group of seven sat around the dining table, which was covered with snacks and desserts.

Mika was leaning back in her chair, intently editing the photos.

Yu Mo, standing to the side, curiously turned to look at Mei Jia's phone, then looked up in surprise and asked, "Why did you choose this group photo?"

In the photo, Nanfeng has a stern face, which contrasts sharply with the sweet smile of Meijia and the animated expression of Xiaoxian.

Mika sighed helplessly, "This is already the best photo of Nanfeng."

As she spoke, she showed Yu Mo a group photo of the three of them taken before lunch. Whether it was a large group photo of the three of them or a small group photo of Mei Jia and Nan Feng, Nan Feng's expression looked very strange.

They either have a stern face or their smile is extremely creepy.

Meijia muttered, "I originally thought that Nanfeng only put on a straight face when he said he would take pictures to reject me, but I didn't expect that he would actually freeze up as soon as he saw the camera."

"It's hard, it's hard?"

"Stiff hardness".

Mika looked at Nanfeng on her phone with a hint of regret: "She looks so beautiful when she smiles in real life, so why does she always have such a blank face in front of the camera?"

"Never mind." Mika continued editing the photo with her head down. "If the smile isn't enough, I'll use Photoshop to make up for it. Watch me Photoshop a smiling lip onto him."

Seeing that Meijia was getting into a fight with the photos on her phone, Yu Mo could only smile helplessly.

You at least took photos. You had just made an agreement with Nanfeng, but first you ran into Zhang Wei, and then you had to deal with Ziqiao and Teacher Zeng's issues.

After a series of events, once Nanfeng finally managed to stop the gossip among the people in the apartment, she lost the chance to take a photo with him.

I wonder if Nanfeng will simply back out of the photo opportunity.

As Yu Mo was deep in thought, Zi Qiao and Zhang Wei started arguing about the milk.

"Zhang Wei, I've seen plenty of people drown their sorrows in alcohol, but this is the first time I've seen someone drown their sorrows in milk... Leave me some, I'm almost out of drinks."

This milk was originally bought by Nanfeng this morning to relieve his duodenal ulcer, but unexpectedly it all benefited Zhang Wei.

What exactly is this new-age way of relieving stress: drinking lots of milk?

Ziqiao clearly doesn't have any germaphobia; he directly took half of the hot milk from Zhang Wei's cup.

Zhang Wei rolled his eyes at Zi Qiao: "There's half a refrigerator of milk left in room 3603, why don't you go get it? You insist on pouring it from my cup?"

"The milk in the fridge is cold, and I'm too lazy to heat it up," Ziqiao said matter-of-factly.

"I'm really impressed with you." Zhang Wei got up and headed towards room 3603. "Can I go heat up another pot of milk?"

"And could you reheat that pot of boiled eggs while you're at it?" Ziqiao said, taking advantage of the situation.

"Get lost!"

As for Nanfeng and Xiaoxian...

"Oh dear, someone has finally fallen into my hands." Nanfeng glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian sideways, a mysterious smile on his face.

While the person in charge of appearance might waver between Ziqiao and Yumo, when it comes to temperament and conversation, who in the entire apartment can compare to Nanfeng, who comes from a wealthy family and has studied piano and etiquette since childhood?

Wan Yu may be comparable to Nan Feng in terms of temperament, but she certainly cannot compare to Nan Feng, who has a heavenly voice, in terms of conversation.

So Zeng Xiaoxian has really messed with Nanfeng this time.

"Nanfeng, didn't I apologize to you during dinner?" Zeng Xiaoxian said with a fawning smile. He tried to get closer to Nanfeng in a cheeky manner, but Nanfeng stopped him.

"Zeng Xiaoxian, if you dare to use the same tactics you used on Yifei to disgust me, you're dead."

Nanfeng avoids Zeng Xiaoxian like the plague; not everyone can accept his almost sycophantic flattery.

If he were to call out a few times in that cheeky way, "South Wind, Little Wind, Wind Wind Wind..."

Alas……

Just thinking about Nanfeng makes me feel sick.

After Nanfeng said that, Zeng Xiaoxian could only sit awkwardly opposite Nanfeng.

He could understand why Nanfeng was so angry this time.

At least Nanfeng rushed back to pay for me, and I can let him know I was just being a busybody. Why did I have to be so mean and say something about the eavesdropping prince?

"Relax." Nanfeng narrowed her eyes slightly. "You apologized, and I said I forgave you, so why are you so nervous?"

Xiao Xian grinned sheepishly.

The way you're acting now doesn't seem like you've forgiven me at all.

Yifei reminded him, "Nanfeng, this is not the time for you to hold a grudge. Zeng Xiaoxian's business is more important right now."

Normally, Yifei would be thrilled to see these two friends start fighting, but when it comes to important matters, she can still distinguish between what's important and what's urgent.

"You're quite protective of him."

Nanfeng pouted and said, "Actually, I'm not as petty or vengeful as you think."

"Back then, my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Lin, complained to my dad that I held grudges, was petty, and played pranks on my classmates, but I didn't take it seriously."

Everyone: ...

How can you remember things from kindergarten when your memory is so bad?

It seems that Teacher Lin has a keen eye for talent.

Yifei wanted to say something more, but Yumo stopped her.

Nanfeng was already being temperamental, and you're acting like a parent, telling him to restrain himself and be patient. It would be a miracle if he listened to you.

"Nanfeng, what do we do next?" Yu Mo asked with a sweet smile. "You can't just let us sit here and wait like this, can you?"

Nanfeng looked up at Yumo.

Yu Mo also winked at Nan Feng.

Nanfeng finally sat up straight, ready to officially begin the second renovation of the day.

"Logically speaking, changing a person's temperament and speech is a very expensive, laborious, and time-consuming thing."

"But Teacher Zeng, you were just trying to appease the sponsors, so there's no need for you to spend so much time taking posture and deportment classes."

"So we'll keep everything simple and try to finish your training this afternoon, so you can improve your conversation skills and professional abilities tomorrow."

Nanfeng carefully examined Zeng Xiaoxian: "First, I need to see your background. You are, after all, a TV program host."

"Your demeanor, speech, and physical presence shouldn't be too bad, right?"

"That's right."

Zeng Xiaoxian proudly smoothed his hair: "These are also essential skills for a host. My brother Xian's professional skills are simply impeccable."

"Don't just talk the talk, let's put it to the test," Yifei said, raising her eyebrows slightly.

When Zeng Xiaoxian saw everyone looking at him, he immediately switched into host mode, adopting a serious and upright posture.

"Welcome to Xiaoxian's Appointment. I'm your good friend Zeng Xiaoxian," Xiaoxian said in a serious and clear voice.

Meijia paused her photo editing and glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian: "Although I still don't think this guy is Teacher Zeng, his posture, demeanor and temperament are all very good."

"Look how straight his back is, and that look in his eyes, um..."

"Although his eyes are a bit small and I can't see his gaze clearly, he doesn't have that sleazy look he usually has."

"What are you talking about? What kind of talk is that?" Zeng Xiaoxian instantly broke down. "When have I ever been perverted?"

"Do you all think Teacher Zeng looks great now?" Nanfeng asked, frowning.

Apart from Ziqiao who noticed something amiss, everyone else thought that Xiaoxian was quite capable when he got serious.

Nanfeng smiled and said, "Teacher Zeng, from now on, just keep the same posture you were in. Don't stop unless I tell you to."

Zeng Xiaoxian didn't understand, but he still obediently did as he was told.

"Now, everyone, please imagine yourselves as sponsors. Would you be willing to have dinner with Teacher Zeng in this state?"

Everyone looked at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was looking very serious, and the thought of having dinner with someone like him...

Yu Mo frowned and said, "Something suddenly feels off."

I always feel like if I pick up an extra piece of meat, I'll get a lecture from him, saying that kids shouldn't be picky eaters.

"It reminds me of eating with my grandfather when I was a child."

As soon as Yifei thought of the old man, she immediately understood what Nanfeng meant: "Zeng Xiaoxian, you're going there to eat, drink, and solicit sponsorships, not to record a youth education program. Don't be so serious and rigid."

"With your face that looks like an old scholar's, who would be in the mood to eat or drink?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiaoxian immediately lost his composure, and his eyebrows began to twitch again.

"Keep it up."

Nanfeng said calmly, "Don't be influenced by others, otherwise no matter how successfully you've been transformed, a single word from someone else could bring you back to square one."

Zeng Xiaoxian immediately reverted to his previous serious demeanor.

Ziqiao was too embarrassed to watch: "Teacher Zeng, if you're planning to solicit sponsorships like this, you might as well wear Yu Mo's outfit."

"You've completely ruined the style I designed for you."

When he designed the look, he originally designed it according to Zeng Xiaoxian's cheeky style. Who would have thought that he could put on such a serious act?

"Huh?" Zeng Xiaoxian broke down again.

Nanfeng reminded him, "Keep it up."

"oh."

Zeng Xiaoxian straightened up again.

"If Teacher Zeng maintains this state throughout the entire event, and also wears the clothing designed by Zi Qiao to attend the dinner party..."

"What do you, our sponsors, think?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

Yu Mo: "Too stiff."

Yifei: "Too serious."

Mika: "Too rigid."

Ziqiao: "Too formal."

This kind of vibe is definitely fine for recording educational programs, but it's not suitable for gatherings for drinking, eating, and chatting.

Zeng Xiaoxian looked to Nanfeng for help.

"By the way, if we're talking about normal eating, drinking, and socializing, you should be able to maintain this state for at least two hours."

Nanfeng stared at Zeng Xiaoxian, whose muscles were taut, with a mischievous grin: "How about you hold on for two hours first, and then we'll start?"

Two hours?!

Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't hold on any longer and slumped onto the table, looking like a carefree, indifferent fish.

He can only maintain this state of complete concentration for a few tens of minutes at most, just enough time for him to finish recording one episode of "Xiao Xian's Appointment".

Moreover, recording a program can be paused to adjust one's state, but when you go to solicit sponsorships, you can't go to the toilet every ten minutes or so, right?

Throughout the process, Nanfeng had been observing Xiaoxian: "Overall, you are indeed quite capable as a host."

"At least we don't need to start training from basic posture like standing tall with chest out, stomach in, and head up."

Nanfeng pointed out incisively: "Teacher Zeng, these so-called temperament, speech, and demeanor are not essentially about how straight your back is or how proper and dignified your standing and sitting posture is."

"It's actually a skill to please others. It's about making others feel comfortable when they see you or hear your voice."

"In that case, the requirements for temperament and speech will certainly be different in different occasions."

"Nobody wants to see a serious, rigid host at a relatively relaxed dinner party... unless they need something from you."

Nanfeng stretched, her figure resembling a willow tree slowly sprouting and stretching.

He stood up, not trying to puff out his chest and straighten his back like Zeng Xiaoxian, but this slightly lazy posture gave people a sense of peace and tranquility.

"The first thing you need to learn is to be like me..."

"Relax."

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