I have a lot of dating skills.

Coming to his senses, seeing that a disaster was about to occur, Xin Yu rushed over without thinking and grabbed with both hands.

Zhao Weijing froze, turned around and glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed: "Really, you want to do it yourself, huh? Fine, I owe you, consider it compensation."

After saying that, he angrily let go, looking resigned, and rested his chin on the chair back with both hands, his ears as red as if dripping blood.

As his fingertips touched her trembling body through her clothes, Xin Yu froze, motionless, feeling only a dry, hoarse throat and a surge of demonic thoughts within him.

After a while, he bit his tongue to clear his mind, then let go of his hand, stepped back, turned around, and breathed heavily.

Zhao Weijing closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. But after waiting for a while without any movement, she opened her eyes in confusion and turned to see Xin Yu standing there with his back to her. She asked curiously:

"what happened?"

Xin Yu took a deep breath, without turning around, and said helplessly, "You really misunderstood. I accidentally knocked your clothes off. I really have no interest in that."

Zhao Weijing was first surprised and covered her mouth. Then, as if she had thought of something, she stared at his back with her eyes blinking, as if she could see through his heart.

A sly smile played on Zhao Weijing's lips as she chuckled and said, "Is that so? But you just touched me, and your hand didn't want to leave, did it?"

“That’s just…” Xin Yu stammered, unable to speak for a long time. He stood there, stunned. Yes, no matter what, he was moved. Saying too much would just be hypocrisy, to cover up his sordid thoughts.

A hot body pressed against him from behind. The girl hugged Xin Yu from behind, pressed her face against his back, and asked somewhat shyly, "What are you thinking about?"

Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, and said, "I was thinking that I was actually very despicable. My self-righteous rationality was actually allowing everything to happen. We shouldn't have become like this."

If he had been resolute from the beginning, would he have ended up like this with Zhao Weijing? If he had been clear-headed enough from the start, would the girl have humbly called him "master"?

The fantasies in my subconscious make me carefully maintain this dream, even though I know the dream may end at any time, but I always enjoy the process.

The girl was surprised, then smiled and said, "But I like it the way it is. If that's what you think, then I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Xin Yu smiled bitterly. Giving her a chance was also giving himself a chance. He knew that Zhao Weijing might only be interested for a moment and could leave at any time, but he still couldn't help but get more and more involved. What would happen to him if he continued like this?

Xin Yu sighed inwardly and asked, "Wei Jing, how long do you plan to stop playing this game?"

"A game?" Zhao Weijing murmured to herself, then fell silent. Xin Yu could only feel her burning hot body hugging him from behind, trembling slightly.

After a long pause, the girl spoke, her tone resolute.

“I understand, Xin Yu, but for me, this isn’t a game!”

Xin Yu was stunned for a moment. It wasn't a game, which meant it was serious. But when he thought about all the little things they had shared, he felt it was absurd.

"Can you feel it? My heartbeat."

The girl suddenly said this and pressed her body even closer.

Xin Yu immediately noticed the area where her chest was pressed tightly against his. In that amazingly soft and hot spot, there was the sound of her heart pounding like a deer, with a hint of unease, yet also surging with passion and fiery enthusiasm.

"I've always been puzzled as to why it was you. Sometimes I feel like I might have a mental illness, that all my senses are wrong, but the only thing that can't be faked is a heartbeat. Whenever I think about this, my mind calms down."

The girl smiled and said, "Xin Yu, listen to this. This is a heartbeat that beats for you. It has never happened before in my life, and it probably never will happen for anyone else in the future. Do you believe this reason?"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Not Yet Lovers

Do you believe that reason?

These words echoed in his ears, causing Xin Yu to catch his breath, and a strange feeling began to grow in his heart.

Did I believe it?

He then asked himself the question, and then fell silent, unable to give a definite answer, nor able to make the decision to cut everything off.

The girl was outstanding enough. Although she had some minor flaws, she was proud but took the initiative to lower her stance and pursue Xin Yu. She never showed contempt in their interactions and never lost her temper for no reason.

This girl was just as appealing as Xin Yu's ideal girlfriend. These reasons were enough to make Xin Yu develop feelings for her, but due to his lack of confidence in himself and the future, he hesitated.

Xin Yu's silence made Zhao Wei's heart skip a beat, and the smile on her face slowly froze. She bit her lower lip, wanting to say something more, but felt powerless.

No matter how much your heart flutters with romantic feelings, if you can't trust someone, it's just a simple heartbeat.

For the first time in her life, the girl experienced discouragement and frustration.

Slowly releasing her grip on him, Zhao Weijing looked at him with a forced smile: "I'm the one who's being so strange, suddenly clinging to you like this. You must be annoyed by me, such a crazy person."

She paused after speaking, staring at him, but he still didn't react. Zhao Weijing could only lower her head, feeling very frustrated. She had understood a principle for a long time: some things cannot be obtained just by trying. Perhaps she was too naive from the beginning.

Honestly, why did it take me so long to realize such a simple truth?

She wiped her eyes, but no tears came; this was her last act of defiance.

But why do I still feel like crying?

"I'm going back now, Xin Yu."

After Zhao Weijing finished speaking in a panic, she quickly walked past Xin Yu and tried to leave. Xin Yu noticed that something was wrong with her, so he reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Is there anything else?"

Zhao Weijing said somewhat unhappily, and tried to shake off the hand but failed.

Xin Yu exerted a little force and turned her around to face him.

She looked somewhat flustered, glancing at him quickly before turning her face away, her cheeks puffed out, but a few glistening tears could still be seen clinging to her eyelashes.

Xin Yu reached out and wiped away her tears that were about to spill: "Don't cry."

Zhao Wei was furious. She glared at him and said, "It's all because of you."

She stubbornly insisted, "I had a fight with my family and cried because I was so upset."

Xin Yu sighed and said, "I've been thinking that it's too early for us to be considering this issue now. After all, we haven't known each other for very long, and we don't really know each other well."

Zhao Wei looked at him, puzzled, not understanding his intention in saying these things.

Xin Yu continued, "What I mean is, we still need some time to settle things down. Whether it's becoming friends or anything else, it's not something that can be decided in just a few days. It requires a long process, do you understand?"

Zhao Weijing seemed to understand but not quite. In short, Xin Yu's general meaning was that their relationship should remain unchanged. Once she clearly realized this, her previous desperate mood suddenly calmed down, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Weijing was a little embarrassed, but still said solemnly, "I understand what you mean, time, right? Then we need to spend more time together. I will make you believe in my sincerity and I will also make you like me."

She was beautiful in her confidence, but Xin Yu found her boldness in love and hate even more attractive. She wasn't a simp, although she was a little bit, but if Xin Yu didn't have so many concerns, Zhao Weijing wouldn't have needed to act this way, and they would have naturally come together.

"How do you feel about me now?" the girl asked him curiously.

Xin Yu thought for a moment and replied, "I don't dislike you, I like you."

Who doesn't like a pretty girl? Especially since this pretty girl is also petite, she's willing to lower herself to get close to you. Xin Yu simply can't bring herself to dislike her.

Zhao Weijing's expression turned somewhat unnatural after hearing this, and her ears turned red.

Xin Yu was immediately puzzled. He was very generous when he confessed to others, but he felt shy when he was confessed to. It was unexpectedly cute.

Their hands were still clasped together. Xin Yu pulled the girl into his arms with a little force, and the girl did not resist, embracing him in return.

This hug represents their current relationship—more than friends, but not quite lovers. It's also Xin Yu's way of comforting Zhao Weijing, knowing she likes it this way.

Zhao Weijing's heart was racing, her face was flushed, and she leaned weakly into Xin Yu's arms, deeply intoxicated by his scent. The last trace of dissatisfaction dissipated with her.

After resolving their misunderstandings, the two embraced for a while, but various distracting thoughts resurfaced. Holding the girl, Xin Yu felt a surge of heat within him, and he quickly released her, stepping back, and said:

"Alright, it's getting late. Go sleep in the next room."

"Hmm." Zhao Weijing was still a little dizzy. After calming down, she clenched her fist, suddenly leaned forward and kissed Xin Yu on the cheek, then turned and ran away with a smile.

Xin Yu touched the spot where she had kissed him and smiled helplessly.

Lying in bed, Xin Yu stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering where time would lead them. The unknown was truly melancholic.

That night, Xin Yu had a dream in which he and Zhao Weijing finally fell in love. After going through a difficult period, they overcame all obstacles, got married, and lived happily ever after.

One day, a taciturn maid suddenly burst into the house, held a knife to Xin Yu's neck, and asked him why he had abandoned her. Xin Yu couldn't answer and was eventually stabbed to death.

Startled awake from his dream, Xin Yu sat up, panting heavily. Only then did he remember Huo Yingxi, the troublesome master-servant relationship and her troubling enslavement tendencies. It was a tricky matter.

Xin Yu considered it for a moment and felt that Huo Yingxi and Zhao Weijing were different. Zhao Weijing had clearly said that she was infatuated with him. At first it was physical, and now it might also be psychological. This could be understood as her wanting to develop a romantic relationship with him.

Huo Yingxi, on the other hand, is an eccentric girl with an incomprehensible hobby—finding a master.

Serving her master makes her happy, and receiving his rewards excites her even more. She's sickly yet beautiful. Right now, her master is Xin Yu, but who can guarantee that things won't change in the future? A simple-minded person like her probably won't limit herself to a particular partner, and one day she might go looking for someone else.

Although he felt a pity when he thought about it, Xin Yu never had any expectations of Huo Yingxi. He felt that Huo Yingxi's hobby was not the kind of girl who valued her own purity. Therefore, he had already drawn a line of caution in his mind and did not allow himself to develop any feelings for her.

With this in mind, Xin Yu felt relieved and decided to first find the mysterious doll girl lurking around Huo Yingxi before discussing the matter with her.

Chapter Twenty-Three: New Job Content

It was still a bit dark outside, but that was perfect for Xin Yu. Once it got a little brighter, students and office workers would probably be up by then.

I went next door to knock on Zhao Weijing's door and wake her up. She seemed to like sleeping in, and mumbled that she wanted to sleep a little longer.

Xin Yu didn't want to wait for her, so when he saw that the door was unlocked, he gritted his teeth and went inside.

After waking Zhao Weijing, Xin Yu quickly came out, his heart pounding. The scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind, and he was feeling quite distracted.

Shaking his head, he quickly tried to stop thinking about those things. After Zhao Weijing came out, they quickly washed up and left the house like thieves, going downstairs one after the other.

After that, they went their separate ways. When they met at school, they acted as if they didn't know each other, exchanging glances as if there was a tacit understanding between them.

During morning reading, Xin Yu's phone vibrated in his pocket. He secretly took it out and saw that it was a transfer notification for a total of 300 yuan, along with a message from a fan of "The Voice of China".

"You did a good job this time. From now on, I'll give you three hundred for every dubbing job like this one."

Xin Yu clicked to accept the payment. It would be foolish not to accept money when he had put in the effort.

However, Xin Yu felt that earning 300 yuan just by talking was quite a good deal. For him, dubbing was just sending voice messages, and the quality was not high. It was incomparable to that of professionals. If he could do one every day, wouldn't he earn more than 10,000 yuan a month?

Earning over 10,000 yuan a month while still in high school is incredibly inspiring.

Finding himself somewhat tempted, Xin Yu quickly dismissed the thought. How could he abandon his dignity for money? His goal was to uncover the true identity of the "Voice of China" fan and make her beg for mercy.

"You're practically one of my employees now, so I've prepared some small gifts for you. Remember to pick up your package at noon."

The "Voice of China" fan then sent another message, accompanied by a panda capitalist emoji with the caption: "Are you there? Let's see the remaining value."

For some reason, Xin Yu had a bad feeling.

At noon, he received a text message from the courier, informing him that his package had arrived and he should go pick it up.

Xin Yu then went to the express delivery station outside the school, gave his name, and received a box that was not very light.

He thought for a moment, then carried the box back to school. Everyone was resting at noon, so he found a shady spot to sit down and opened the package.

Inside was a high-end-looking microphone. Xin Yu's eyes immediately turned strange. This kind of microphone reminded him of some ASMR-related videos. Some of the female streamers in the videos used this kind of microphone. Would the voice enthusiasts really want him, a guy, to do this?