What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

"Is it not to your taste?" Li Zhiqiu placed the steaming breakfast in front of her: "What do you want to eat? I'll ask the front desk to change it. I'll apply medicine to you later."

As he spoke, he smiled his signature gentle smile into the morning light.

Yazi's heart beat faster involuntarily, and her reason told her to leave this dangerous man as soon as possible.

But her body wanted to stay with him a little longer.

She suspected that her body had developed a strange dependence after experiencing last night's ordeal.

"No thanks." Yazi took the breakfast. The steaming rice porridge, paired with a few slices of finely chopped pickles, exuded an enticing aroma.

She put the plate beside the bed, picked up the bowl carefully, and started eating in small bites.

Seeing this, Li Zhiqiu didn't say anything, but just walked quietly behind Yazi with an ointment in his hand.

He applied it on Yazi's injured skin. The transparent stockings had been torn off last night, and the girl's delicate skin was covered with scars left last night.

Li Zhiqiu's hand applied the ointment and moved across his skin, then to the tattoo of his name on the inside.

The ointment felt cool to the touch, in stark contrast to Ako's warm skin.

Yazi couldn't help but shiver slightly, and the cold feeling gradually dissipated, replaced by a soothing feeling.

She felt her cheeks getting slightly hot, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart. Perhaps this man was actually not bad.

The moment she lowered her head, she felt a sudden sharp pain from behind, as if her skin was instantly cut by a sharp blade. She couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

The bowl in his hand slipped and the porridge spilled onto the bed sheet, forming a messy stain.

"Asshole!" Yazi held her body with both hands and tried to get up: "The wound hasn't healed yet!"

"Oh, mainly because this ointment is very smooth." Li Zhiqiu held her waist and said with a smile.

"You! Can't you just use the normal position?!" Beads of sweat appeared on Yazi's forehead. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to endure the piercing pain.

However, the pain was like a raging torrent, mercilessly eroding every nerve in her body.

She simply couldn't adapt.

"I heard that taking medicine is bad for your health." Li Zhiqiu's voice was gentle, and his tone contained a feeling of "I'm thinking about you."

"You..." Yazi gritted her teeth and endured it. She was held down from behind by him and couldn't move. She really wanted to slap him.

But what made her feel even more humiliated than the pain in her body was that amidst the pain, she also felt a different feeling that was hard to describe.

She suspected that something was really wrong with her body, and it scared her.

Ten minutes later, Li Zhiqiu came over with satisfaction, looked at the bowl she spilled on the bed, and helped her straighten it out: "What a waste."

Yazi gritted her teeth as she watched him adding ingredients to the rice porridge, her fists clenched.

For a moment just now, she actually thought that this man might be a good person.

No, I have to leave him.

Under Li Zhiqiu's gaze, Yazi picked up the rice porridge and clenched his fists.

Three days passed quickly.

For Yazi, these three days seemed like a world of change.

Young people have amazing physical recovery abilities. During this short period of time, the pain in Yazi's body seemed like torture, but he gradually adapted to Li Zhiqiu's presence.

According to Li Zhiqiu, this fully demonstrates the development potential of young people's bodies.

Yazi gritted her teeth and asked Li Zhiqiu to leave. According to the agreement, she helped Li Zhiqiu deal with Nitta Koji, and then the two went their separate ways.

As a result, she not only did not make a penny, but also lost all her savings of 60 yen.

And she didn't even see any trace of the 10 million yuan that Li Zhiqiu promised to give her.

"Why don't you stay with me until the end of the year? I can double the 10 million I promised you and give you 20 million." Li Zhiqiu lay in the bathtub, enjoying Yazi's service with a reluctant look on his face.

Yazi knew that she had put all her savings into it and her body had been exploited by him, but there was no benefit at all, and yet he continued to make promises.

She wasn't sure if she was doing it for the money, or to give herself a reason to stay with him, or both.

After she hesitated, she gritted her teeth and said, "This is the last time!"

"Of course." Li Zhiqiu smiled and pushed her head into the bathtub.

The campus was shrouded in a light morning mist in the early morning, and the sunlight cast mottled shadows through the treetops.

Yazi has long hair draped over her shoulders, and her soft hair flutters gently in the breeze.

The dignified school uniform that has been carefully taken care of, the black stockings and the shiny little leather shoes show a unique college style.

She walked quietly behind Li Zhiqiu, her steps light and graceful.

Li Zhiqiu walked in front with a smile on his face.

The students were originally gathered in twos and threes, some chatting, some rushing to the classroom.

When Li Zhiqiu and Yazi appeared, the atmosphere around them seemed to become solemn in an instant.

The three bad students in front were originally gathered together smoking, but when they saw Li Zhiqiu coming, they hurriedly threw away the cigarette butts in their hands, and hurriedly stood on both sides to make way.

They bent down deeply, the angle of their bow was almost ninety degrees, and they did not dare to raise their heads.

The students and teachers on duty lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. The students on both sides also subconsciously parted ways to make way for him.

The girls around saw this scene and started talking about it in low voices.

"Who is he? Those bad students are so afraid of him." a girl asked curiously.

"Don't you know? He is Li Zhiqiu from the second grade." Another girl replied, "You know Feng Jian, right? He is said to be a delinquent with jihadist connections. He offended Li Zhiqiu and is now lying in the hospital with both legs crippled."

Li Zhiqiu retracted his gaze: "If the gossip spreads further, I dare not imagine what will happen."

"What you did is even more exaggerated than what has been rumored." Yazi looked unfriendly. She held up the small bag with both hands to hold down her skirt, trying to cover her stockings and the hem of her skirt as much as possible.

The morning breeze blew gently, her legs were tightly pressed together, and there was nothing under her transparent black stockings.

When Li Zhiqiu was speaking, he suddenly saw Qianhe not far away. He immediately smiled brightly, walked over quickly, and said enthusiastically:

"Hi, Chizuru-sensei, good morning!"

Chapter 34

Am I the boss?

The morning breeze gently blew Chizuru's long hair. She stood under the cherry tree, her figure graceful and her teacher's uniform straight.

But dark circles appeared on her handsome cheeks, and it was obvious that she had not been sleeping well these days.

She looked at Li Zhiqiu with an extremely complicated expression.

"Ya Zi, go back to the classroom first." Li Zhiqiu realized that Qianhe was probably waiting for him here, so he waved his hand and asked Ya Zi to leave first.

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"Okay." Yazi glanced at Qianhe and left quickly.

There were only two people left looking at each other. Li Zhiqiu was there, and the students and teachers around them didn't dare to come up.

Chizuru took a deep breath and said slowly: "I want to know why Hino Satoshi committed suicide."

When Li Zhiqiu heard Qianhe's words, his eyes changed from casual to serious and he looked at Qianhe quietly.

His eyes lingered on Chizuru's face, finally settling on her eyes: "I don't know the specific reason why Hino Satoshi committed suicide."

"But I heard that he is a poor man. Hino Satoshi's sister graduated from high school and wanted to become a police officer. She needed money. Recently, he received donations from kind people through a crowdfunding platform."

Li Zhiqiu did not hide everything, and it was only a matter of time before these were found out.

After listening to this, Qianzuru's originally tense nerves visibly relaxed, as if the burden in her heart had been temporarily lifted.

Her eyes became complicated, mixed with all kinds of indescribable emotions: "It doesn't make sense that Nitta Koji has no bank deposits in his name. Tsuda Kenji will keep an eye on you, and I hope you don't commit a crime."

"Oh~?" Li Zhiqiu's voice was full of teasing: "Sister Qianhe doesn't want to send me in?"

He was the one who took away Koji Nitta's money.

But obviously, even though the money has disappeared, people will still be suspicious.

He will need to be more careful about gold coins and using money in the future.

Qianzuru shook her head: "If you commit a crime, I will find evidence against you and arrest you myself, but not because of personal grudges, just because I am a policeman."

After Qianhe finished speaking, she looked deeply at Li Zhiqiu, as if she wanted to get rid of some confusion or helplessness in her heart.

She then turned around and walked out of the school gate in her high heels.

Li Zhiqiu stood there and watched Chizuru leave. It seemed that Kenji Tsuda was jealous and wanted to get evidence of his crime, which made Chizuru unhappy.

Qianhe did not return to school. It seemed that she had completed her undercover mission in the past few days and was standing here waiting for him today.

The next time we meet, she will be acting as a real police officer.

Li Zhiqiu took a deep breath and temporarily put these complicated thoughts behind him.

He came to the classroom. When he pushed open the door, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Li Zhiqiu glanced around the classroom, then calmly walked to his seat and sat down, not caring about it all.

The atmosphere in the classroom was extremely depressing throughout the morning.

The teachers would occasionally steal glances at Li Zhiqiu while giving lectures, which was obviously related to the fact that Teacher Watanabe was still in the hospital.

The students remained silent, and the occasional whispers seemed cautious, for fear of breaking the quiet and almost suffocating atmosphere.

At the same time, Yazi also became the focus of everyone's attention.

She originally had the image of a bad hot girl, but now she has transformed into a beautiful school beauty with long straight black hair.

Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders, her eyes were clear and bright, exuding a temperament that was completely different from the past.

She has a youthful appearance, but wears transparent stockings which are rarely worn by female students. The combination of youth and astringency makes the change in image so exaggerated that it is difficult for people to adapt to it for a while.

The midday sun shines through the sparse clouds and onto the rooftop of the school.

The empty lunch boxes were placed on the cement floor nearby.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, occasionally mixed with the noise from the playground in the distance.

Yazi held tightly onto the wire fence on the rooftop with both hands; her knuckles turned white from the force.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, as if she was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

There was a bottle of lubricant on the floor.

Li Zhiqiu pressed on her back and whispered in her ear, "Strange, you shouldn't feel anything when you do this, Yazi, why are you reacting so strongly?"

"Damn... bastard! I didn't!" Yazi gritted her teeth. There was a small hole in her stockings, and she tried hard to make her expression look normal.

But the strange feelings told her.

It seemed like something was really wrong with her body.

"Are you sick? Why do you like the back?"

"Hehe, after all, I developed it myself, so I feel more accomplished." Li Zhiqiu let out a long sigh of satisfaction, raised his hand and slapped it hard.

Not long after, the sound of flowing water was heard on the rooftop.

Yazi squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.

Li Zhiqiu sat back on the ground, leaning against the wire fence, looking at the sky. The Huangmao Shenhao system could allow him to explode with gold coins.

But if the amount is too large and he cannot explain the origin of the money, it is equivalent to black money.

If you want to use it with confidence, you have to find a way to wash it out.

And with a five-fold explosion rate, the students around here only have a few dollars.

But with his status, he could never get in touch with truly rich people.

These problems all need to be resolved.

Li Zhiqiu glanced at Yazi and was about to take off her torn stockings: "Just wear this to class."

"You!" Yazi looked at him like he was looking at garbage, but still stopped.

The two returned to the classroom together.