Pleated Mini Skirt

The next day, Qin Ze exercised as usual. With his personality, it was hard to imagine that he would get up at five o'clock every day to run and practice his inner strength under the half-lit sky. Perhaps it was because he had been ordinary for too many years, and had been a foil to his sister Qin Baobao for too many years, that he had accumulated too much gloom and unwillingness in his heart. Suddenly, one day, the salted fish saw the hope of turning over, and the chick encountered a ladder connecting the branches. The ambition in his heart was suddenly aroused.

He arrived home at seven thirty, bringing breakfast for Qin Baobao. His sister ate breakfast while playing with her phone, her slender, white fingers poking at the screen. Qin Ze ate a bun while scribbling on a piece of draft paper. Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was not awkward or dull at all. There was a kind of quiet peace that old married couples experience over the years.

"I won't take you to school today. I have to get to the company early." Qin Baobao finished breakfast, pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, "The company has hired a second-tier singer under its banner to train us. Guess who it is?"

"Not interested." Qin Ze wrote formulas on the paper, without even looking up.

Qin Baobao pouted and twisted her butt back to her room.

A moment later, Qin Baobao came out dressed. Today, she was not wearing an OL suit, but a Pleated Mini Skirt, a V-neck dark cyan knitted shirt, with a blue shirt inside, deerskin short boots, and two fair, long legs without stockings, and silver clover earrings hanging from her ears.

Qin Ze was immediately shocked with a feeling of "blinding my titanium alloy dog eyes."

He was a complete short skirt enthusiast, but not a black silk enthusiast. There were many girls with long legs, but if they didn't wear stockings, their leg shapes would be more or less flawed, or their skin would be flawed. In Qin Ze's twenty-two years of life, he couldn't be said to have seen countless beauties, but he would occasionally search for beautiful pictures online when he felt "heart surging". He had rarely seen a beauty whose leg shape could compare with Qin Baobao's. It seemed that only Qin Baobao had the confidence to wear a short skirt without stockings.

Her two legs were fair, slender, and well-proportioned, and looking at them made one want to touch them.

The corners of Qin Baobao's mouth turned up slightly. She walked to the table, turned around, and the Pleated Mini Skirt fluttered. She said triumphantly, "How is it?"

Qin Ze said lightly, "So-so."

"Wipe your saliva first, you pervert."

"Who are you calling a pervert?" Qin Ze was furious, and guiltily wiped the corner of his mouth.

Qin Baobao glared, bent down and brought her foxy face closer, humming, "Looking at your own sister's thighs with a lustful face, who's a pervert if you're not?"

"Qin Baobao, watch your tone." Qin Ze was exasperated.

"Just kidding, boring." Qin Baobao curled her lips, "I'm starting dance training today, is this outfit okay?"

Qin Ze went to lift her Pleated Mini Skirt without saying a word. Qin Baobao slapped his hand away and glared, "Hey, hey, what do you want to do?"

"It's easy to expose yourself when you dance in this kind of short skirt that's so short it reaches the root of your thighs."

"Nonsense, I'm wearing leggings."

Qin Ze said "Oh", got up to pack his materials, stuffed them into his bag, and went out with his sister into the elevator. He got off on the first floor, and Qin Baobao went to the underground parking garage to get her car. As soon as Qin Ze got out of the elevator, he suddenly turned his head and used his hand to block the slowly closing elevator door, "Have you been adjusting to the new company these days? Are there any rough guys or big-bellied uncles harassing you?"

Qin Baobao pinched her orchid fingers very cooperatively and blinked her eyes: "Your sister is so beautiful, there must be a vast number of rough guys who are thinking about her, but I don't pay attention to them."

Qin Ze chuckled: "Don't get drugged and taken to a hotel for a bang bang bang."

Qin Baobao kicked him: "Get out!"

Qin Ze dodged nimbly and ran out of the lobby in a puff of smoke. He always had a pessimistic attitude towards the entertainment industry, which was a mixed bag. Some things must be reminded to his troublemaking sister. Qin Baobao received it, and with her intelligence, she naturally knew how to deal with it. Words were not explained, this was the tacit understanding between the siblings.

There was a professional class at ten o'clock in the morning. Qin Ze arrived at school on time at eight thirty and entered Professor Li's "studio" familiarly.

Just as he reached the door, he heard Professor Li's loud scolding.

Qin Ze tiptoed in. The staff were all in place, and he was the last one.

On the podium, Professor Li was spraying saliva and scolding angrily. The poor guy being scolded was Yang Chen, who was responsible for leading him.

Heh, interesting!

Qin Ze gloated in his heart and sat down in his seat without showing any emotion.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't done any of the project. You're usually not like this. Now look, without your risk assessment forecast, the others' projects can't connect. How do I usually tell you? Be rigorous, be rigorous! Did you take my words as wind in your ears?"

"Now look, everyone's progress is slowed down because of you."

"Drinking? Don't you know drinking impairs work? Your work style isn't rigorous at all. How will you compete with others in society in the future? You drink when others offer? Can't you refuse? Do you even know what self-discipline is!"

Yang Chen drooped his head, letting Professor Li scold him.

Qin Ze listened for a while and roughly understood what was going on.

Yang Chen had dinner with friends last night, got drunk, and went home with a dizzy head. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down, forgetting to do the mission assigned yesterday.

Qin Ze knew about yesterday's mission, two short-term operation risk assessments. It wasn't too difficult, but the trouble was that there was too much information to find and reference, which was meticulous work. He had exchanged related knowledge in the Points store and spent two hours to complete it. According to Yang Chen's ability, it would probably take more than four hours.

Well, the whole morning was wasted, and today's progress would also be affected.

This mathematical modeling assignment had less than a week before it was due, and Professor Li and his student group were racing against time. It would be strange if he wasn't angry that Yang Chen made such a mistake.

Qin Ze looked around. The others were all looking at their noses, minding their own business, and no one said a good word for Yang Chen.

Unable to bear Professor Li's nagging, Yang Chen rolled his eyes and said with a bitter face, "Professor Li, it's my fault for not restraining myself. I admit my mistake and promise never to do it again. Actually, Xu Junlong and I had a division of labor yesterday, and his part of the work has been completed. Originally, there were three people in each group, so even if there was a small error on my side, it could be quickly compensated. But there are only two people in our group. Qin Ze just came and doesn't understand anything, so he can't help at all. I'm doing two people's work alone. You see, if there's a mistake on my side, the whole group's work will be wasted. Moreover, we are almost near the submission deadline."

He tried to shift the blame, not asking Qin Ze to take the blame, but at least let him share some of the hatred.

Professor Li stopped and glanced at Qin Ze, his brow furrowing slightly.

Qin Ze thought, Damn you, you melon.

Did I provoke you? You were saying bad things about me behind my back yesterday, trying to mess with me.

If I don't show my power, you think I'm Hello Kitty, huh?

He sorted out a stack of materials from his backpack, found the risk assessment he had done last night, including formulas, technical analysis, theoretical analysis, and related materials.

"Professor, I've done all the missions you assigned yesterday. Take a look."

The classroom suddenly became quiet. Unlike the originally quiet atmosphere, the former was a slightly suppressed quiet, and now everyone turned to look at Qin Ze, it was an astonished, shocked quiet.

After being surprised, Yang Chen sneered, "You just came yesterday, how can you understand the requirements and content? You just do it randomly without knowing anything, and you don't know what rigor is. How can Professor Li trust you with the mission like this?"

The others didn't speak, with expressions of watching the fun.

Professor Li took the materials Qin Ze handed over. Of course, he couldn't discourage his students. He glanced at them and said gently, "Qin Ze, your serious heart is worthy of praise, but you just came yesterday, you need to learn more and see more, instead of blindly impulsive... Huh?"

Professor Li stopped talking and looked at it carefully several times, and said in surprise: "Well done, very good. Qin Ze, it was right to recruit you here to help me."

Done well?

Yang Chen looked dumbfounded, poking his head to look at Qin Ze's risk assessment.

But Professor Li didn't let him see it, hummed, and put the materials into the file bag.

The several interns present were all in a daze and shocked, they were surprised, this kid is hiding something. Professor Li, who has always been stingy with praise, would actually say "It was right to recruit you here to help me", and his expression was smug.

Probably only Qin Ze understood the meaning of Professor Li's words. He was praising not himself, but Qin Ze's old man, the Finance University professor behind him. Professor Li must have misunderstood, and regarded this risk assessment as Qin Ze's old man's work.

It cost more than a thousand yuan to get a professor of the same level to help him, a blood profit, of course, he was smug.

Qin Ze got the admiring eyes of everyone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, without even looking at Yang Chen's ugly face, he calmly sat back in his seat.

There's a saying: The most deadly kind of showing off is the invisible kind.

You little rascal, trying to fight me!

I'm a hero who has been matching wits and courage with Qin Baobao for twenty years, proficient in various domestic strife skills and secret room assassination techniques.