Xie Zhuzhou and Chu Yanzhang stayed in a suite, with their rooms on the east and west sides of the suite, separated by a very spacious living room.
Xie Zhuzhou glanced at the time and realized that half an hour had passed. He felt that Chu Yanzhang was taking too long to take a shower, acting like a little princess, so he couldn't help but urge him to hurry up.
As he passed by Chu Yanzhang's room, the door was open. He noticed that Chu Yanzhang was extremely tidy and even a bit obsessive-compulsive. The things he needed after taking out his luggage were arranged very neatly, as if every angle had been carefully designed.
Xie Zhuzhou: "..." It's a pity Chu Yanzhang was blind before.
He reached the bathroom door and called out, " Little Yan, hurry up!"
"You're here." Chu Yanzhang had just come out wearing a white bathrobe, holding a towel to dry his hair. His face showed surprise, his long, slightly upturned eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his amber eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making them difficult to see clearly, perhaps because he had just taken a shower.
Xie Zhuzhou's gaze was complicated. He then looked at the other person's barely open bathrobe and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you very thin? What's with your pectoral muscles? Why don't I have any?"
Faced with Xie Zhuzhou's questioning, Chu Yanzhang was stunned for a moment. He never expected Zhuzhou's next sentence to be like this. This was completely different from the strategy guide given online!
Wu Chang and netizens are so unreliable!
"I've always had it, and you never asked..." Chu Yanzhang's voice was somewhat aggrieved, and his expression was somewhat dejected as he turned around to dry his hair.
Xie Zhuzhou's gaze had already shifted from his fair chest, and he couldn't help but inwardly condemn the injustice of the world. It turned out that natural growth really didn't result in the development of pectoral or abdominal muscles.
He thought that by practicing his punches and Internal Energy every day, his muscles would grow on their own.
Xie Zhuzhou, who liked to reap without sowing, couldn't help but think that if the original owner had properly exercised, he wouldn't have come into this world and wouldn't have had to worry about gaining a little muscle.
He couldn't think about it. If that were the case, wouldn't he have to start queuing up to be reincarnated since he never came into this world? Forget it, he really didn't like queuing up with ghosts.
Xie Zhuzhou looked at Chu Yanzhang's figure in the bathroom. That guy perfectly embodied what it meant to be tall and have long legs, look slim in clothes, and have a great figure when undressed. Coupled with that divine face, Xie Zhuzhou felt that Chu Yanzhang was God's favorite. Although God had given him a tragic fate, he was almost perfect in terms of intelligence, looks, wealth, and character.
That's going too far!
Why does he get sleepy when he studies? What kind of willpower do those top students have to keep going? Don't they get sleepy when they read?
How on earth did they get into Tsinghua and Peking University?!
While Xie Zhuzhou was lost in thought for a moment, Chu Yanzhang had already dried his hair with a gust of wind. His hair was slightly curly, and with a little styling, it was styled perfectly.
Afterwards, Chu Yanzhang changed into another set of clothes, wearing a pair of brightly colored floral shorts and a floral shirt.
Chu Yanzhang thought that everything Zhuzhou liked was beautiful, so he didn't object at all. On the contrary, he was quite happy because, in effect, they were wearing matching outfits.
Xie Zhuzhou, Xie Zhuzhou had just started his vacation and was on a cruise, had no time to think about these complicated matters. In the evening, he enjoyed a seafood feast and finally made an appearance in front of everyone.
Xie Zhuzhou, unusually, didn't give everyone a sour look, and instead had a somewhat awkward smile on his lips.
The crowd present. "..."
Xie Zhuzhou really wanted to silence us! Look at him, he's not even pretending anymore, his smile is so eerie and dangerous, like we're lambs to the slaughter!
Xie Zhuzhou noticed that everyone was suddenly looking worried and assumed that the seafood wasn't fresh enough, even though it was freshly caught by the fishing team.
They were having such a good time this afternoon, but now they all look like they're drenched in sweat.
I don't understand, but I respect it.
Only Zhao Kunming felt that the world was a bit crazy. He felt that he and the assassins had been deceived, Xie Zhuzhou was not allergic to seafood at all.
The members of the assassin squad hiding in the shadows felt they had been tricked. They had clearly heard Chu Yanzhang say that Xie Zhuzhou was allergic to seafood!
This is a seafood allergy?! I should have poisoned the seafood! It's too late to say anything now!
Are Chu Yanzhang and Xie Zhuzhou telling the truth?!
Super-rich second-generation kids are different from ordinary rich kids. Xie Zhuzhou keeps a close watch on them, always forcing them to hide. The two teams that finally managed to get to the front line were caught in this ridiculous way.
Losing a proper fight is one thing, but to be knocked unconscious in such a ridiculous way is laughable. How will they ever face the world again?
Xie Zhuzhou raised his glass of red wine, took a sniff, and frowned slightly. He couldn't understand why so many people were drinking wine that smelled so bad.
Why do people like to endure hardship without experiencing it? Maybe they're not old enough, or maybe they're like wild boars who can't appreciate fine food.
It's not as good as milk, juice, or tea.
Making a bully drink milk and juice would damage his authority, but he couldn't just drink it like that. So, he suddenly "accidentally" flung the wine glass away, which hit the assassin's hiding place right on a heavy curtain in a cruise ship restaurant.
Xie Zhuzhou sensed someone was there, which conveniently gave him a reason and excuse not to drink. He suppressed his smile, his eyes turned cold, and his temper, which was about to erupt, was something the other guests present had already gotten used to.
Indeed, it would be strange if Xie Zhuzhou were to have a serious meal with them.
The cleaning staff came over and cleaned the place inside and out immediately. It was at this moment that the killer was exposed without warning. He was wearing clothes that were the same color as the wall and was pressed against the wall as if he were one with it. But as soon as you got a closer look, you would be discovered.
The assassin lived up to his name. He originally intended to have a fierce fight with Yang Da and then take the opportunity to escape. However, during the fight, he was caught off guard and Yang Da feinted a shot before using a dirty trick, pressing a stun gun against his neck and knocking him unconscious instantly.
Before the assassin fainted, he muttered resentfully, "You guys are so despicable..."
The crowd below couldn't help but watch the "live performance," feeling as if they had been kidnapped by Xie Zhuzhou, but they had no proof!
Seeing Xie Zhuzhou earnestly eating the seafood that Chu Yanzhang had peeled, the others relaxed their fear and slowly began to taste some as well. However, they dared not eat too much; who knew Xie Zhuzhou was lying to them again?
The late-night dinner party ended eerily under the cover of calm, Xie Zhuzhou admired the results of his efforts. Even the most unruly rich kids dared not speak out in his presence, while the more timid ones avoided him altogether.
Although games can't be with him forever, if those people can, then he'll stop playing games and just beat them instead.
In short, by changing the way people acted, he achieved his initial goal. Initially, he was socially anxious and didn't want to socialize, hoping that people would avoid him because he was someone they didn't want to mess with, and not bother, provoke, or provoke him, so that his surroundings would be quiet.
Excellent, this is the outstanding result of his hard work.
After all, who likes to have their meal disturbed, and who likes to have all sorts of bizarre things happen when they're having a good time?
Seeing everyone's reactions, he felt incredibly relieved and pleased. As long as the people in the old house didn't provoke him, they could live in peace.
But since we've already provoked them, shouldn't we at least give them a response?