Cheng Che's first reaction upon hearing this was to refuse.
He knows perfectly well that Su Miaoyin likes him.
If I become his assistant, won't I have to manage him like a wife?
She had to keep track of what time he got up, what time he ate, where he went every day, and who he met.
Will he be the assistant or will Su Miaoyin be the assistant?
Moreover, he had feelings for Su Miaoyin.
Otherwise, I would have kept my distance from her long ago.
He's now realized he's a complete jerk, enjoying flirting and reveling in that ambiguous feeling.
Otherwise, why would he sit with Su Miaoyin?
He could have read by himself, but he insisted on having her stay next to him.
But Su Miaoyin really shouldn't be the assistant.
So he put down his pen and said very seriously:
"Why would you want to be my assistant? You have classes to attend. An assistant is there 24/7, going wherever I go. What if I take time off to go on a variety show, and you come with me? No way."
Upon hearing this, Su Miaoyin immediately pouted.
She seemed to have only heard the last two words.
Her lips were puffed out, her eyes behind her glasses drooped, and her fingers were gently picking at the coffee table; she looked extremely aggrieved.
But she also knew that it was just a passing fancy.
Cheng Che is right, she doesn't have time.
She still has classes to teach and a music club to manage.
She can't do the job of an assistant.
So she raised her head, withdrew her lips, and said:
"Fine, I won't do it!"
Then she added, "But when you're looking for an assistant, you should be more selective. Don't end up with a fan."
Cheng Che understood upon hearing this.
Hiring fans as assistants is not a safe practice.
If a fanatic, or even a more extreme sasaeng fan, infiltrates the group as an assistant, their schedule, address, and contact information will all be in their hands.
That wouldn't be an assistant anymore, it would be a personal surveillance device.
He nodded.
"I understand."
Su Miaoyin smiled as she looked at his earnest nodding.
Then her eyes darted around, and she suddenly stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and poured herself a glass of juice.
She walked back with the cup in her hand, stood in front of Cheng Che, and placed the cup in front of him.
Then she took a half step back, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed slightly, and said respectfully:
"Boss, your juice."
Cheng Che was amused by her appearance.
He leaned back on the sofa, watching Su Miaoyin's standard "secretary posture," and couldn't help but smile.
"Are you an assistant, a secretary, or a maid?"
Su Miaoyin blinked.
She pretended not to understand and tilted her head. "Whatever you want me to be, that's what I'll be. I'm the ever-changing little assistant."
Cheng Che coughed.
Why is this vixen being so proactive?
He waved his hand. "Go play, I still need to study."
Then he lowered his head and refocused his attention on the textbook.
But his fingers, which were holding the pen, brushed against the edge of the page, clearly indicating that he was no longer focused.
Su Miaoyin pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath.
"A guy who's all talk and no action."
Cheng Che stopped writing.
He looked up at Su Miaoyin.
Su Miaoyin had already lay down on the sofa, propping her chin up with one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other.
Her gaze drifted from the top of the screen, carrying a faint hint of disdain.
"Who said I didn't?" he said.
Upon hearing this, Su Miaoyin put down her phone, turned over, and lay on her back on the sofa.
She looked at the ceiling, her tone defiant. "Then come on then."
Cheng Che looked at her lying on the sofa.
One button on her knitted cardigan was undone, and the cuffs of her lounge pants were rolled up, revealing her slender, fair ankles.
Her hair was loose on the sofa armrest, her frameless glasses were slightly tilted, and her eyes behind the lenses were half-open, waiting to see him.
He stood up.
Su Miaoyin's eyes lit up.
Then he turned and walked towards the door.
I'm going to buy something.
Su Miaoyin watched his retreating figure, a smirk playing on her lips, and muttered, "Little pervert. Does he really think I can't see through him? He wants everything."
Su Miaoyin was right.
Cheng Che wanted it all.
Therefore, he wouldn't make a move on any woman.
Otherwise, if he gets involved and becomes a public figure, all his hard work could be ruined—wouldn't that be a huge loss?
You must be fully prepared.
But he is not the protagonist of the anti-astronomy entertainment article.
No matter how many concubines he had, the women all forgave him.
He found it very strange; even Incubus couldn't do it, so how did those mortals manage it?
He left the yard, put on a mask, and headed towards the farmers' market.
In late autumn in Capital City, it gets dark earlier than usual.
The streetlights weren't on yet, but it was already getting dark.
The leaves of the sycamore trees by the roadside have mostly turned yellow, and when the wind blows, they fall with a rustling sound.
He walked on the fallen leaves, making a very soft rustling sound under his feet.
The farmers' market isn't far, just a ten-minute walk.
He walked around inside and bought pork ribs, green vegetables, tofu, and a few tomatoes.
As he walked back carrying the bag, he was still thinking about his assistant.
If Su Miaoyin isn't suitable, then who is?
I need to find someone reliable, discreet, and with flexible hours.
Among the people he knows, it seems there isn't one who completely fits the description.
There's no rush. Let's ask Qin Lie again.
He walked to the gate of the courtyard and pushed it open.
A system notification suddenly sounded in my ear.
[ Charisma Trial Stage 5: Fame Throughout the World. Ultimate Goal: Win the favor of one million people. Completed!]