usenovelgroup Chapter 79: The First Succubus vs. The First Affectionate
Chapter 79: The First Succubus vs. The First Affectionate
Lü Zhizhe slept very poorly last night.
As soon as he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, all he could think about was Chen Che's voice, smile, and her shyly stroking his chest.
After making some inquiries, he obtained Chen Sui's basic information. When he came to Jinghu, he was filled with a mix of anticipation and fear.
What I'm looking forward to is having a perfect model, wearing a ridiculously expensive-looking camera around my neck, and then revealing my identity as a student council member. I'll say I'm going to do an exclusive interview with a female student, and that won't be a problem at all; it'll be the start of a love story.
What I fear is...
It seems like the guy from yesterday knows her.
What if that dead Nantong is also there?
As soon as Lü Zhizhe turned around, he saw Chen Che smiling at him. He then crossed his arms and backed away with a look of fear on his face, saying, "Classmate, don't come any closer. It's reasonable and necessary for people to maintain a certain social distance."
Chen Che gave Chen Sui a wink, and the latter tacitly ran off on her own. Only then did Chen Che calmly speak:
"Hey, why did you come over here and bother our class monitor? Weren't you thinking about social distancing just now? Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Lü Zhizhe scoffed, "How can that be the same?"
"The moment I saw her, I already knew the name of my child. I'm determined to marry your class monitor for the rest of my life. Social distancing is nothing."
Chen Che smiled and said, "Really?"
"Of course." Lü Zhizhe snorted coldly.
"Okay," Chen Che nodded, then continued, "What's the child's name?"
"Uh..." Lu Zhizhe was speechless for a moment.
"What the child's name is is none of your business. Brother, if you also want to be a knight in shining armor, I advise you to give up. Ask around at your school; I, Lü Zhi, don't have the reputation of being the most affectionate man in the engineering college for nothing."
Lu Zhizhe gently straightened his middle-parted bangs and said in a deliberately cool manner.
"Oh my, what a coincidence," Chen Che said with a wicked smile, fiddling with his hair. "Brother, you're definitely going to lose, lose big time. I, Chen Che, am known as the number one succubus in the engineering college. Interested in learning more?"
"Huh?" Lu Zhizhe was stunned. Although it was just bragging, he would never allow anyone in the engineering college to be as awesome as him.
So after thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'm still better. My 'First Affection' is definitely better than your 'First Succubus.' You're obviously a slut just by the name."
Chen Che smiled meaningfully: "Who said that? Brother, no matter how affectionate you are, you can only be affectionate towards women, but I'm different."
A true succubus can attract everyone around her, regardless of gender, through her personal charm.
As soon as Chen Che finished speaking, he reached out and touched Lü Zhizhe's chest, which startled Lü Zhizhe so much that he took a few steps back: "Hey, bro, just talk, don't touch me! I only like women. If you're gay, buy yourself a ticket to Chengdu."
"Who the hell is that?" Chen Che rolled his eyes. "I was looking at the camera on your chest. It's obviously a high-end one. Was it issued to you by the school?"
When the camera was mentioned, Lü Zhizhe immediately became interested: "Bullshit, would the school provide such expensive equipment to student council members? This is my own."
Chen Che looked at it carefully again and exclaimed in admiration, "Brother, a Sony camera! You're a rich guy, you're well-off."
"It's alright," Lü Zhizhe said modestly, waving his hand. After thinking about his father's Mercedes, his mother's BMW, and the large villa at home, he said calmly, "It's just enough to make ends meet."
Although he was a rich young master, he still understood the principle of not flaunting his wealth. He had no connection with the guy opposite him, so why should he reveal his true situation?
However, this guy seems to really know about cameras. Unlike the girls who come up to him with their cameras and ask him to take pictures, he can at least tell the brand of the camera.
"Dude, you know about cameras and photography?"
"I know a little bit," Chen Che replied.
Although he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about photography, he was familiar with Sony, a company whose heinous crimes had caused widespread public resentment.
Not to mention the world-famous painting of Trump's assassination captured by Sony's equipment, which fully proves the saying: if your photos aren't good enough, it's because you're not close enough.
"Oh? Then give me your opinion, what do you think of these photos I took?" Lu Zhizhe took the camera off his chest and handed it to Chen Che to show him the various photos he had taken.
Although the photos included maple leaves that herald autumn, monkeys and tigers in the zoo, and the vibrant sunset, it was clear that taking photos of his younger sisters was his primary interest.
Although Lü Zhizhe's photography skills are not particularly outstanding, they are certainly sufficient to a layman's eyes.
Whenever Chen Che says something like "It looks good," "It's alright," or "It's pretty," I take that opportunity to talk about composition, imagery, and other things to praise myself.
Chen Che glanced at it, pondered for a moment, and then said flatteringly, "Sharp blade, milk-melting, poisonous virtue university."
Lu Zhizhe was taken aback. What kind of word was this? He'd never heard of it before. So he asked, "What does it mean?"
"You don't understand?" Chen Che retorted.
Lu Zhizhe was speechless for a moment. It sounded like some kind of slang, but he was too embarrassed to admit that he didn't understand, so he pretended to say, "Of course I understand. I was just testing you. You seem to be pretending to be someone in our industry."
Chen Che smiled, not exposing him, and praised him with a thumbs up, saying, "The inside is as sharp as a knife, and the outside is as melted as butter."
"Exquisite! German flavor! Master! I've learned a lot!"
Upon hearing this, Lü Zhizhe realized he was being praised. Although he was secretly pleased, he still feigned modesty and gestured with his hand, saying, "It's...it's alright, not that amazing."
"I'm not just flattering you, it's all from the bottom of my heart," Chen Che said, his words flowing smoothly as he swiped to the photo that had left the deepest impression on him, and continued:
"Brother, you know what I mean. I love this girl's big, fleshy legs. It's a real shame she's not reincarnated into another dimension to become a female alchemist."
Lu Zhizhe's eyes lit up. It was like finding a kindred spirit in a beautiful landscape. Had Lu Boya finally met his Chen Ziqi?
He immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Brother, you understand?"
My friends and buddies don't understand the beauty of art; they just like that pale, thin, and chubby guy. Could it be that I've really met such a true brother who understands and appreciates art by sheer chance?
Chen Che nodded firmly: "Brother, all I can say is that those who don't understand muscular legs are like those who read classic literature without reading Dream of the Red Chamber, play games without paying attention to the plot, or engage in foreplay without proper preparation. They can only lead a relatively unsuccessful life. Let's start rejecting the pale, young, and skinny aesthetic, starting with ourselves."
"And..." Chen Che deliberately paused, as if he hadn't finished speaking.
"And what?" Lu Zhizhe asked instinctively.
"This little sister is still dark-skinned," Chen Che pointed out succinctly.
Yes! And all of them are correct! The dark-skinned hot girl is right! Lu Zhizhe was almost moved to tears.
At this moment, Lü Zhizhe had no doubts; this was his half-brother!
"Brother, you have good taste."
"I've taken so many photos and met so many photography enthusiasts, but only you and I are on the same wavelength."
Just as Lü Zhizhe was about to express his feelings further, Chen Che waved his hand and sighed, "It's a pity. Your photos are good, but they're still lacking something."
Lu Zhizhe was confused again. They were on the same wavelength just a moment ago, and now he was saying he couldn't do it anymore. So he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Chen Che glanced at him, then seemed to be rambling on about someone else: "I know a friend who's a bit like you. He comes from a fairly well-off family, and he's taken a lot of photos, some of which even won awards. But even so, he later told me that he still regrets not being able to take some of those photos. Guess what it is?"
Lu Zhizhe thought for a moment, then shook his head indifferently: "I don't know. What photos didn't get? Just go and take them. What's there to regret?"
Chen Che smiled and shook his head: "It's precisely because we can't film it anymore that we feel regret."
He said that not being able to take photos of his parents when they were young was a lifelong regret.