Chapter 126 Taking the Initiative, Fantasy Clinic

He patted his own head,

and laughed in frustration:

"Right, it was her!"

"I drank a bit much that night,"

"everything was a mess, and it happened in the bar's bathroom..."

"Later, just to spite Wang Hao, I ended up paying for everyone's tab,"

"and in the excitement, I completely forgot about the draw!"

"Good thing the system reminded me,"

"otherwise, wouldn't I have missed out on this for nothing?"

Lin Chen grinned,

hurriedly tapping the Blind Box icon on the panel,

his heart full of anticipation.

"A guaranteed reward,"

"I can't miss it,"

"maybe I'll get something good!"

The Blind Box slowly opened,

a faint light flashed,

and a line of text instantly popped up.

[7 uses of 30-second Time Prediction. Can only be used once per day. Must be used within 7 days.]

Lin Chen stared at that line of text,

stunned for a full three seconds,

then jumped up from the bed in excitement,

his voice rising an octave:

"Holy crap!"

"Isn't this skill a bit too badass?"

"I can predict thirty seconds?!"

He read it carefully again,

his tone carrying a bit of regret,

but mostly excitement:

"The duration is just a bit short, only 7 days... but!"

His eyes darted around,

suddenly realizing something, he slapped his thigh and laughed,

"Doesn't this perfectly coincide with the National Day holiday?"

"This is practically a holiday bonus from the heavens!"

Lin Chen rubbed his hands together,

getting more excited the more he thought about it, calculating in his mind:

"If I use this skill well during National Day,"

"whether it's picking up girls or doing something else,"

"there might be a massive surprise!"

"Since this beauty doctor was so helpful,"

"and she looks quite good,"

"then I should send her a little gift."

Lin Chen twirled his phone with his fingertips,

a hint of mischievous calculation hidden in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment,

he unlocked the screen,

and opened the chat box with Zhao Mengyao.

The two hadn't been in contact since that night at the bar,

the chat history ending with a vague "Thanks" he had sent that night.

He tapped the screen with his fingertip,

and sent just three words:

"Where are you?"

Nothing complex, nothing too enthusiastic,

just a light, casual sentence.

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, a smile hooking the corner of his mouth.

He knew perfectly well in his heart,

that woman, Zhao Mengyao,

had been so proactive that night.

Afterward, he had left her hanging for four or five days.

She was definitely bottling up some frustration.

Sending a message now,

wouldn't make him look desperate,

but it would still reel her in.

Tossing the phone aside, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table,

leisurely cracking them,

as he calculated:

This woman has a thin skin and a Yujie vibe.

She certainly wouldn't lower herself to contact him first,

but if he proactively offered a way out,

she would definitely take it.

But then again,

her figure that night was truly top-tier, with legs that were long and straight,

and while her 36C chest wasn't exceptionally large,

the shape was truly exquisite, perfect rounded hemispheres.

They were very firm, unlike those E or F cups,

which would sag with the slightest movement and lack that perkiness.

It was a pity the bar bathroom environment was limiting, so many moves couldn't be performed.

If it were in a hotel room,

he could have easily shown her his full repertoire of skills.

About fifteen minutes later, the phone vibrated,

Lin Chen immediately grabbed it to look,

and sure enough, it was Zhao Mengyao's reply,

three messages in a row,

her tone carrying obvious little emotions:

"I'm seeing patients today, at the hospital."

"Why?"

"Miss me?"

Followed immediately by another one,

with a hint of reproach and grievance:

"After so many days, you finally sobered up and remembered me!"

Lin Chen looked at the screen,

unable to help a low chuckle, muttering to himself:

No kidding, it was her first time having a relationship with him,

and he had vanished without a trace immediately after,

without even a greeting. This scumbag image,

was practically maxed out.

He rubbed his chin,

experiencing a rare moment of "conscience":

Forget it, forget it, women have thin skins,

I should be a bit more considerate,

anyway, coaxing her with a few words isn't much trouble,

and once she's happy,

there will be more good things to follow.

Lin Chen had a philosophy.

As long as they weren't gold diggers or female scumbags,

a woman he had already 'scummed' should be scummed a few more times.

It would be best if he could 'scum' her long-term, anytime and anywhere.

His fingertips quickly tapped out a reply,

softening his tone,

and even intentionally acting a bit pitiful:

"Mm, I'm sorry."

"It's just that I was still a bit embarrassed,"

"you see, I'm only 19, just a Freshman."

"You have to understand your little brother being a bit overwhelmed by the favor!"

"Now haven't I figured it out and proactively come looking for you?"

{Pickup Secret: Picking up girls is all about coaxing. As long as your lies make her happy, anything goes. After all, sweet talk doesn't cost a thing.}

Before long, Zhao Mengyao's message arrived:

"Hmph, you certainly know how to use a tone that coaxes me now!"

"I thought you were the type to pull out the radish and leave the hole,"

"never to look back!"

Lin Chen looked at the phrase "pull out the radish and leave the hole,"

and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He muttered at the phone:

"This woman, she looks like such a Yujie, but why does she talk so crudely? It's actually quite interesting."

Her personality was completely different from Su Wan's maid style, Su Qingran's gentleness, Li Sisi's meticulousness, and He Yun's mature charm.

Then he thought of the sweet Twins, the gorgeous F-cup Chen Qian,

and the somewhat jealous Chu Feifei, the curious Wang Lin, and so on.

His heart felt a wave of satisfaction,

"There really are a lot of fish, and some I haven't even tasted yet."

"Hehe..."

With a flick of his finger, he sent a message:

"I'm coming to see you right now!"

Actually, when he sent this sentence,

a more exciting idea had already popped into his head.

If he could do it again in her hospital,

or in that consultation room of hers,

wouldn't that be incredibly thrilling?

Just thinking about it felt exhilarating,

Lin Chen's mouth curved, and he couldn't help but chuckle lowly:

"Hehe, this has potential."

His mind made up,

he opened Su Wan's WeChat,

his tone commanding yet casual:

"Wait for me at my School Gate in an hour,"

"I have some business to take care of, you'll drive me,"

"and after I'm done, take me to the airport."

The WeChat message had barely been sent,

when almost instantly,

Su Wan's reply popped up:

"Yes, Master!"

"I will be waiting for you at the School Gate on time in one hour."

Lin Chen glanced at it,

replied with an "Okay,"

put down his phone,

and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's so good, having a maid on call really saves a lot of worry,"

"it saves me the trouble of squeezing onto buses or calling a taxi."

He rested for nearly an hour,

until the appointed time with Su Wan.

He stood up, stretched,

walked to the dormitory door,

and waved to Zhang Peng, Wu Gang, and Li Lei, who were packing their things inside:

"I wish you all a pleasant trip!"

Pausing for a moment, he intentionally lowered his voice,

emphasized his words, and added with a mischievous grin:

"And I also wish your 'tips' a pleasant trip!"

As soon as those words came out, the dormitory instantly erupted,

Wu Gang was the first to laugh, slapping the table in amusement:

"Holy crap, Lin Chen, you brat, you're still so wicked!"

Li Lei and Zhang Peng also followed with knowing smirks, their eyes full of mutual understanding:

"Don't worry, it'll definitely be more pleasant than yours!"