79: Chapter 79 You are not just anyone, because you are not human.

The next day.

Guided by Little Jiang, Shen Weiyue walked through the inspection route for the leadership with his phone in hand, meticulously taking photos and videos.

Project Manager Zhang Yaoyang's office not only had internet access but also air conditioning, and Shen Weiyue felt incredibly comfortable staying there.

He brought his own computer over, pretending to communicate with a security expert friend, but in reality, he was handling personal business.

Shen Weiyue was well aware of the hidden dangers along the inspection route and at the specific points, but he couldn't provide feedback so quickly.

Waiting until the evening would better fit an expert's work rhythm.

On QQ, the high school class group chat was buzzing about how the first batch of undergraduate admissions would begin on July 13th, at which point admission results could be checked.

Counting the time, there were three days left.

The discussion in the group was very lively; Shen Weiyue remained a lurker, and Zhao Qingyan's avatar never lit up.

Ning Xi occasionally chimed in, but after being chased by a group of people calling her "Foster Mother," she logged off while grumbling.

Shen Weiyue couldn't help but chuckle. This girl had posted a few photos of herself wearing a pretty dress on her QQ Space, which someone anonymously screenshotted and sent to the group, leading the perverts to collectively tease her.

"Wow, Committee Member Ning, I never realized your legs were this long; they're almost catching up to School Beauty Zhao..."

"Nice, the school uniform did you a disservice. Is it too late for me to pursue you now?"

"What a huge loss. I spent three years of high school staring at Zhao Qingyan, and only now do I realize that Ning Xi was a good choice too. My youth has regrets."

"Choose my ass. You think she'd give you the time of day if you chose her? Who do you think you are, Cultural Reference?"

"Cultural Reference lacks the equipment, nothing to fear!"

"Speaking of Cultural Reference, why hasn't this guy been heard from? He hasn't spoken in the group for a month. Did he evaporate into thin air?"

The group was in an uproar, but Shen Weiyue just laughed it off. These idiots were useless for anything other than gossiping.

Pursue Ning Xi?

Sister Xi is soft on the outside but tough on the inside; she'd bash your dog heads in in a minute!

As for Zhao Qingyan, are those jade legs something you can even dream of? The principal would squeeze your fish roe out.

He went to Ning Xi's space to take a look, carefully appreciating those praised jade legs, and then couldn't help but nod in approval.

The idiots actually have decent taste; the leg shape is straight and slender, round and well-proportioned—truly top-tier.

Shen Weiyue couldn't help but think back to the time he saw Zhao Qingyan wearing a skirt on the pedestrian street, and the image of those cold, fair-skinned long legs surfaced in his mind. Comparing the two, Zhao the Fox still had the slight edge.

Nothing else to it, she's a head taller than Ning Xi.

For some reason, he thought of Liang Yuting again, picturing her jade feet pointed toward the ceiling, and felt a moment of daze.

The dance pavilions and singing stages, romance is always blown away by the wind and rain.

Those feelings are all in the past; as for the person before me, I should look to the present.

Shen Weiyue pulled his thoughts back to Shenzhen, back to the hot land of Longgang. The twins are also leg goddesses, after all.

At least Feng Jiayue is within reach, and he can handle her.

Shen Weiyue sent a QQ message to Feng Jiayue asking how the orders were yesterday. The reply came: "Sister went to take a shower. Yesterday, orders doubled again, and there are more people consulting."

"Why are you taking a shower in broad daylight?" Shen Weiyue's focus instantly shifted.

"It's too hot. Sister said she woke up from a nap and was soaked in sweat." Feng Jiaxin hurriedly explained.

"Oh, go take a photo; let me see if that's true."

"Ah?"

Feng Jiaxin was shocked, but just then, Shen Weiyue received a phone call, so she went to answer it.

After a while, when he returned to the computer, a faceless photo had actually been sent in the chat box.

"Damn, Jiaxin, you're for real?"

"I'm not Jiaxin, I'm Jiayue. Did you miss me, Brother Shen? Does it look good?"

"Hiss... Don't be like that, Jiayue, I'm not coming over today."

While saying this, Shen Weiyue suddenly remembered the photos in the group chat and said: "Looking at legs in the morning brings smooth sailing; send me a close-up of your legs!"

Little did he know that Feng Jiayue had gone to hang laundry again, and the person at the computer had become Feng Jiaxin.

"What are you dawdling for? Send it quickly!"

A few minutes later, a leg photo was sent over. Shen Weiyue subconsciously pulled up the photo of Ning Xi from the group chat to compare; they were evenly matched.

Now his impression of Ning Xi's legs had become concrete.

So they could reach the level of Feng Jiayue's.

"Jiayue, the sun is strong here. You should wear skirts less to avoid getting tanned, but don't wear tight clothes either; they're hot. In the future, you can wear loose pants more often; it protects you and is comfortable too."

"Mm."

One word was returned in the chat box.

Shen Weiyue smiled and clicked to download the photo, then the editor's avatar started flashing wildly.

"Pen Name, why haven't you updated today? You're about to be featured; you need to update consistently, at least five thousand words a day."

"I'm writing it, don't rush me."

"What? Writing it now? Where is your backlog?"

"Drank too much last night, currently writing with passion."

Editor Fanxing was stunned, then suddenly started typing furiously on the keyboard, shouting out loud: "Boss, I'm fucking begging you, please don't stop updating! This book of yours is aimed at becoming a boutique novel; get it published early and make money early."

Everyone in the editorial office looked over.

On his end, Shen Weiyue asked: "What are the requirements for a boutique novel?"

Editor Fanxing rubbed his temples; it seemed this Pen Name really was a newcomer: "Over three thousand average subscriptions; earning over ten thousand a month isn't a dream."

Shen Weiyue frowned: "Is it that low..."

"This is low? This is already the achievement of a master."

"Oh, I see, wait a moment."

Shen Weiyue lit a cigarette. How was this different from what he imagined? Didn't those masters in his previous life earn tens of thousands a month?

So the royalties in 2009 were this low.

But on second thought, at this time, houses in his hometown county were only around 1,500 yuan/㎡, and the provincial capital's average price was only 6,000/㎡. Earning ten thousand a month wasn't bad.

While he was passionately typing away, over at the sisters' place, Feng Jiayue had finished hanging the laundry and returned. She opened the chat box, saw a photo of legs, and asked in confusion: "Whose photo is this?"

Feng Jiaxin: "Sister, it's my photo."

Feng Jiayue: "Why did you send a photo of yourself?"

Feng Jiaxin: "Brother Shen asked me to."

Feng Jiayue: "He asked me to send it! You really are... you do whatever you're told. I really can't rest easy if you go home like this."

The older sister slapped her forehead. Her younger sister's personality was too obedient; she did whatever she was told. She really didn't dare to let her be alone.

Feng Jiayue patted her sister's head affectionately and told her to go wash the vegetables. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she typed into the chat box: "Brother Shen, are the legs pretty?"

"Pretty, a pair of fair and slender jade legs, worth carrying often; it perked me up and sparked inspiration."

"Those are Jiaxin's."

"..."

Shen Weiyue was silent for two seconds, then righteously reminded her: "Jiaxin's personality is too soft. You should let her settle down here more before letting her go back."

"That's what I think too," Feng Jiayue agreed deeply. "She doesn't know how to refuse others."

"Am I 'others'?"

"Of course you aren't. When you get lecherous, you aren't human."

"Heh, tomorrow I'll take you to eat malatang, the kind that costs six yuan a bowl. Prepare yourself mentally."

Actually using sarcasm on the gold-daddy?

Shen Weiyue gave a cold laugh. It was time to prepare the Seven Wolves belt.

If you don't beat them for a day, they'll tear down the roof tiles.

Women are just like that; if you get too close, they become insolent.