I am a Big Villain

"Sissi, didn't you say before that your cousin's daughter wanted to find a piano tutor? What do you think of me?"

Chu Tianyin and the others were just ordinary college students, and they were very cautious when going to bars. Before they were drunk, they came out of the bar together, blew in the cold air outside for a while to sober up, and returned to school before the dormitory door was closed. .

Haida's dormitory conditions are considered top-notch in Haishi. Each female dormitory has its own bathroom. However, the supply of hot water stopped at the eleven o'clock curfew. Fortunately, they were prepared before going out today, and each had their own bathroom. I filled a few buckets of hot water with a hot water bottle in advance and reluctantly took a shower.

When Chu Tianyin came out of the bathroom, the drunkenness had completely passed. She couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when she remembered that she was so bold as to strike up a conversation with Yan Chu in the bar.

Ling Qian is Chu Tianyin's roommate, and her family's conditions are pretty good, at least on par with the Chu family. Chu Tianyin remembers that her cousin's husband is engaged in a consulting firm, and she has a daughter. This year When I was six years old, my previous piano teacher resigned because he was studying abroad, and now I am looking for a more reliable tutor.

The so-called consulting firm actually has something to do with private detectives, but the name sounds more formal. Chu Tianyin was worried that he didn't have such a relationship, so he thought that maybe he could use his tutor to get in touch with people who were engaged in this field. contacted.

"Um."

Ling Qian put on the facial mask, "By the way, Tianyin, I remember that you passed the ninth level of piano at the Central Conservatory of Music, right? What, are you interested in being my niece's tutor?"

The piano grading exams of the China Music Association and the Central Conservatory of Music are only the former’s highest level is ten, and the latter’s highest level is nine. Although both are tests conducted by society for “amateur” piano learners, including some reviews in recent years. The performance levels that have emerged in institutions are not considered professional exams, but being able to pass the highest level means that her piano skills are of a certain quality.

Ling Qian's niece is not very old, but she does not need to find a very good teacher for enlightenment. Besides, there are so many social perverts and pedophiles nowadays. When Ling Qian's cousin was looking for a tutor for her daughter, the first requirement was gender. It would be best if she is a woman, has a reliable character, and is an acquaintance.

Ling Qian had also considered Chu Tianyin before, but the other person's family conditions were good and it didn't look like he needed to be a tutor or work-study student, so she didn't mention it to Chu Tianyin.

"I want to exercise myself. Please ask your cousin for me. If it's not suitable, forget it."

"Okay, let me ask for you."

Ling Qian took off her mask and went through the tedious and complicated maintenance steps, finally remembering the matter.

*****

"I went out to play with Donghai again. I didn't like either of them. No matter how old I am, I still can't settle down, so that I can drink my wife's tea and hold my darling grandchildren."

Yan Chu originally lived in the old house of the Yan family. After Yan Chu and Jiang Donghai separated, they went straight home. Unexpectedly, the old man at home was still awake. After being caught, he started talking again.

As people get older, they get less sleep. In addition, Mrs. Yan has recently become obsessed with a bloody family ethics drama with more than 200 episodes. The drama starts at 11 o'clock every day. Mr. Yan's sleeping time and The old lady, on the other hand, went to bed early, but by two or three in the middle of the night she couldn't sleep anymore and had to wake up to watch some news.

Therefore, in the first half of the night, the old lady would watch TV in the living room, and in the second half of the night, the old man would also come to the living room, so that the two old people would not disturb each other's sleep.

The couple had a good relationship and didn't want to sleep in separate rooms. This was the best compromise they came up with.

No, Yan Chu was caught by the old lady who was still awake.

"I asked Mrs. Zhang to make a stomach-nourishing tonic soup for you and put it in the kitchen. You drank it quickly. Judging from how drunk you are, I don't know how much you drank. Didn't you listen to the experts? Drinking alcohol can poison the testicles, reduce androgen levels, and most importantly, it can also affect other aspects of function.”

The old lady moved her eyes away from the TV and stared at an unspeakable part of her son, with a worried look on her face.

Yan Chu subconsciously covered it with his briefcase. The old lady looked at her son's movements and curled her lips: "I didn't even look at you when I was naked. Now that you are over thirty, can I still look at you?"

"Anyway, let me drink less alcohol from now on, otherwise it will harm your sperm. If anything happens to my grandchildren, it will be all because of your unreliable father."

The old lady made the final decision, and Yan Chu couldn't laugh or cry about it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"By the way, Lingling said you fired her, why?" After the old lady taught her son a lesson, she started talking about serious matters.

"Has she complained to you?" Yan Chu rubbed his forehead: "Not only her, but all my secretarial assistants who were just paid and did nothing to do anything have resigned. I asked Sister Zhang to help me find a new group of people who can do things."

"All quit?"

As a shareholder of the Yan family, Mrs. Yan, even though she has not participated in the company's operations for a long time, still returns to the company occasionally during shareholders' meetings. In addition, she occasionally goes shopping near her son's company. When she gets tired of shopping, she goes to her son's place to sit. I was very impressed by my son's group of enchanting secretaries.

Since her son has reached the age of thirty-five, she has become less strict with her son in choosing a spouse. As long as she is a woman and can give her grandchildren, she doesn't care what she does.

Therefore, the old lady turned a blind eye to her son's choice of secretaries and assistants. Unexpectedly, her son actually fired them all.

In this way, Jiang Lingling is not the focus.

No, was it because they fired those people to get rid of Jiang Lingling? If you think about it carefully, this possibility is even greater.

The old lady frowned and felt her head hurt even more.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't care about you." The old lady didn't like girls like Jiang Lingling very much. She just treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Now that her son didn't like him, she didn't force him to call her again. return.

"By the way, Mom, have you found Congee's piano tutor?"

The porridge that Yan Chu mentioned was his cousin's daughter. Because his aunt passed away early and the cousin and his wife were busy at work, they were not at ease just looking for a nanny, so he asked the old lady to help take care of her.

It just so happened that the old lady was already very anxious to hold her grandson and granddaughter, and she was also very happy to take care of her niece and granddaughter. On weekdays, the little girl named Porridge lived in the Yan family, and she was very popular with the old lady Yan and his wife.

Even the original person liked the niece very much, so when Yan Chu suddenly asked her about her piano teacher, the old lady didn't doubt her.

"I haven't heard Zhizhi mention it yet. I've been looking for it for a long time. It should be soon. Okay, you have to go to work tomorrow. Drink the soup quickly and go upstairs to sleep."

The old lady watched the plot on TV and reached an exciting point. She urged her annoying son next to her. Her niece was five years younger than her son, but her daughter was already six years old. When she thought of this unsatisfactory son, she couldn't help but The wife was angry and didn't want to hurt her eyes by looking at him so tall.

Helpless, no matter how ugly you look, the only person in this world who will not dislike you is your mother. Similarly, no matter how good you look, the only person who can shield you from attacks on your appearance is your mother.

Yan Chu's all-conquering face could only be viewed with contempt in front of the old lady.

*****

[Magic Box] Stores any item in its own space, isolated from the current world, used once, 1500 points

[Return to my Piaopiaquan] Repair any facial trauma, available in any world, number of uses, ten times, 800 points

[Big Stomach Pill] Connect the stomach to the dimensional hole and have a gluttonous stomach. It can be used unlimited times in the current world, 800 points.

As usual, Yan Chu opened the system mall and checked the three products updated today. Surprisingly, the products updated this time are all that may be used. You know, he has been beautified for four or five consecutive years. Pills, body-beautifying pills, birth-birth pills, daughter-birth pills, and all the other messy pills that pretend to be miscarriage.

Without thinking, Yan Chu purchased all three items and put them in his backpack in the system space. After carefully checking the introduction of the magic box, Yan Chu suddenly had a strange idea.

"007."

He took the initiative to call the system.

"Host, you'd better pray that you have something important to call me this time?" 007, as a metal ball, has no expression, but from its voice, Yan Chu can completely hear the word "angry".

He didn't know what the other party was doing when he called him.

Yan Chu thought in his mind, and then asked a question he wanted to ask: "I have forgotten to ask before, since we can take away the knowledge we have learned in the current world, what about the items in the current world?"

"Unless it is a special triggering item, it cannot be taken away."

007 glanced at Yan Chu, "Don't be too happy. Generally speaking, trigger items are generated by system vulnerabilities and can be used without space restrictions, which is equivalent to a different item purchased from the system mall. High-end products that are limited to the world and have unlimited times are usually priced very high on the system shelves.”

007 looked at Yan Chu's expression and couldn't help but pour cold water on him: "Just because special trigger items are precious, they are also rare. You see, you have experienced more than a dozen worlds, and have you ever encountered one? A special trigger item?”

Not to mention that Yan Chu is gone, 007 has experienced so many hosts before and after, and only two people among all the hosts have obtained such a special trigger item.

"That is to say, if I encounter a special triggering item, the system will proactively prompt me?" Yan Chu hit the point.

"Yes, this type of item itself is a loophole in the system, and it is very unreasonable to exist in the current world. Therefore, as long as the system senses the existence of such items, it will alert the host."

007 thought about the time he had wasted and urged Yan Chu: "Besides this question, do you have anything else you want to ask?"

"there is none left."

Yan Chu actually still had a question, but seeing that 007 was in a hurry, he let it go.

After 007 disappeared, Yan Chu looked at the magic box and pondered for a moment, then opened his notebook and searched for natural disasters that had occurred in the past three months.

Perhaps, he might be able to gain something else in this world.

****

"ah--"

Chu Zhixin woke up from her dream. She didn't know what kind of nightmare she had had. She was covered in sweat and her pupils were dilated. After a long time, her vision began to focus.

She had the habit of sleeping with the bedside lamp on, so the room was not dark. She looked at the layout of the room, and stretched out her hands tremblingly in front of her eyes. They were fair and delicate, far from the chapped and rough ones that had experienced the apocalypse. They were clearly talented. Less than thirty, but like the hands of an old woman.

I don't know what I thought of, so I stumbled out of the bed, knelt down in front of the bedside table, opened the cabinet, and rummaged around frantically.

Until I saw a necklace with a piece of jasper on it, I cried with joy.

She is back, Chu Tianyin, everything she owes her and her mother owes her, please pay her back.

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