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Chapter 64: 64, I am not a maid

Chapter 64: 64, I am not a maid

Translator: 549690339

“All students who just sweated a lot, go to the shower room and take a cool bath, change into clean clothes, and we’ll head to Mingxiang Restaurant across from the school for dinner soon!”

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Han Yuanfeng didn’t continue chatting with Grade Two, Class Six’s homeroom teacher and turned to shout at the students in his class.

On hearing this, several students whose clothes were soaked with sweat, one after another took out the clothes they had prepared in advance and went to the shower room to bathe.

Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan didn’t go; both had hardly sweated and were very clean.

About ten minutes later.

All the students who went to the shower room to bathe had come out.

When Han Yuanfeng saw that everyone was ready, he told everyone to grab their things and set off for the meal.

Before leaving, he turned to look at the Grade Two, Class Six homeroom teacher with a smile and said:

“A Jie, after I’ve taken the students from my class for the meal, I’ll send you the bill on WeChat, and you’ll remember to pay up.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll honor the bet and I won’t stiff you on the bill.”

“Quick, everyone, say thank you to Brother Jie.”

“Thank you, Brother Jie!!!”

The students of Grade One, Class One called out laughing and jesting.

Mingxiang Restaurant.

First floor.

Han Yuanfeng had booked a large private room with three big tables, just enough to seat the whole class.

During the meal, everyone was recalling the showdowns at the gymnasium.

Talking about who in the class had performed well.

Talking about which opponents were particularly tough.

Among those, the most talked-about match was Lin Zichen’s fight against the fat dark-skinned kid.

With the previous scene of Lu Gang being instantly knocked out by the fat dark-skinned kid as a contrast, the moment Lin Zichen directly kicked the fat kid off the Martial Stage was very shocking.

Every time they remembered this match, the word “awesome” automatically sprang to mind.

Everyone but Lu Gang, that is; in his mind, the words that sprang up were “numb.”

One moment he was knocked out by the fat dark-skinned kid, and the next, Lin Zichen knocked out the fat kid.

This one-two punch effectively turned him into a backdrop.

It hurt, it hurt a lot!

Who understands the pain of accidentally becoming a backdrop and then being a hot topic of conversation!

Lu Gang was inwardly raging.

On the other side, Han Yuanfeng stood up from his seat and raised a glass of beer towards everyone in the private room, saying:

“Thanks to Zi Chen, we get to freeload this meal today, come on, everyone stand up and toast to Zi Chen!”

“Zi Chen is awesome!”

“Awesome!”

“Big brother Chen is mighty!”

The students each picked up their drinks and laughingly toasted Lin Zichen.

Those in the class who had been jealous and disliked him before were now all smiling, wanting to be on good terms with him.

The strength that Lin Zichen had displayed on the Martial Stage was too formidable, and he would surely become a high and mighty Genetic Integrator in the future, with immeasurable prospects.

Everyone realized this and wanted to establish a good relationship with him, thinking maybe in the future they could cling to the coattails of an old classmate.

After all, first-year high school students were usually 16 years old, almost adults.

Even if sometimes juvenile and childish, they could still see the basic relationships of interest and disadvantage quite clearly.

They weren’t foolish enough to shun a genius in favor of making an enemy.

“Big brother Chen, how do you usually train at home, do you have any secrets?”

“Speaking of which, big brother Chen, I don’t think we’ve added each other on WeChat yet, let’s do that.”

“Big brother Chen, I just posted the video of your fight with the fat senior on my Moments, and my sister saw it and said she’d like to meet you. She’s asking for your WeChat now, by the way. My sister is a student in the senior martial arts elite class at our school.”

After the toast, the conversation centered around Lin Zichen, as many turned to chat with him, complimenting him in every sentence, wanting to get closer to him.

Lin Zichen felt that everyone was overly enthusiastic, making him feel quite uncomfortable and a bit annoyed.

But considering it was a dinner party and everyone might only be this enthusiastic for a moment, he didn’t appear too aloof. Instead, he responded with a smile, albeit intermittently.

During this time, Shen Qinghan, sitting next to him, spoke very little, spending most of her time silently listening to everyone else’s conversations.

When his drink was finished, she would refill it for him.

When she saw that there were shrimps on the table, she peeled a few and placed them in his bowl.

She appeared both demure and domesticated, perfectly embodying the girl-next-door fantasy of many of the guys.

“Tsk, tsk, Qinghan, you’re just too domesticated. Whoever marries you in the future is truly blessed, to say that his ancestors’ graves would be smoking wouldn’t be an exaggeration,” someone teased after they saw Shen Qinghan peeling shrimps for Lin Zichen.

Li Chuxin heard this and immediately looked at Lin Zichen with a teasing smile, “Zi Chen, that’s a blessing of three lifetimes for you!”

Lin Zichen merely smiled without speaking a word.

Shen Qinghan’s face turned red instantly, embarrassed, she lowered her head and silently ate, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately, the topic quickly passed.

Those who were eating ate, those who were drinking drank, and those who were chatting chatted. No one continued to pay attention to Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

Half an hour passed, and everyone had their fill of food and drink.

But no one was in a hurry to leave.

Instead, they chatted away in the private room, the conversation lively and impassioned.

Shen Qinghan picked up an orange, intending to peel it for Lin Zichen to help relieve the greasiness after the meal.

Just as she was halfway through peeling it, a sudden urgency to urinate overcame her.

It came on very unexpectedly.

And with great urgency.

Why does my body have this defect? It’s really so annoying…

Shen Qinghan felt extremely troubled in her heart.

Then, she leaned close to Lin Zichen, whispering to him:

“Xiao Chen, I need to use the restroom.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Lin Zichen answered with a sound.

Shen Qinghan put down the orange in her hand, efficiently crossed her tight-knit legs, and quickly walked towards the restroom outside.

When she arrived at the restroom door, she overheard a conversation coming from inside.

The voices sounded very familiar.

They were two girls from her class talking.

“Did you see that just now? Shen Qinghan was refilling Lin Zichen’s drink and peeling shrimps for him. Really playing up the sycophant, acting like a maid, serving her master at every moment.”

“It’s not surprising. How else do you think she got into our top-class? Isn’t it by always sucking up to Lin Zichen, doing things to please him, and then relying on his connections to backdoor her way in?”

“I’m so envious. If only I had a genius childhood friend like Lin Zichen.”

“What’s there to envy? It’s just a student-time fling. Once Lin Zichen enters society and meets all kinds of outstanding girls, he definitely won’t pay attention to her anymore.”

“Indeed, with such a huge gap in their abilities, they’re bound to drift apart in the future.”

Outside the restroom, Shen Qinghan felt incredibly hurt by the conversation she overheard.

She really wanted to go in and say that she was Lin Zichen’s childhood friend, not his maid.

But her excessively timid nature made it impossible for her to do so.

Just as she was about to turn and leave for a restroom on another floor, the two girls came out.

Upon seeing her at the door, their expressions changed slightly and they felt awkward.

Then, as if they hadn’t seen her, they quickly walked past her.

“I’m not a maid, I’m a childhood friend…”

Shen Qinghan pursed her lips, her voice filled with meekness and sadness, and an increasingly heavy repression.

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