My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 464 - 321: Last Supper (Part 3)

Huang Tianxuan pondered for a moment and asserted, "Love is a form of bravery. I want to see how much I can give without asking for anything in return, to see how long I can persist without asking for results."

Zhao Qingge fell into thought after hearing this, picked up her phone, not sure what she was looking for. Then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes narrowed into slits from smiling. She said to Huang Tianxuan, "This line is from a book published seven years ago by Tao Lixia called ’Practicing Being Alone.’ He plagiarized it."

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Huang Tianxuan was stunned.

Zhao Qingge handed the phone over for her to take a look. Huang Tianxuan glanced at it, and indeed it was true.

’Practicing Being Alone’ was published seven years ago. At that time, Li Peifeng was only sixteen, still in high school, and wasn’t writing women’s fiction novels...

"But he made some slight changes. The original line was ’Love is a kind of probing,’ and he changed it to bravery. The rest basically stayed the same. I was wondering why it sounded so familiar!"

Huang Tianxuan was at a loss, feeling disillusioned: "Ah? Really?"

Zhao Qingge snorted, with a hint of mockery in her goodwill: "Tianxuan, I suggest you read more books to avoid being fooled by these intellectuals."

Li Peifeng, you bastard. Your character is poor, and your writing is even poorer. How could you plagiarize?! I tried to quote you to sound classy, but your mentor exposed it!

Huang Tianxuan’s face turned red with embarrassment, but she still defended, "This can’t be considered plagiarism, right? He wrote ’bravery,’ and the other author wrote ’probing.’ The meanings are completely different, and I think ’bravery’ is better."

"Hmm, if you say so."

Zhao Qingge didn’t mind, "The world of writing is full of plagiarism. Having one or two identical sentences indeed can’t be called plagiarism... But from this, it’s clear you don’t know him well, and neither do you."

Huang Tianxuan thought for a moment and smiled slightly, "Indeed, you’re his mentor, so you know him best. He learned everything from you after all. Is that why you like him? Not only teaching him academically but also personally?"

"..."

Zhao Qingge remained silent, and Huang Tianxuan continued energetically, "A talented and charismatic single female teacher of a certain age, with outstanding appearance, demeanor, wisdom, and character, selflessly devoting love to her students. Teaching them gently, respecting and understanding their independent wishes, passionately caring for them, imparting wisdom, passing on knowledge, and solving doubts. Inevitably, the student develops a hazy, mixed feeling of trust, admiration, attachment, and affection. Compared to inexperienced peers, mature older teachers have more tolerance and motherly traits, naturally becoming the dream lover of adolescent boys."

"And you yourself, facing a vibrant young boy’s affection, inevitably recall your own monotonous and dull youth. Even if you try to restrain yourself, you subconsciously develop different feelings for this boy, ten years younger than you. Beyond imparting knowledge, you instill your own ideals, hoping to gradually mold him into your ideal boyfriend. You want to defy societal norms to explore the forbidden, and breaking these taboos becomes your rebellion against the first thirty years of your uneventful and suppressed life, from which you’ll derive immense satisfaction and pleasure!"

"..."

Zhao Qingge’s face remained unchanged, and Huang Tianxuan summed up, "This can’t simply be regarded as a psychological perversion. It’s foreseeable that you must have gone through an intense mental conflict between reason and emotion, fantasy and reality, impulse and restraint. I suggest, Professor Qingge, that you get some psychological counseling. He Yimeng at your school is quite good. Although young, she is very skilled."

Zhao Qingge glanced at her, calmly said, "Take care of yourself first, put down your phone, and read a book to avoid getting tricked again."

The other party kept bringing this up, making Huang Tianxuan’s face somewhat awkward. She retorted, "You read a lot of books, yet you also got tricked by him."

"..."

Zhao Qingge’s expression darkened, and Huang Tianxuan, slightly smug, softly asked, "Are your panties dry yet?"

"I don’t understand what you’re saying!"

This sentence successfully broke her composure, reminding Zhao Duoduo of last night’s unsavory dream, leaving her uncharacteristically flustered.

Huang Tianxuan chuckled silently, stopped walking, and looked towards the gray, rolling clouds over the sea, pondering, "Is it going to snow?"

Snow didn’t come, but the wind did.

With a creak, a car stopped on the road beside them. Li Peifeng stepped out, holding two cups of milk tea. Huang Tianxuan was a little surprised, "How did you find us?"

Li Peifeng chuckled, "Telepathic connection!"

Zhao Qingge watched the car drive away, frowned and asked, "Did Wu Wenyue send you here?"

"Yes, the meeting ended. What were you guys talking about?"

Huang Tianxuan smiled faintly, "We were discussing when you two would get married."

"Warm, half sugar."

Li Peifeng handed over a cup of milk tea, smiling, "Drink up, clear the water in your brain."

Then he passed another cup to Zhao Qingge, "Without pearls."

Zhao Qingge and Huang Tianxuan said nothing, each took one. The latter might have been genuinely thirsty, quickly poking the straw in and taking a sip, while the former merely held the cup, looking at Li Peifeng, lightly asked, "How do I drink it?"

"peng~"

Li Peifeng swiftly tore open the straw wrapper, helping her insert it in.

Huang Tianxuan laughed silently at this, only saying three words, "Drama department!"

Zhao Qingge ignored her, drinking the milk tea and continuing walking forward, offhandedly saying, "I have to return to Beijing tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be back at work on the fourth. How’s your thinking going?"

Li Peifeng stepped to catch up and asked, "Aren’t you on winter break starting the sixth? You can still come back, right?"

"Can’t you do it sooner?" Zhao Qingge frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure, only to see Li Peifeng gently holding her hand, her frown then eased, but when she saw him holding Huang Tianxuan’s hand too, her brow furrowed completely again.

Li Peifeng, with a sincere face, said, "Let me think a bit more. On the seventh, I’ll definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Zhao Qingge said sternly, "I’m already not satisfied right now!"

Huang Tianxuan sighed, looked at her left hand being held, and raised the cup of milk tea high with her right hand, "I second that!"

Li Peifeng turned a blind eye, holding one in each hand, unwilling to let go, and pouted, "On that side of the reef, there’s a pavilion with a sea view. Come with me."

"Let go!"

The two girls tried to free themselves from Li Peifeng’s grasp, and he was a bit reluctant, "It’s almost the seventh. After the seventh, I’ll definitely... Even death row inmates have a last meal before they die. Can you let me be a death row inmate just this once?"

...

January 2, 2122, afternoon, sunny turning cloudy.

Li Peifeng, against the bitter sea wind, briefly held the hands of both Zhao Qingge and Huang Tianxuan, and together they walked eight hundred meters.

These eight hundred meters, unknown in the realm of worldly experience.

On the eve where perhaps some would continue together, and others would part ways.