The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 35: Luckily, I accompanied them during their visit. [Recommended to enjoy with music]

"Xiaoyou, is there something you want to tell me?"

Chu Jiuli stopped what she was doing and looked at Chu Youting, who was hugging her knees to the side.

After touching her own buttocks, Chu Youting sat there silently without saying a word.

Hearing her sister's words, Chu Youting raised her head slightly and hesitated before opening her mouth.

"Um……"

She responded softly, her lowered eyes revealing a hint of struggle. But finally, she mustered her courage and said, "Sister, I want to sign up for the New Year's Eve party."

"New Year's Eve party?"

Chu Jiuli was slightly taken aback, looking at her usually shy and reserved younger sister with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She asked, somewhat puzzled, "Xiaoyou, why do you suddenly want to attend the party?"

Chu Youting lowered her head and clenched her fingers tightly, her voice soft and sweet: "I...I want to try something different."

Chu Jiuli was silent for a moment: "Xiaoyou, the New Year's Eve party is a waste of time. I think so."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly noticed a dimness in Chu Youting's eyes.

Chu Jiuli paused, suddenly recalling what Zhang Muchen had said to her before leaving.

Work and rest.

"..."

Chu Jiuli remained silent for a moment, then her eyes flashed.

"Xiaoyou... You've been studying very hard lately, so relax a bit. Go on, go participate."

Chu Youting looked up at Chu Jiuli in disbelief: "Sister...you agreed?"

Chu Jiuli nodded gently, her gaze softening slightly, but then added, "However, you have to promise me one thing. You can't take off your glasses or let your hair down when you're performing on stage, understand?"

"Why."

Chu Jiuli smiled helplessly and gently flicked her forehead: "Silly girl, I was afraid that those boys would be captivated by you if they saw your true appearance."

Chu Youting paused for a moment, then muttered softly, "I'm not as pretty as my older sister."

……

Room 308, Sunshine Residential Complex.

When Zhang Muchen returned home and opened the door, the room was still empty.

My parents have been working night shifts all week, and it's become the norm for no one to be home.

As Zhang Muchen changed his shoes, he touched the light switch. The moment he pressed it, the light instantly filled the room.

"Holy crap? What is this thing?"

Zhang Muchen stared blankly at the floor-standing bronze-yellow antique mirror placed directly in front of him.

He steadied himself and leaned closer to examine the mirror. The head reflected in the mirror appeared unusually large, and the face was eerily long.

"What is this thing? A funhouse mirror?"

Zhang Muchen stared blankly at the mirror, her brows furrowed.

Suddenly, he noticed a sticky note next to the mirror.

"Son, this mirror has been blessed. Looking in it will improve your grades."

???

Zhang Muchen froze for a few seconds, then a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Damn it, which son of a bitch tricked my mom into buying this?"

Blessed? Who the hell blessed it?!

I'll crack your skull open for you.

He clenched his fist, almost throwing a punch. But in the end, he took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the impulse in his heart.

"Sigh, never mind... I'd probably feel bad if I smashed it to pieces."

Zhang Muchen glanced at the mirror, then turned and walked towards his room without looking any further.

Close the door.

He went straight to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and prepared to play a game of Hearthstone to relax.

Just as the game client opened, a system voice suddenly sounded in my mind:

[Mission Completed: Persuade Chu Youting to attend the New Year's Eve Gala]

[Rewards: Achieve your perfect voice at age 17; achieve perfect pitch at age 17; 2000 RMB]

Zhang Muchen paused, "Chu Youting succeeded?"

He snapped out of his daze, and before he could think about the reward, he suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.

He cleared his throat subconsciously.

Why does my vocal cord feel... a little different? He opened his mouth and tried singing a few lines a cappella, and his voice was much smoother than usual. Even his vibrato sounded as natural as if he had received professional training.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Muchen's eyes widened slightly, and he felt a surge of excitement.

He immediately grabbed the guitar from the bedside table and strummed the strings a few times to test the sound. Just as he was about to play a tune, he suddenly stopped.

"What should I sing..."

Zhang Muchen unconsciously recalled the bronze-yellow mirror he had just seen in the living room and the words "blessed" written on the sticky note.

Looking at the guitar in his hand, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Holy crap, Charlotte?
Zhang Muchen opened his browser and searched for the guitar tabs for Pu Shu's "Those Flowers".

After finding the sheet music, he gently plucked the strings. The familiar melody flowed from his fingertips, accompanied by his newfound voice, and the lyrics flowed out slowly:

That laughter reminded me of my flowers~

Zhang Muchen leaned back in his chair, slightly raised his head, and a hint of leisure appeared in his eyes.

His fingers moved skillfully across the strings, and the melody seemed to travel through the room and drift into the night sky.

[Quietly blooming for me in every corner of my life]

Tianyuan Residential Area, 1702.

Liu Wuyang held onto the door frame with one hand, and casually hung her bag on the hook in the entryway with the other.

She gently kicked off her high heels, revealing her slender ankles encased in black stockings, and stepped barefoot onto the warm wooden floor.

Liu Wuyang reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white shirt, slightly opening the collar to reveal a section of her delicate collarbone.

I once thought I would stay by her side forever.

With her movement, the white shirt slipped off her shoulder and fell silently to the ground.

The exposed black bra was particularly eye-catching.

Liu Wuyang raised her hand and gently tucked one side of her long hair behind her ear, revealing her beautifully shaped neck.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down gently, leaning lazily against the back. Then she casually draped her long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, over the coffee table.

Today we have departed into the vast sea of ​​people.

Shouhong Villa.

Wang Shishi, wearing a loose white nightgown, lay on the soft bed, her hands supporting her smooth chin, her eyes intently fixed on the iPad screen.

They must be getting old.

Where are they?

Fortunately, I was there to accompany them during their opening ceremony.

Warm light spilled into the spacious bedroom, and soft curtains created a sense of tranquility.

The iPad screen displays a novel titled "The Rogue and the School Beauty".

【La la la la~ la la la la~ la la la I miss her~】

Wang Shishi's legs swayed rhythmically with the ups and downs of the plot.

Her toes were slightly curled up, and her toenails, painted with red nail polish, gleamed slightly under the light.

【La la la la~ la la la la~ Is she still driving it~】

Fuxing Residential Area, Room 303.

Under the warm light, Chu Jiuli and Chu Youting sat side by side on the floor covered with pink yoga mats, doing physical exercises following a video on their phones.

They bent over and stretched forward, their long hair hanging down, their fair calves slightly straightened.

Suddenly, Chu Jiuli lost her balance and fell on top of Chu Youting.

【La la la la~ la la la la~ la la la go up ↑ ya~】

Chu Youting blushed and hurriedly reached out to support Chu Jiuli's shoulder.

Chu Jiuli knelt on her, her long hair falling down, covering most of her face, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

Chu Jiuli suddenly reached out and gently tickled Chu Youting's waist.

Chu Youting twisted her body, her voice filled with barely suppressed laughter.

Her small hands reflexively wrapped around Chu Jiuli's waist, and the two of them playfully fell onto the yoga mat.

They have been blown away by the wind, scattered to the ends of the earth.

……

As the song ended, Zhang Muchen gently plucked all the guitar strings.

The last soft strum echoed in the quiet room.

P.S.: This is my first attempt at this writing style, so please forgive any shortcomings.

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(End of this chapter)