Welcome to the Misogyny Game

"I heard that an outstanding graduate will be giving a lecture here today," Wen Xia whispered to Liu Chaoque.

"Ah, when? Are we forced to go? Can I not go?" Upon hearing this, Liu Chaoque felt sleepy. Anyway, there was no point in talking about anything, so he might as well lie in bed and sleep.

Moreover, she always felt that this plot was somewhat similar to the plot she had experienced in the game.

God knows why, after she transmigrated, apart from the part where she woke up in the hospital, the rest of the plot was completely different from what she had copied. It was like being given a closed-book exam with a set scope, but not being able to memorize a single word – a truly despairing situation.

As a result, she has almost completely forgotten what the rest of the plot is like.

"Ah, you really don't want to go see him?" Wen Xia's eyes widened in disbelief. "I heard he's an incredibly handsome guy. Maybe I can get his contact information."

“Even if he’s handsome, he won’t have a chance.” Zhang Zhuyan rolled her eyes in disdain: “What a wishful thinking. Would someone be interested in a junior who’s younger than him? Guys as handsome as him have probably dated several girlfriends already. We’re too young and inexperienced; we don’t have any advantage.”

Liu Chaoque: Black guy with a question mark jpg, is it really okay for this lady to say this in public?

"Zhang! Zhu! Yan!" Wen Xia said angrily, "Who told you that handsome guys have many girlfriends? So according to you, those who are not good-looking have no right to pursue beauty? Then what kind of person would be a good match for you? Someone who is just average-looking, or someone who is extremely ugly?"

"You!" Zhang Zhuyan pointed at Wen Xia with a trembling hand. Wen Xia, unfazed, stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her fiercely. Liu Chaoque stammered, "Um..."

"Manman~" Wen Xia shook Liu Chaoque's shoulder, her expression changing in an instant: "You'll come with me to take a look, right?"

"Haha." Liu Chaoque glanced at Zhang Zhuyan, then at Wen Xia, and her lips twitched.

The ringing of the bell rescued Liu Chaoque from the awkward atmosphere. She took out her book and began to write furiously. Sure enough, three women make a drama.

At noon, Liu Chaoque found a small grove of trees and secretly let Mu Li out. She took out the canned tuna she had tricked from the cat food vendor and placed it next to Mu Li. She also got the same caviar from the caviar vendor and mixed it with the white rice that Xiaomi had kindly provided. She added an egg that was left over from breakfast, and this sumptuous seafood rice was ready. No, it wasn't.

Liu Chaoque took a cup of jujube-flavored yogurt and drank it while enjoying the breeze. He then used a small spoon to feed Mu Li, who didn't want to get her fur dirty. He couldn't help but wonder if Mu Li, this cat, would also lick her butt.

"You said it out loud..." The sudden human voice startled Liu Chaoque. When he came to his senses, he realized it was Mu Li's voice. Liu Chaoque made a shushing gesture, looked around, patted his chest as if in lingering fear, and whispered, "Don't you know where you are? Aren't you afraid someone will mistake you for a monster and arrest you?"

"If you get arrested, just say that your clan leader took you on a picnic." Mu Li didn't react much, but her voice was still a little softer, as if she was being advised.

Alright, collective punishment. Liu Chaoque remained silent.

"No," he answered the previous question. "I stopped licking butts ages ago."

"So he really did lick it before," Liu Chaoque concluded.

Mu Li was furious. The cat-like language sounded like it was cursing fiercely, but luckily Mu Li couldn't understand it.

"Ah, Zhao Fan, look, there's a cute little kitten!"

Both of them turned to look at the source of the sound. There was a man and a woman. The girl was wearing a JK uniform and was the cute type. The boy was a head taller than her and had his hands in his pockets. He was probably going for the cool type. Liu Chaoque glanced at them and lost interest. After all, it was a grove of trees. It was as normal as not winning the lottery if you ran into a couple.

"Can I pet it?" The girl walked up to the kitten, bent down, covered her chest and thighs with her hands, and gave it a soft pat, looking extremely cute.

But Mimi didn't appreciate it. She meowed as if to accuse Liu Chaoque, staring at him with an expression that said, "You're dead if you agree."

Liu Chaoque: You don't like it, so you want me to refuse? Fine, fine, you can't speak now, can you?

"I'm sorry, my cat is shy and doesn't like being touched by strangers. I'm sorry," Liu Chaoque responded quickly.

"Okay." The girl was only a little disappointed, but she turned her gaze to Liu Chaoque and smiled, "Your cat is so cute, and its fur is so soft. It looks like it's been taken very good care of. Can I ask you how it is? I want to raise a kitten after I graduate, but I'm afraid I'll kill it."

Liu Chaoque: Well, one is a master, and the other is a sugar daddy. I should ask them how they're raising me.

"Ahem, it's pretty much just regular deworming, three good meals a day, good hygiene, timely litter box cleaning, and if the cat is a bit mischievous, you can take them out for walks." Liu Chaoque offered his novice advice based on his years of experience watching videos.

The woman nodded, listening very attentively, but the more she listened, the less...

"Cats love to groom themselves, right? If they lick their fur too much, they might swallow it. That's when you should keep some cat grass at home, like wheatgrass. Cats love it, and it's cheap. Of course, some cats don't like pre-mixed treats, so you can make them steamed crabs, blue crabs, king crabs, or bread crabs to improve their diet. If your cat likes to sleep on the bed, but you don't like cuddling with it, then you'll need to tidy up the guest room so your cat can stay there. With its own bed, it won't take yours. Also, if your cat scratches at the door at night..."

"Wait, wait, is this how you usually take care of cats?" The woman was shocked. Eating king crab? Does she own several houses?

“Yes, isn’t that how everyone feels? Raising a cat is like raising a child. You can’t let your own child suffer. King crabs aren’t that expensive. You can buy one if you grit your teeth and eat it once or twice. Let them see more of the world so they won’t be lured away by some stray cat.” Liu Chaoque spoke earnestly, despite his young age.

"Nonsense." The woman's expression changed, and she looked quite unpleasant.

After the two strange couple left, Liu Chaoque dusted himself off and saw that Mu Li was still deep in thought, so he couldn't help but laugh: "Ha, you didn't really take it seriously, did you? Although it's true that you shouldn't let the child suffer, swimming crabs are more cost-effective. Instead of buying these that you can only eat the legs of, you might as well buy a few pounds of swimming crabs. Let's go, do you want someone to pet you, little kitty?"

Mu Li shook her head frantically, because there were many cats on campus, and since she didn't live on campus, no one said anything when she took her cat for a walk.

The two walked along, stopping frequently. Liu Chaoque held an umbrella, and Mu Li walked beside her. She would occasionally point out nearby buildings to the kitten, and the kitten would nod in agreement, creating a scene of serene beauty.

Chen Qingsong saw her as soon as he left the restaurant. The girl and the cat shared the coolness under the parasol, which softened the sun.

However, the sun was too hot, so the little girl only took a few steps before stepping on the shade of fallen leaves, following the marks of the roadside trees, and slowly walked away with the cat.

"Hey, Qingsong? Isn't this Qingsong? What brings you here?" The professor, with gray hair, rubbed his eyes, put his reading glasses back on, and made sure he hadn't mistaken the person for someone else.

Chen Qingsong turned his head in surprise, his eyes revealing delight, and his gaze softened: "Teacher Zhao."

"Hey, it's been years! How have you been?" Professor Zhao looked at him kindly, patted his shoulder, and said, "You've lost weight. Have you been neglecting your meals again?"

"No." Chen Qingsong: "If you hadn't found me back then, I probably would have died from stomach pain. How could I forget to eat? That feeling was just too unbearable."

“You young people, working day and night isn’t the way to go. Health is the foundation of everything. If you’re not healthy, all the money you earn will go to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Yes,” Chen Qingsong agreed with a smile.

"Wait, I heard this afternoon that a student representative from a previous year is coming to give a lecture to university students. Could it be you?" Professor Zhao said with a smile, "Not bad, Qingsong. I'm relieved to see such an excellent teacher as you."

"Teacher Zhao, are you free later? I'd like to invite you to dinner," Chen Qingsong said quickly.

"Why invite me to dinner? I prefer eating in the cafeteria," Teacher Zhao waved her hand in refusal.

"Then I'll treat you to a meal at the cafeteria. Order whatever you like; I have the money." Chen Qingsong felt that treating someone to a meal at the cafeteria wasn't quite formal enough, but if the teacher didn't like it, then the cafeteria would do.

"Alright, if I order too much, you can't force yourself to eat it," Professor Zhao teased.

"You still remember this?" Chen Qingsong said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Of course," Professor Zhao said proudly. "I've been teaching for so many years, my memory is top-notch."

He was working on a project in the lab and was eating instant noodles. When he came out of the lab and wanted to have a good meal to celebrate, he was weak and had low blood sugar due to staying up late for several days. He fainted while waiting in line. Professor Zhao happened to be passing by and took him to the school hospital.

Discovering that the problem stemmed from not eating well, the professor waved his hand and took him directly to a high-end restaurant, where they had a hearty meal. Looking at the menu, he felt somewhat inferior and didn't know what to order. In the end, he only chose rice porridge. While waiting for the professor to order, he boasted and ordered a whole bunch of things. The prices made him dizzy: "Professor, we can't finish all of this."

"If you can't finish it, just pack it up and take it home to eat." In the end, Chen Qingsong, who was afraid of wasting food and trouble, ate most of the food. Unsurprisingly, he was stuffed.

"You can eat all of this. If you can't finish it, just pack it up and take it home." Professor Zhao could tell from his expression that he hadn't listened. "What's the trouble of packing it up? Even if this food is so expensive, it's still for human consumption. Eat as much as you can. Food was originally created to fill our stomachs. Fire allowed humans to say goodbye to eating raw meat and drinking blood. And the improvement of seasonings and cooking techniques has allowed people to pursue food beyond just filling their stomachs. They have also begun to understand how to enjoy food and the satisfaction and pleasure it brings."

"Your teacher brought you here to enjoy the food. No matter how much it costs, enjoyment is the main thing. Now your stomach hurts, which is not enjoyment but a burden. This is putting the cart before the horse." Even four years later, Professor Zhao's words remained fresh in his memory.

Even now, after he founded a company and became its president, he still spends some time searching for delicious street food to soothe his weary soul.

In the distance, Liu Chaoque clutched her chest, a familiar palpitation forcing her to quicken her pace, as if someone was watching her closely.