Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 270 - Chapter 270 Chapter 232 Ill Support You (Two in One)_3

Chapter 270: Chapter 232 I’ll Support You (Two in One)_3 Chapter 270: Chapter 232 I’ll Support You (Two in One)_3 My pen is out of control, inspiration pouring out endlessly.

She had returned to the hotel after dinner, and today she was sharing the room with her junior Yue Lingjing, so Lingjing was also there.

She went to the bathroom alone to draw; after all, posing strangely in front of her junior still made her feel embarrassed.

Hu Yan even suggested letting Yue Lingjing pose for her, so she could draw Lingjing as well.

But she hastily refused, her face flushed with embarrassment!

Cheng Zhu chatted briefly with Hu Yan, then put down his phone.

His feelings were quite peculiar at the moment.

There he was, sitting with a guidance counselor who had drunk quite a bit, alone in a room, a man and a woman. She had just cried, and was in a vulnerable emotional state.

And here I am, sitting in front of her, watching the self-portraits sent to me by other girls!

Tsk, it’s even a bit like playing with fire!

What’s more outrageous is that Hu Yan’s outfit in today’s comic was a very loose shirt.

Just a shirt.

It was kind of like that feeling when you wake up in the morning and find the woman next to you hasn’t had a change of clothes, so she’s wearing a shirt from your closet.

And sitting across from him was Chen Jieyu, dressed precisely in a white silk shirt, wasn’t she?

You could say they each had their own unique charms.

“What’s up?” Chen Jieyu asked when she saw Cheng Zhu glance at her clothes.

“Nothing,” Cheng Zhu replied helplessly and drank the wine in his glass.

He was trying to quell the flames that were slightly rising in his heart.

That Hu Yan, picking just the right moment to send pictures yesterday, affecting my sleep, and even better timing today!

Just at that moment, they heard some noise in the corridor outside the room.

Probably a few guys going back to their rooms.

A few of the guys’ voices were so loud, whether from alcohol or just being naturally rowdy, you could hear them clearly through the door.

“Damn it, finally get to go on an autumn outing, and I spent all day playing ‘Sheep’!”

Cheng Zhu recognized the voice; it was Zhou Kang.

“Did you clear it?”

“Clear it my ass! Even Einstein couldn’t clear this damn game!”

“I told you, we should have just come to drink, but you had to butt heads with it. Feels stupid now, doesn’t it?”

Chen Jieyu looked up at Cheng Zhu with a slight smile.

Cheng Zhu whispered, “Do you believe that Zhou Kang’s going to be on his bed continuing to play in a bit?”

“I believe it, I believe it,” Chen Jieyu nodded slightly, without contradicting.

They guessed that most students must have returned to their rooms by now.

It was already midnight, and it was getting colder outside; many must have come upstairs just to escape the cold.

After all, if they wanted to keep playing or drinking, they could do it inside their rooms.

Cheng Zhu poured himself another drink and only poured half a glass for Chen Jieyu.

“We can talk here, they can’t hear us from next door, right?” Chen Jieyu suddenly asked.

Little did she know, bringing up such a seemingly guilty phrase when a man and a woman are alone in a room actually further enhances the ambiguous atmosphere.

Cheng Zhu pointed at the wall in front of them, “This wall of the living room is against the next room.”

“The rooms are further apart. If you’re worried, shall we go inside and drink?”

He then stood up.

And, looking down at her.

Chen Jieyu had no choice but to get up and pick up her wine glass.

Cheng Zhu’s room was the biggest one in the guesthouse and was quite spacious inside.

He sat down on the carpet next to the bed, and pat the space beside him, signaling Chen Jieyu to sit down.

“With the soundproofing in this room, as long as you don’t scream in my room, no one will hear,” he said.

“Why would I scream in your room?” Chen Jieyu muttered under her breath, then slowly sat down.

She and Cheng Zhu sat not too close, but not too far away.

Only a wine pot and two glasses stood between them.

There was a small Bluetooth speaker in the room; he asked, “Shall I play some music?”

After connecting the speaker’s Bluetooth with his phone, he opened his playlist and set it to shuffle.

Music began to flow within the room, it was Mayday’s “Embrace.”

Cheng Zhu had chosen at random but didn’t expect the lyrics to be quite fitting for the moment.

“[Hide your tiredness,

Express your clumsiness,

Indulge your wildness,

Search for your tomorrow.]”

The third line didn’t quite suit the moment.

Cheng Zhu sat with crossed legs on the carpet, leaning against the wall, and asked without looking at her, “You haven’t had any difficulties in life recently, have you?”

“Nothing much, who doesn’t have little difficulties in life?” Chen Jieyu replied.

“I’m doing quite fine,” Cheng Zhu, that bastard, started again.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Chen Jieyu, who was usually unsmiling and dignified, gave him a slight glare without humor.

To be honest, it was quite charming.

“Have you seen ‘Leon: The Professional’?” Chen Jieyu asked.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. You’re referring to that line, right? Let me think, how does it go…”

“[Is life always this painful, or is it just when you’re a kid?]” He remembered the line spoken by the little girl to the hitman Leon in the movie.

Chen Jieyu then quoted Leon’s reply, “[It’s always like this].”

“Tsk, as a counselor, even you’re not quite psychologically sound,” Cheng Zhu said, looking at her.

“Isn’t it what you told me? You said, when a person says they can’t see their future, often it’s because they have seen their future.”