bayedsolid Chapter 58: If you have something to say, say it; if you're sick, get treatment.
Chapter 58: If you have something to say, say it; if you're sick, get treatment.
He Fan had no idea what was wrong with the rich man.
He questioned, "You brat, can't you tell the difference between the big and small kings?"
The system had no choice but to soften its tone and earnestly persuade them.
"Host, I'm doing this for your own good. Think about it, what kind of occasion is tomorrow? There will be plenty of high-quality men circling around you. What's the point of investing in your looks or your physique if you don't focus on those?"
He Fan: "......"
That makes some sense, but not much.
After much persuasion from the system...
He Fan decided to add 1 point to his appearance and 1 point to his physique.
Sigh, she's sacrificed so much to seduce men, she's even given up on her health!
The system is still continuously brainwashing people.
"Host, think about it. The more beautiful you become, the more men will flock to you. This will make it easier for you to gain loyalty, and your body will become healthier faster."
"All of this is for your health! Sometimes, you have to make some sacrifices to be healthy."
He Fan: "......"
That makes some sense, but it's still not enough.
Just as the system was about to continue outputting...
He Fan immediately snapped: "Hurry up and add it. One point of appearance, one point of physique. If you keep dawdling, I won't add a single point of appearance."
The system had no choice but to shut up.
"2 personal points have been deducted. Host's appearance +1, host's physique +1."
The light around him vanished in an instant, and apart from a slight warmth in his body, there was nothing else unusual.
Her physique is getting better and better, and now when she increases her attributes, she no longer feels uncomfortable like before.
System: "Operation successful! Opening the body panel."
Name: He Fan
Age: 21
Height: 166
Weight: 44.5
Face value: 90
Charisma: 80
Constitution: 52
Spirit: 57
Skill: Snorkeling Specialist
System points: 9
System level: 6
Personal points: 0
After checking his personal panel, He Fan prepared to go to sleep.
Unexpectedly, the system kept nagging on and on.
System: "Host, I'm urging you to participate in the lottery. You've already used up your personal points. Are you still going to participate?"
Seeing how anxious the wealthy man was, He Fan had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
He Fan asked in confusion, "What good stuff have you found for me this time?"
The system absolutely denied it: "No, I just think you'll have better luck in the lottery now."
After hearing what the tycoon said, He Fan understood everything.
"Draw, draw, draw! Use system points to draw, then I'll go to sleep."
System: "Ding~ 1 system points have been deducted. Start the lottery now."
System: "Ding~ Congratulations to the host for acquiring the personal skill: Unfazed by Drinking."
He Fan: "...That's it?"
The system was so angry it didn't want to talk.
"What do you mean 'that's all'? Isn't this exactly what you need? You can stay sober at all times during future social events!"
He Fan: "Okay, okay, I think you're right! Goodnight!"
system:......
Pretty!
The skills I specially saved for the host during my last job were completely disliked.
A sense of humiliation welled up inside me.
Okay, even though rich people have no heart.
But how could a wealthy man who had been clearly manipulated by He Fan be willing to accept it?
Ha, I really don't believe it. Time to go lay bricks.
There's bound to be one that will satisfy the host!
......
The next day, He Fan was awakened by the aroma of breakfast.
Having not been back to Lucheng for a long time, Wu You was worried that He Fan might have work commitments, so she got up early to prepare breakfast.
He Fan walked out of the room, and Wu You was setting breakfast on the table.
Wu You was stunned when she saw He Fan.
He Fan saw her staring blankly at him.
He quickly touched his face and smoothed his messy, sleepy hair.
"what happened?"
Wu You snapped out of her daze, her face flushing involuntarily: "No, it's nothing."
Fan Jie looks so beautiful when she first wakes up?
Wait a minute, I should have seen Sister Fan without makeup before when I delivered breakfast.
Maybe Fan Jie is just the kind of beauty that grows on you?
The longer you spend time with her, the more you discover her beauty?
He Fan yawned and went into the bathroom.
I decided to wash up anyway, since I was living with Wu You, I should pay attention to my appearance.
"Oh yo~"
He Fan quickly pulled his foot back after just stepping inside.
I rely on!
He Fan was processing what he had just seen of himself in the mirror.
Huh? Does adding 1 point make such a big difference?
He Fan sneaked in again, scrutinizing the person in the mirror.
Although her skin is naturally fair, her face looks pale and lifeless because she often stays up late.
Therefore, He Fan always applies a makeup base or primer to brighten his complexion before going out.
At this moment, her face was as smooth and fair as a peeled egg.
Her cheeks seemed to have been filtered with a beauty filter, revealing a faint peach-pink hue.
The bloodshot eyes that had accumulated over the years had disappeared, and now they were clear and bright, making the eyes look even more spirited.
Her lips have become much pinker, and even the pores on her nose are no longer visible.
He Fan: !!!
The system couldn't help but boast: "How about it? Host, you can always trust the system's aesthetic sense!"
He Fan said in a good mood, "It's really good~"
I couldn't resist taking a moment to admire myself in the mirror.
A short while later, He Fan heard Wu You calling him to eat.
On the table.
Wu You leaned closer mysteriously: "Sister Fan, did you know you're famous now?"
He Fan ate his porridge with a happy expression: "Yeah! I know."
This porridge has a wonderful osmanthus fragrance; it's so delicious!
Wu You asked in surprise, "Sister Fan, you also use Douyin?"
He Fan was so angry at her incredulous look that even the porridge in his mouth didn't taste so good anymore.
Please, she's only 21 years old, okay?
If you do the math, she and Wu You graduated in the same year.
How come I'm seen as a 2G user who doesn't surf the internet?
"I'm 21 this year, not 61, so why shouldn't I go online?"
Wu Youyi thought it made sense.
Having spent so much time with Sister Fan, she always subconsciously felt that Sister Fan was the kind of strong woman who wouldn't waste time scrolling through short videos.
Wu You grinned and took out her phone: "Sister Fan, shall we follow each other on Douyin?"
He Fan pointed to his phone: "The password is six ones. You can figure it out yourself."
Wu You picked up He Fan's phone and opened Douyin.
"Holy crap, Sister Fan, you're a max-level Douyin user? And you have so many fans!!!"
After exclaiming, before He Fan could react, she started operating He Fan's phone.
Fan Jie has become a sensation.
The internet is now a double-edged sword.
To prevent Fan Jie's reputation from being damaged.
As Fan Jie's personal assistant, she had to help Fan Jie handle these trivial matters in a timely manner.
He Fan was unwilling to deal with this very enthusiastic young assistant who had just taken office.
She quietly finished two bowls of porridge.
When Wu You stopped what he was doing, He Fan was already comfortably sprawled on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.
Wu You's Douyin ID has also been changed to "Lunchbox Assistant".
Wu You even thoughtfully tagged his own account in He Fan's profile.
This makes it easier for someone to contact her.
The two of them spent a leisurely day at home, or more precisely, He Fan spent a leisurely day at home.
Wu You has been researching how to operate the assistant's account in the future, and has even changed his own Weibo name.
At 5 p.m., Zhao Bo called.
This was the first time Zhao Bo had made a voice call to He Fan after they added each other on WeChat.
He Fan was sitting in the living room watching cartoons and eating snacks.
When Zhao Bo called, he answered the phone casually: "Hello?"
Zhao Bo was clearly taken aback when he heard the voice on the other end.
That sound... like a child?
There was also the sound of an animated film playing nearby...
Zhao Bo was at a loss for words.
Finally, forcing a smile, he asked in a soft, strained voice, "Hello, little one? Where's your mother?"
He Fan: "......"
Can we call the police?
Suppressing the urge to curse: "Say what's wrong, get treatment if you're sick!"
Zhao Bo: "......"
This time, Zhao Bo was speechless. Why was this little girl getting so worked up?
But this child must be He Fan's daughter, so he had no choice but to silently endure it all.
He continued in a high-pitched voice, "Could you please tell your mother that the gathering tonight is at 6 pm? I'll send you the locations in a bit..."
"Dudududu..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Bo heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone.
Zhao Bo looked aggrieved. When had he ever been treated like this?
Little brat.
Once I get to know your mom better, I'm going to find fault with you!