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Chapter 292 - 292 199 171 Pure High School Girl_3
Chapter 292 - 292 199 171 Pure High School Girl_3
?Chapter 292: Chapter 199: 171 Pure High School Girl_3 Chapter 292: Chapter 199: 171 Pure High School Girl_3 Soon, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the dazzling LED headlights lit up, and the black Porsche Cayenne accelerated away.
In the car.
Yao Lingling looked at Tang Song in the driver’s seat, wanting to explain something but feeling it might be superfluous.
“Lingling.” Tang Song suddenly called her.
Yao Lingling’s heart skipped a beat, and she nervously said, “Ah, yes?”
Tang Song, seeing her startled reaction, smiled and said, “The navigation, I really don’t know where that KTV is.”
“Oh, I forgot, sorry about that.” Yao Lingling chuckled sheepishly and hurriedly took out her phone to open the location sent by Xiao Mingxuan and started the navigation.
“Buzz buzz buzz—” the Wuling Hongguang smoothly exited the parking spot and merged into the traffic.
Outside Shenghao KTV, a group of five people gathered together again.
Xiao Mingxuan took the initiative to stand next to Yao Lingling and led them into the luxurious and dazzling lobby.
A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the entire space was enveloped in soft and bright light.
Exquisite mural reliefs, high-end sofas and coffee tables, stylish and gorgeous liquor cabinets, waiters in smart uniforms…
The girls were all a bit dumbfounded.
Zhang Jiahong subconsciously touched her purse, since she was hosting due to her moving day, it was naturally her treat.
But judging by the look of this KTV, she felt like she couldn’t afford it!
“Brother Xiao, you’ve arrived!” “Brother Xiao!” “Brother Xiao!”
Seeing the incoming customers, the lobby staff quickly greeted them proactively.
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at Yao Lingling and the others’ expressions and joked, “Tonight’s on me, supporting my brother’s business, nobody fight me for the bill. Order whatever you want to eat or drink, just go for it.”
“Thank you, President Xiao!” Li Shumin’s eyes sparkled.
Yao Lingling and Zhang Jiahong replied with thankful but awkward voices.
Xiao Mingxuan took out a card from his pocket and tossed it onto the front desk, and the female receptionist quickly picked up the card and began to arrange a private room.
Soon, led by the staff, the group of five people walked through the splendid corridor and arrived at the door of private room 888.
As the heavy door was pushed open, a cool blue light immediately permeated through.
Entering the spacious room, the girls’ eyes widened in surprise and delight.
The recessed ceiling without a central light featured dozens of LED lights embedded around it, making the entire venue incredibly dazzling.
An abundance of metallic and glass furniture shined brilliantly.
Three large screens and a wraparound soft sofa.
The entire private room was filled with a sense of technology and beauty.
Xiao Mingxuan snapped his fingers with a smile and said, “The songs here are pretty comprehensive, and the sound system isn’t bad either.”
“This private room must be expensive, isn’t this too extravagant?” Yao Lingling said bashfully.
“Why be so polite?” Xiao Mingxuan shook his head, then added with a wink, “Of course, the most important thing is, the balance on my card is all gifted by friends, I don’t need to spend a dime.”
He then joked about his friends a bit more.
After his adjustments, the atmosphere quickly became pleasant.
Yao Lingling and the others also relaxed, no longer feeling guilty.
They ran excitedly to the karaoke terminal and started to “chatter and squabble” about what to sing.
After a short while, several waiters came in through the doors.
All kinds of fruit plates, beers, and drinks were arranged on two coffee tables.
Xiao Mingxuan patted Tang Song’s arm and warmly said, “Sit down, brother, don’t be polite with me. There’s a menu over there if you want to add any drinks.”
“Thank you.” Tang Song smiled and nodded, sitting down on the soft sofa, surveying his surroundings.
His demeanor remained composed and confident, seemingly without much emotional fluctuation.
A contemplative look flashed across Xiao Mingxuan’s eyes, and with a soft laugh, he headed straight for the karaoke terminal.
Beautiful prelude music came from the surround sound system.
The three girls held microphones, singing “Time Cooks Rain” along with laughter and playful shouts.
Then, they started fighting for the microphone, occasionally accompanied by Xiao Mingxuan’s voice.
Although they weren’t singing that well, the atmosphere was spot on.
Tang Song leaned back on the sofa, eating fruit, and after listening for a while, stood up and walked outside.
He went to use the restroom and had just stepped out.
“Buzz buzz buzz—” his phone in his pocket vibrated.
[Zhang Ziqi: Wen Ruan.jpg]
[Zhang Ziqi: “President Tang, to make Zhuangzhuang more comfortable working and playing games, I specially upgraded his ergonomic chair this afternoon and also arranged a big meal for him. Rest assured, I’ll take good care of her!”]
In the photo, Wen Ruan sat on a chair, wearing an oversize white T-shirt, with her plump, rounded thighs exposed.
Through the T-shirt, you could vaguely make out the undergarment beneath, incredibly enticing.
Of course, none of that was important; Tang Song looked at the words “Zhuangzhuang” and couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth into a smile.
What a fine fellow, there’s no such thing as a wrong nickname, only a wrong given name!
After chatting with Zhang Ziqi in the corridor for a while, he inquired about the origin of the nickname “Zhuangzhuang”.
Tang Song pocketed his phone, and as he looked up, he saw Xiao Mingxuan striding towards the lobby.
Immediately after, he bumped into a fashionably dressed girl, and the two of them had a quiet argument at the entrance of the stairwell.
Xiao Mingxuan dragged her by the arm and headed outside.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow and stepped into the private room.
“Brother, you’re back, come sing a song with us. Mingxuan had to leave early because of an emergency at home,” Yao Lingling, holding two microphones, bounced over to his side.
“Sure,” Tang Song said with a smile, accepting the microphone and turning his gaze to the big screen.
It was a song he knew well, “Preference”.
The first time he had played fingerstyle guitar, he had chosen this song.
The familiar intro played, and Yao Lingling stood up, her voice crisp as she began to sing.
Before the end of the verse, she playfully looked over at Tang Song.
Tang Song smiled, stood up, and sang into the microphone, “I said, I won’t dodge, I must do this…”
Thanks to the “magic Throat Lozenge” and the optimization of the “Lung Enhancement Potion,” his voice was pure, his breath steady and full of infectious power.
Plus, with the musical sense enhanced in his dream instance, he was definitely on a crushing level in a KTV.
Yao Lingling’s eyes widened and her cheeks turned slightly red as she suddenly felt her own singing was poor in comparison.
So she simply put down the microphone and became an obedient listener.
Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin exchanged glances and both fell silent, their eyes sparkling as they watched Tang Song.
Sure is impressive!
…
Half-past nine in the evening.
Jinxiu New City.
“Taptaptap—” Rapid typing sounds filled the room.
Zhang Ziqi brought over some freshly washed fruit, “Try it, it’s really sweet.”
Wen Ruan stopped what she was doing and looked skeptical, “What’s gotten into you, treating me so well today?”
“Just feeling sorry for you,” Zhang Ziqi said with a guilty smile, and quickly changed the subject, “By the way, how’s the income from your side hustle recently?”
Wen Ruan, eating a ripe, juicy strawberry, legs crossed, replied, “Not bad, it has increased a bit from before.”
“I envy you, Zhuangzhuang. You better not forget about your sister here when you strike it rich. Remember to give me a bite to eat,” Zhang Ziqi wrapped her arm around Wen Ruan’s neck, her face all charm.
Wen Ruan patted her backside, “I’ve told you many times, the reception job isn’t going anywhere.”
Zhang Ziqi sighed resignedly; that was indeed the truth.
It was hard giving up the comfort zone before, and now at nearly 30, changing industries was ever harder.
But fortunately, her best friend was ambitious, having snagged a young, wealthy magnate.
Perhaps she could enjoy some good fortune like Hu Mingli and land a decent job.
With this thought, she said with a chuckle, “Are you done with your writing? Let’s play a game together.”
“Almost, just give me 10 more minutes,” Wen Ruan replied as she swiveled in her chair and began to type earnestly.
Her persistence in traveling, cycling, working out, and gaming over the past few years wasn’t just about pursuing hobbies.
She also regarded these activities as part of her side business, often writing travelogues, insights, reflections, and experiences.
Besides her own social media account, she had several public accounts she collaborated with, even producing a few blockbuster articles with over 100,000 hits.
The income from her side hustle not only covered her mortgage but also allowed her to invest in and please herself more freely.
Years of perseverance had built up a small nest egg, her dowry and security of sorts.
“OK, done!” Wen Ruan closed her laptop, picked up her phone, waved it at Zhang Ziqi, and said with great excitement, “Let’s go online, my little darling! I’ll use my alt account to carry you today, guarantee you’ll have a blast!”
As she spoke, she launched Honor of Kings, logged into the game, and collected some items.
After creating a room, her gaze sharpened slightly as she saw Tang Song’s name in the online friends list.
…
Meanwhile, in the private room, after finishing his song and just about to play games with Yao Lingling and the others, Tang Song saw an invitation pop-up appear on the screen.
[171 Pure High School Girl (Wen Ruan) invites you to team up for ranked play]