Chapter 61: Drunken Witch

  "What?" Zhang Yang stared at that pink, smooth, tender, oval-shaped buzzing thing, completely dumbfounded. Are you trying to act cute, or are you really acting cute? You've been holding this thing in the bathroom for over half an hour, and now you’re asking me how to use it?

  "How do I use it?" The genius beautiful girl pinched the end of that thing, leaned toward Zhang Yang, and asked timidly.

  I swear, her eyes were absolutely innocent and confused, but if she really didn’t know how to use that thing, Zhang Yang wouldn’t believe it even if he was beaten to death.

  "You really want me to teach you?" Zhang Yang felt that Liu the genius was definitely pretending to be cute. Since that’s the case, he wasn’t going to back down—he’d play along.

  The genius beautiful girl nodded repeatedly, "Mm! Mm! Mm!"

  "Alright then, lift up your skirt first." Zhang Yang was fired up; damn it, don’t take me for a saint.

  "Why lift my skirt?"

  "Why? Take off your panties. How else am I supposed to teach you if you don’t?"

  "Alright then!" Liu Zixuan looked like she had made a big decision. She reached out and directly lifted her skirt…

  Damn!

  She really did it. Zhang Yang had just caught sight of a pair of white safety shorts when a smattering of applause came from the bathroom door. Tian Tian and Ye Xiaoru walked in, faces full of admiration.

  "Junior Sister, impressive." The two gave Liu Zixuan a thumbs-up.

  At the same time, they cast a meaningful glance at Zhang Yang, "Junior Brother, we misjudged you."

  Zhang Yang was dumbfounded for quite a while before realizing that all of this was a bet Liu Zixuan made with them—she claimed she could make Zhang Yang fall at her feet within a day.

  Qiao Xier hadn’t joined in, but her early departure was unexpected. Otherwise, Zhang Yang wouldn’t have fallen for it.

  From then on, Zhang Yang’s reputation as a playboy took root in their hearts. But Zhang Yang didn’t mind—since he already had that label, he might as well go along with it. As the saying goes, a broken jar can’t be mended. So he just teased the girls playfully every day, occasionally even taking advantage of them—it was quite an enjoyable thing.

  Though Liu Zixuan loved to mess with people, her talent in biological cytology was no joke. Calling her a genius was no exaggeration. With her joining, the lab’s progress sped up greatly.

  Why she came back from America to Huaxia was something Zhang Yang didn’t know, but through indirect questions, he gathered that she and Qiao Meinv shared similar backgrounds—both from the capital and both from powerful families. Though her family might be a bit less influential than the Qiao family, the difference wasn’t much. Moreover, she seemed to be related to Professor Ding Pengshan, which might be the real reason she came here.

  In the evening, Qiao Xier returned. She and Liu Zixuan seemed already close—Liu Zixuan immediately hung on Qiao Xier’s neck, calling her Sister Qiao over and over, almost kissing her on the lips.

  Judging from her childish behavior, Zhang Yang thought even calling her nineteen might be too generous.

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  Liu Zixuan was about 1.65 meters tall, nearly ten centimeters shorter than Qiao Xier, but with her high heels, she looked about the same height as the flat-shoed beauty Qiao. With two gorgeous women in the lab, plus Tian Tian and Ye Xiaoru, who were also quite pretty, the lab became much livelier—completely unlike a typical research facility.

  Zhang Yang had visited another lab on campus. Though there were plenty of female PhDs, that place felt more like a breeding ground for nuns.

  But there was a downside. When the three academicians, Dr. Reih, and Dr. Enrid weren’t around, the four women went crazy—constantly teasing Zhang Yang, always bringing up what happened in the bathroom with Liu Zixuan.

  Wu Hao was quite handsome too, but he was a pure researcher, and since Old Wu was already married—to a female PhD at that—those four witches lost all interest in teasing him, turning all their focus on Zhang Yang instead.

  But as the saying goes, when men and women work together, things get easier—especially when the men are handsome and the women beautiful. The experiment’s first samples progressed at lightning speed.

  Within less than a week, single-cell cultivation was successfully completed.

  Meanwhile, the villa had been tidied up. Qiao Meinv even took a day off to help Zhang Yang get the property certificate—just waiting for him to move in officially.

  According to her, a woman had to show face—dragging it out like this would just make the house grow mold.

  Zhang Yang never told Xu Danlu about the villa—not for any bad reason—he just wanted to surprise her.

  To celebrate the successful cultivation, Professor Shangguan generously allocated a whopping five thousand yuan so the six hard-working lab members could have a nice meal at a nearby hotel. Of course, getting drunk was strictly forbidden.

  After a few rounds of drinks, the five older professors tactfully left, leaving the six young people behind. Except for Qiao Xier, who had to drive, everyone else went all out.

  Though handsome Wu usually acted wooden, he couldn’t handle the four girls’ sharp tongues. Before long, he was completely wasted and babbling nonsense.

  Zhang Yang saw it clearly from the side—it was obvious the four girls were doing it on purpose. So he didn’t stop them. His alcohol tolerance wasn’t great, but handling Wu Hao and those crazy girls was no problem.

  Once Wu got drunk, his hands started wandering toward Ye Xiaoru. "Xiao… Xiaoru, actually… actually I liked you before, but… but your sister-in-law forced me… cooked rice into mature rice… ah, regret, regret! They say… undergrads are like Huang Rong, master’s students are like Li Mochou, and female PhDs are like Extermination Nuns—they destroy whoever they catch… I was ruined by her…"

  Instantly, everyone turned their eyes toward Ye Xiaoru. She blushed bright red and waved her hands frantically, "No, no, that’s not true, I barely know Senior Brother Wu…"

  "What… what do you mean you barely know me, you… you even wrote me a love letter… ‘If love can last long, why care about day and night’… I still remember… one night, you… you wore…"

  Before he could finish, Ye Xiaoru hastily covered his mouth.

  Hearing there was juicy gossip, the other women weren’t going to let it go. They grabbed at her arms and legs, forcing Ye Xiaoru’s hand away from Wu Hao’s mouth.

  But to their disappointment, Wu Hao was such a useless guy—he fell asleep right then and there, snoring like a pig.

  Damn! What a buzzkill! Zhang Yang, who had been eavesdropping eagerly, was also disappointed.

  But for those three witches, that was enough. They immediately grabbed Ye Xiaoru, threw her onto the sofa, and began a ruthless interrogation.

  Though Ye Xiaoru kept her mouth shut, she couldn’t resist the high IQ of those witches. Soon, they began stripping her right in front of Zhang Yang. When her clothes were down to just her bra, she confessed.

  "You don’t know—when I got into my PhD program, my parents were bawling, saying, ‘It’s over, our daughter’s doomed to stay single. Should’ve never sent her to study science, it fried her brain—what man would marry a PhD?’ I was furious, so I swore to get married within a year…"

  "In that year, I went on over fifty blind dates and completely gave up on marriage—until this guy showed up…" She pointed at the unconscious Wu Hao, looking furious. "Think about it, he’s handsome, a postdoc, and most importantly, single. In our eyes, that’s the cream of the crop! Of course, I couldn’t let him go… But unfortunately…"

  She pursed her lips and said with frustration, "Unfortunately, that bastard already had someone in his heart. Back then, Meining University had two world-class beauties—Yang Fei and the current pop diva Lin Yin. That bastard was so obsessed with Lin Goddess, he even sniffed the places she walked by! I tried everything—almost resorted to drugging him—but he never got the hint. So I gave up. Who knew, less than half a year later, the bastard got married—not to Lin Goddess, but to… well, he just confessed, didn’t he?"

  "So yeah." By the end, Ye Xiaoru had completely switched roles—from suspect to interrogator. She pointed at Tian Tian, Qiao Meinv, and the genius girl one by one, scolding, "You’re all younger than me, but already master’s and PhD students. While you’re still young, hurry the hell up and find a man—grab him and never let go."

  "Look, no need to look far, there’s one right here…"

  With a bit of drunkenness, she pointed at Zhang Yang, who was happily listening to the gossip.

  As soon as she said that, the three women turned their heads toward Zhang Yang, locking onto him. "Right, this bastard’s the cream of the crop, no way we’re letting him go."

  Qiao Meinv was fine, Tian Tian happened to be on her period, but that little witch stuck out her pink tongue, licked her lips, rubbed her hands together, and said eagerly, "Ha, Senior Sister Ye’s right. Good thing I made a little preparation earlier."

  "What preparation?" Tian Tian joined in.

  "I mean, shouldn’t we first study what kind of specimen this cream of the crop is?"

  "Study how?" Judging by Tian Tian’s look, she might already be wet down there.

  "How else? Strip him naked, then do whatever we want." Liu Zixuan went even crazier, giggling lewdly, throwing Zhang Yang a flirtatious glance, then walking up to him. She bent down, deliberately shaking her breasts in front of him, grinning wickedly, "Senior Brother, don’t you feel something’s off? Like… dizziness or something?"

  Damn it, caught in the crossfire. Zhang Yang suddenly felt something was wrong. Other than Qiao Meinv, Tian Tian, Ye Xiaoru, and Liu Zixuan had all drunk quite a bit—they were in madwoman mode now. But his own tolerance wasn’t that bad. Why did he feel dizzy and heavy-eyed after just a few sips, like his eyelids were made of lead?

  "There’s something wrong with the wine…" Zhang Yang poked at the empty bottle on the table, trying to stand, but had no strength left. Damn, that girl drugged him! Damn!