Chapter 698: Chapter 329 Jing! You really are a huge pervert!
July 29, 2023, Saturday, heavy rain, 24-27℃.
In the dark, Tang Song got up from bed.
Raindrops hit the glass window, making a “pitter-patter” sound.
A hint of coolness seeped through the glass, dispelling the lingering summer heat.
Tang Song put on his glasses and looked up at the pitch-black sky.
[Current temperature is 24 degrees, north wind 3-4 level, relative humidity 92%… Due to the residual circulation of the typhoon moving north, Yan City will continue to experience heavy rainfall in the next few days…]
Looks like it won’t be possible to exercise at the school today.
Tang Song stretched and looked towards the top of the bedroom wardrobe.
Jiang Yourong’s apartment was well-equipped. Although she might not use it often, there was a yoga mat, though it was pink.
Tang Song walked to the wardrobe, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the packaging rope of the yoga mat and pulled it out.
The yoga mat fell out smoothly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a “thud” as a black drawstring bag fell down.
Tang Song bent down to pick it up. He initially planned to put it back directly, but the strange sensation made him glance inside curiously.
Instantly, a peculiar expression appeared on his face.
Inside were several massage toys, different sizes, different powers.
Unexpectedly, this elegant and intellectual university professor had such a hobby.
But he could understand, everyone has physiological needs.
From the trash talk he heard while playing basketball, Wen Ruan often used these small toys.
Under the Halo effect, Tang Song was equivalent to the Wise Time.
Seeing these toys, he just felt strange for a moment, then quickly recovered.
He threw Jiang Yourong’s little toys back on top of the cabinet.
Tang Song took the yoga mat to the living room balcony, put on Bluetooth headphones, and began to practice self-discipline to the rhythm of the dynamic music.
Today is the 14th day since the dungeon started, only one day left until it ends.
The dungeon will officially end at noon tomorrow.
In this half-month of the Academic Prodigy Dungeon, he gained tremendously.
The books he brought had been completely absorbed.
He built a complete professional knowledge system, and his analysis and judgment abilities, as well as thinking skills, improved significantly.
His English level reached a very high standard, with extremely smooth listening, speaking, reading, and writing, and a shockingly extensive vocabulary.
He even took some time to learn Japanese, thinking about when he could go to Jing’s house and help her with tutoring.
He imagined Jing wearing a JK uniform, playing some role-playing games.
After-school home tutor guidance.
In the remaining day, he planned to focus all his energy on handling company affairs.
The newly taken over Lanfeng International Hotel and the chairman role at Huashang Clothing both accumulated a lot of work.
Besides, the most important thing was Songmei Clothing.
After a week of fermentation, “He Yiyi” had gained over 2 million fans, becoming a veritable internet celebrity.
This ambitious female streamer maintained 5 hours of livestreaming every day recently.
The highest single-day sales exceeded 1.5 million.
Currently, many brands are contacting the company for collaboration on product promotions, including some major clothing brands.
But Tang Song was very aware that these brands were just capitalizing on “He Yiyi’s” current popularity. When the tide recedes, the company’s hard strength will still be what matters.
Selection, stocking, warehousing, logistics—these are the main factors currently restricting “He Yiyi’s” development.
Tang Song planned to use his current “academic prodigy” state to create a detailed plan.
Qian Lele opened her sleepy eyes to the pitch-dark bedroom.
She turned over, picked up her phone to check, and quickly sat up from bed.
It was already 6 o’clock!
She then heard the “rushing” rain outside the window.
She turned on the bedroom light, slid into her slippers, and walked to the window, gently pulling open the curtains.
Outside, the sky was covered by a huge gray curtain, gloomy and oppressive.
Raindrops fell like broken beads, racing to hit the ground, tracing water marks on the glass.
Tomorrow night is Ding Yao’s birthday party. The dilemma that had been troubling her for half a month was about to end.
She gently opened the desk drawer and took out a glittering golden gift box. Qian Lele’s eyes flashed with anxiety and joy.
The gift was a pair of gold earrings bought online, shaped like small sugar cubes, with a net weight of 2.1 grams, costing her 1230 yuan.
With the addition of the 750 yuan black dress, it just deducted her budget for buying a computer, meaning her much-anticipated new computer was now out of the question.
Anyway, she had done her best.
In her simple understanding, gold was the most suitable gift.
Beautiful and able to be exchanged for money.
But she had little money and could only afford something of this price range, so she chose the small pair of earrings.
She believed Ding Yao would definitely like them.
But thinking about having to mingle with Ding Yao’s rich second-generation friends, she inevitably felt anxious and nervous.
Taking a deep breath, Qian Lele carefully put the gift box back in the drawer.
She opened the room door and walked out.
From the living room came a rhythmic “thumping” sound, accompanied by somewhat heavy breathing.
Qian Lele walked forward a few steps, rounded the corner, and saw Tang Song working out energetically on the balcony.
Outside, the rain created a hazy and mysterious scene.
The light fell on his body, outlining a tall and deep silhouette.
His workout clothes fluttered with his movements, revealing the solid contours of his muscles.
Broad shoulders, tight waist, and smooth leg lines.