Chapter 632: Chapter 393: Sisters, Honor, Graduate Recommendation Chapter 632: Chapter 393: Sisters, Honor, Graduate Recommendation Chen Xinyu and Chen Na, though blood sisters, couldn’t be more different besides their looks and genetic ties.
First off, their personalities differ: the elder sister is intellectual and gentle, whereas the younger is reserved and shy.
Unlike Shen Yuan and Shen Xuan, who both exude an unabashed and shameless spirit.
Their figures are also distinct, Na Na’s 172cm height makes her comparatively taller and slimmer.
While Xinyu is around 167cm, a bit rounder and fleshier than her sister, but this doesn’t stop her from having an enviable waist-to-hip ratio.
Especially in the cup department, Shen Yuan often jokes that Old Chen shows favoritism—how else could Xinyu be so well-nourished?
Of course, it could be Nana who’s been pushing all her nutrients toward gaining height, while Xinyu’s went straight to her cup size.
They even react differently when teased; Na Na squints her eyes and goes limp all over,
While Xinyu will clench her fists around anything she can and her body stiffens up.
As for XP… who would have thought that someone as pure as Xinyu would indulge in “peeping, eavesdropping, taking photos, and recording things”?
Xinyu’s birthday might be the perfect occasion to gift her a camera, hitting her right in the sweet spot.
One foot playfully hooks around Xinyu’s calf while keeping an eye on the Feel-good Index above her head; from 79 when they first met today, the BBQ had raised it an additional point to 80.
If everything goes well tonight… perhaps another 2 points can be secured.
Xinyu, doing her best to not squirm from the tickling sensation, takes small bites from her BBQ. But as Shen Yuan’s foot moves up her thigh, she just can’t hold back a shudder.
“Xinyu, what’s wrong?”
Shen Xuan, with grease all over her mouth, turns to ask while biting into her meat.
“Nothing… just suddenly felt an itch on my back.”
Chen Xinyu presses her legs tightly together and manages a strained smile.
“Do you need me to scratch it for you?” Shen Xuan offers.
“No need, it’s not bothering me much now.”
Xinyu hastily shakes her head, cheeks burning red, eyes full of guilt.
Luckily, warming temperatures in the private dining room mask her flushed face, as Shen Xuan is too focused on the meal to notice anything amiss.
Shen Yuan then stops teasing, and Xinyu breathes a sigh of relief, glancing at Shen Yuan, then quickly lowers her gaze.
The remaining meat is quickly dispatched, and Shen Xuan leans back in her seat, patting her stomach and belching with satisfaction: “Ah, that hit the spot!”
Shen Yuan, with a look of disdain: “Don’t say you’re my sister outside.”
Shen Xuan retorts: “Heh, as if you’re one to talk! I remember after meals, you’d lie back with a toothpick, one foot propped up on the coffee table.”
“I’m a guy, you’re a girl; can you really compare the two?”
“What’s the difference! So guys can be sloppy but girls can’t?”
Shen Xuan retorts with a proud lift of her chin.
“Alright, alright, wipe your mouth already, it’s making me lose my appetite.”
Shen Xuan grabs a couple of napkins to wipe the grease from her lips, then, to Xinyu’s horror, she actually brings the dirty tissue up to her face: “Xinyu, you wipe too.”
Xinyu cries out in alarm, dodging into the corner.
Shen Xuan persists, and the two begin to playfully quarrel in the private dining room, a merry cacophony of laughter.
Shen Yuan watches with amusement, then gets up to check out.
The BBQ cost over 4000, but given the service, top-notch fresh ingredients, and the atmosphere, Shen Yuan feels the price is justified.
Returning to the room, Shen Xuan waves her phone excitedly: “Bro, look—our academic advisor sent me a message asking if I’m interested in joining the student union or the youth league, and even wants to nominate me for a scholarship.”
Shen Yuan smiles. Wei Zhuo moves fast; not long after their lunch, he’s already looking out for Shen Xuan.
“Bro, you’ve got some clout.”
Shen Xuan isn’t fooled; the advisor is never this nice unless it’s on her brother’s account.
“Just the beginning. Anything school-related with honors or preferences, your advisor will definitely think of you first.”
Shen Yuan adds, “Joining student union or the youth league is up to you, but forget the scholarship. You don’t need the money. Better leave that to someone who does.” Thɪs chapter is updated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Shen Xuan had been stellar in high school, but at Nanzhong University she’s just average, and lately, she’s let herself slide, making her subpar.
Her grades don’t really qualify her for a scholarship.
Plus, there are plenty of less fortunate students at Nanzhong, so better not to occupy a slot.
“I wasn’t planning on applying anyway.”
Shen Xuan sticks out her tongue: “No interest in student union or the youth league either, just don’t want to flunk or have grades sent home.”
Shen Yuan sighs: “You’ve fallen, Younger Sister Xuan. How could you change so much in a few months? What happened to the girl who studied late into the night in high school?”
Shen Xuan places her hands on her hips, imitating her brother’s irreverent tone: “My brother’s financially independent, why should I work so hard? Might as well take it easy!”
On the way back to school, Chen Xinyu still sits in the passenger seat of Shen Yuan’s car.
Shen Yuan drives with one hand on the wheel, the other hand sneakily reaches over, searching over Xinyu’s pants, regrettably she’s wearing jeans, denying any feel of supple skin or collagen.
“Xinyu, next time you go out with your brother-in-law, remember to wear a skirt, hot pants, or jean shorts, alright?” Shen Yuan advises earnestly.