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[Skills: efficient learning, good at cooking, fast reading, long-term illness makes a doctor, powerful throwing, photographic memory]
[Occupation: College student, temporary tutor, home chef, elite bootlicker]
[Item: None]
[Current status: Dying (modified) → Dying: Ten breaths remain, can survive for one day, and will enter the dying state after 24 hours]
[Note that the random status will be refreshed after 21 hours]
[Status bar level: 3, current points remaining: 21]
Compared to the two-level status bar, the three-level status bar has two more sections: [Career] and [Inventory]. The inventory bar should be used to store purchased goods. Han Zhou has nothing now, so it is none.
But the profession was somewhat beyond Han Zhou's expectations.
The status bar's judgment of occupation seems to be rather vague. In fact, strictly speaking, Han Zhou's only serious occupation at present is college student. The occupation of temporary tutor is actually reasonable. As for the home chef, it is probably extended from the skill of "good at cooking", which is also acceptable.
The generality of career judgment is actually a good thing for him. After all, these can be modified as status. The more careers he has, the more status he can choose.
But there was one thing Han Zhou couldn't understand. It seemed like there was something strange mixed in with the career column...
Can anyone tell me when did dog licking become a profession?
and also……
When did I become an elite bootlicker?
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 43 Maybe it’s because I don’t look like the heroine
There was no problem with the elevator in Huadu Community today.
When Han Zhou arrived at Guzheng's house, the class monitor was wearing a teddy bear apron and cooking soup in the kitchen. The rich aroma filled the air and drifted into the living room.
"Why are you cooking all of a sudden?"
Han Zhou wiped the sweat off his face with a tissue and went under the air conditioner to cool down for a while. After finally cooling down a little, he walked into the kitchen to observe. The more he looked, the more curious he found it.
It is quite rare to see a guzheng player wearing an apron.
Although he knew that this guy could definitely cook, he rarely saw him cooking. Usually, Guzheng's mother was responsible for cooking, and Guzheng was only responsible for washing dishes.
"What do you mean by suddenly starting to cook? I just rarely do it well, it's not like I can't do it."
The soup pot was bubbling. Gu Zheng felt that she was being underestimated. She said while cutting carrots, "Before my mother left home today, she actually said that the food I cook is definitely not as delicious as hers, so I bought some vegetables and planned to let her taste them and face reality."
Having said that, a sneer appeared on her face.
If I'm not mistaken, Auntie is simply too lazy to cook today, so she said this to provoke you...
Guzheng herself should be aware that this is a provocation, but it still works on her every time.
Han Zhou shook his head in his heart, looked around, and asked in confusion: "Are your parents not at home today?"
It is half past four now. Normally, if Gu Zheng's parents are not on a business trip, one of them would be at home at this time. For example, yesterday Gu Zheng's mother was cutting ribs in the kitchen.
"They said they were busy today and couldn't leave. They might not be back until six or seven."
Gu Zheng glanced at him and said, "Oh, by the way, my mother has specifically told you to stay at my house for dinner today and judge who is better at cooking, me or her."
Han Zhou observed her movements of cutting vegetables and found that she had excellent knife skills and cut vegetables neatly and cleanly. It seemed that she had practiced a lot, so the food she cooked would not be bad either.
But he was not interested in being a referee. He didn't want to offend the mother and daughter, so he said, "It's enough to have Uncle Gu as the referee. I won't get involved."
"no!"
Gu Zheng chuckled and said, "My cowardly dad will definitely favor my mom unconditionally. This kind of referee is useless. You are much more fair than him. You will definitely praise me for cooking better."
Han Zhou curled his lips and said, "So what you think of as justice is unconditional favoritism towards you, right?"
Gu Zheng rolled her eyes and said, "Anyway, you have to stay. I rarely cook for you. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get the chance again. Don't regret it later."
"Okay, okay, I didn't say I wouldn't stay, but I'm always impartial and won't deliberately favor anyone. You have to be mentally prepared."
Han Zhou didn't bother to be polite. He often ate at Guzheng's house anyway, so he wasn't embarrassed.
He boasted about himself righteously for a few words, and when he saw the aprons in the kitchen, he was eager to try, "Do you need help? Although my cooking skills are not as good as yours, I am definitely able to help you."
“Very self-aware.”
Gu Zheng smiled with her eyes curved, put the cut vegetables into different plates, took off her bear apron, and said while washing her hands, "But no need, it takes a long time to make soup, so I have to make it in advance. Don't worry about the other dishes, I'll make them when my parents are back soon, and take a rest first."
Han Zhou had no choice but to give up.
The two walked out of the kitchen. Gu Zheng looked up at him for a while, and suddenly said with disgust, "Can you take off these ugly sunglasses?"
Wearing sunglasses indoors was indeed uncomfortable, so Han Zhou took them off obediently, then asked suspiciously, "Did you not laugh enough yesterday?"
"You don't know how to appreciate kindness. You deserve to be beaten by a woman." Gu Zheng punched him lightly on the arm and said unhappily, "I want to see if your injury has gotten worse."
Han Zhou was stunned, and suddenly remembered that although the squad leader laughed non-stop after seeing his panda eyes yesterday, he immediately used a towel to cool his wound. He couldn't help feeling touched.
But when I thought about how this guy continued to laugh and took out his phone to take pictures after the cold compress, the feeling of being touched disappeared in an instant...
He shook his head and said, "It wasn't serious at the beginning, otherwise I would have gone to the hospital yesterday. I should be able to recover in a few days."
Jong Yin didn't actually use much force in that punch yesterday. The main reason he became like this was because his physical condition was too weak. The panda eyes looked a bit exaggerated, but he actually didn't suffer any serious injuries.
Otherwise he might not have been in such a good temper at that time.
Moreover, this punch got Zhong Ling's contact information, which can be considered a gain and a loss. Otherwise, it would not be easy to approach the girl by ordinary means. Now the sisters think they owe him one, so why not let him do whatever he wants?
Miss, you don't want people to know that your sister beat someone up, do you?
Gu Zheng obviously didn't believe Han Zhou's words. She stared at him for a while with a stern face, then turned her head silently, shrugged her shoulders and walked into the bathroom. It was obvious that she was trying not to laugh.
He was still mumbling, "Apply cold compress within 24 hours, puff, apply hot compress after 48 hours..."
Han Zhou knew that he couldn't persuade this guy, so he simply ignored him and sat down on the sofa. He turned around and noticed a photo album on the coffee table.
He immediately became interested and asked loudly, "Squad leader, can I see this photo album?"
"Look, don't make it dirty for me."
A few seconds later, the sound of a zither came from the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water, as if the water was being flushed.
After getting permission, Han Zhou opened the photo album and found that most of the photos in the album were photos of Guzheng when she was a child. She looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, which should be the age when she just entered junior high school.
At that time, Guzheng still had long hair, which was tied into two short ponytails. Her little face was round and quite cute. In most of the photos, she posed with her hands on her chest, with an unwilling expression on her face, and it seemed like she didn't like having her photo taken.
Han Zhou laughed and thought that Guzheng must have been very naughty at that time. Her skin had already been tanned, and she probably ran out to play in the sun every few days.
Further back is a photo of Guzheng when she is a little older.
She still has long hair, but it is no longer tied into a ponytail. Instead, it is loose. Her eyes are not as wild as before. At first glance, she looks quite quiet.
Han Zhou looked at the pictures one by one and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this girl was the type of person who had been beautiful since childhood.
Most of the photos in the album are personal photos of Gu Zheng, and there are also some photos with her parents. It is worth mentioning that as she grows older, the reluctance on Gu Zheng's face gradually disappears, and is gradually replaced by a bright smile.
"This should be a photo from junior high school. The hair was quite long. When did Guzheng cut her hair short..."
Han Zhou was a little curious and continued to flip through the pages. However, when he reached the junior high school graduation photos, he saw Gu Zheng still had long hair.
As far as he could remember, Guzheng had had shoulder-length hair since her freshman year of high school, which meant that she cut her hair during the summer vacation after graduating from junior high school.
The junior high school graduation photo occupied an entire page of the album. Gu Zheng in the photo was still smiling happily, her eyes curved into crescents, and she made a scissors hand gesture to the camera.
But Han Zhou suddenly frowned.
Because what is shown in this photo is obviously not a happy scene.
As a group photo of dozens of people, this photo was taken on a long staircase. The staircase was densely packed with people, but Guzheng was standing alone at the left edge of the photo. It couldn't stand on the staircase at all, and it was unknown whether it was squeezed down by others.
There was an empty seat on the right step, but for some reason, Guzheng did not choose to stand there.
In addition, there was a full body length distance between her and the nearest classmate, with an obvious gap in between, as if she did not belong to this class.
It's like a piece of white paper torn off. It is white paper, but it can't be integrated into the white paper again.
Fortunately, Guzheng was not really alone. There was a teacher standing next to her in the photo, but her expression looked a little helpless.
"What's going on..."
Han Zhou was watching in a daze when he heard a triumphant voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"How about it, I look good with long hair, right?"
Looking back, Gu Zheng appeared behind the sofa at some point, holding a wet towel in her hand, her arms were wet, and the dolphin pendant on her neck was shaking slightly.
"nice."
Han Zhou nodded and praised immediately, and added tactfully, "You look good with short hair now, too."
Gu Zheng was delighted and showed her amazing jumping ability. She supported the back of the sofa with one hand, spun and jumped, and came to Han Zhou's side easily. She sat down smoothly, looking effortless.
She handed over the towel and asked with a burning gaze, "Which one looks better?"
"It's you anyway, so there's no need to compete with me for first or second place..."
Han Zhou sighed softly and applied the wet towel to his left eye. He felt a lot more comfortable in an instant.
The two fell silent.
Han Zhou looked at the graduation photo and couldn't help asking, "But why did you suddenly start growing your hair short?"
"If you want to know why..."
Guzheng picked up the photo album, held her chin and thought seriously, then tucked her messy hair behind her ears, curved her eyes into crescents, and revealed a casual smile.
“Maybe it’s because I don’t look like a heroine.”
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 44 A Little Favor
Seven o'clock in the afternoon.
When Miao Yaner opened the door, she saw steaming food being served on the table. The whole room was filled with a rich and fragrant aroma.
"Hey, is the meal ready?"
She twitched her nose, put down her bag, went to the table to take a look, and said with a smile, "It looks good, but I bet it's not as delicious as what I make."