Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 234 - 132. Cultural Festival (End)

Cultural Festival Day two, Dubian Che hadn’t gone anywhere.

He was in the Executive Committee office, finding a spot untouched by the sun, and from morning till evening, he sat there, re-reading "Don Quixote" in its original Spanish.

Because Jiutiao ijie’s demands during the preparation of the Cultural Festival were very strict, no unexpected incidents occurred during the festival day.

"Let’s go."

Dubian Che, pulled back from the world of his book, looked at Jiutiao ijie with a hint of confusion.

"Closing ceremony," Jiutiao ijie explained briefly.

"Is it that ti already?" Dubian Che looked out the window, where the typhoon had passed, and a gentle, fiery sun hung in the west.

He closed the book, stretched, and groaned, "Hmm—okay, let’s go."

Jiutiao ijie glanced at the table where Dubian Che’s tie lay.

Dubian Che, noticing her gaze, realized and said, "Almost forgot."

If he didn’t wear the tie, the Discipline Committee, always ready to find fault with him, would definitely give him trouble.

For convenience’s sake, Dubian Che picked up the tie without putting down his book, and after so struggling, he failed to tie it properly.

"Can’t you put the book down?" Jiutiao ijie said disdainfully.

"This is called the slip of the wise, wise n have their monts, life needs to be baffling sotis," he said, though he was already preparing to put the book down.

Before he could move, Jiutiao ijie coldly commanded, "Stop babbling, co here."

Dubian Che walked over, and Jiutiao ijie, with both hands, straightened his shirt collar, then ticulously tied his tie.

He could sll the sweet scent of her fragrance, her delicate fingers occasionally brushed his neck, and Dubian Che couldn’t resist using his free hand to wrap around her waist.

Jiutiao ijie slightly lifted her eyes and glanced at him, saying nothing.

Dubian Che asured the width of her waist with his hand; his hand was large, and her waist was about the size of his palm.

After asuring her waist, he explored with his fingertips inside the waist of her pleated skirt, intending to delve deeper when his foot was kicked.

Given that, Dubian Che could only shift his position upward.

He traced the graceful line of her spine with his hand, just reaching her bra strap, when his foot was kicked again.

"Behave."

"Yes."

While Jiutiao ijie was tying his tie, his hand continuously played on the buttons of her lingerie.

"It’s done," Jiutiao ijie finally adjusted the tightness of his tie and said, "If you want to touch so much, co to my place tonight."

"iji, I want to discuss sothing with you."

"What?"

"You know, my future dream is to beco a fashion designer."

"Since when?"

"That’s not the point," Dubian Che whispered into her ear, "Tonight, please support my dream."

"I see."

"How about it?" Dubian Che said expectantly.

Jiutiao ijie gave a aningful smile, looking at him playfully, "No problem. But to be fair, you wear whatever I wear."

"No, I want to be a won’s fashion designer, it’s not suitable for to wear it."

Jiutiao ijie pushed him away, if Dubian Che continued, her lingerie might snap.

While walking towards the conference room, she said, "Whether you want to be a won’s fashion designer or you want to wear a uniform to satisfy your interests, it’s fine, but you wear it first."

"That won’t work, what if I wear it, and you don’t?" Dubian Che followed her.

"Believe it or not, the decision is in your hands," Jiutiao ijie said nonchalantly.

"...Let think about it."

Before Dubian Che could decide whether to take a gamble, they had already arrived at the gym.

Before the closing ceremony started, there were still activities. At that mont, the front stage was filled with waves of sound, presumably from a club’s singing.

"How many programs are left?" Jiutiao ijie looked around.

"Just the last one," one of the mbers of the Executive Committee, who popped up from nowhere, answered.

"Did anything happen in the anti?"

"No issues, everything went smoothly according to your arrangents, Chairman."

"Then why is there still one group that hasn’t gone on stage?" Jiutiao ijie’s tone suddenly turned cold.

The person’s voice trembled uncontrollably, "The light music club requested the guidance teacher for a last-minute performance, the teacher agreed and asked to inform the chairman, I haven’t managed yet."

Jiutiao ijie didn’t speak.

Of course, she wasn’t afraid of the guidance teacher.

In her view, because of just a guidance teacher, her subordinates daring to change her commands was absolutely unforgivable.

When she fell silent, the entire backstage quieted down.

Apart from the Executive Committee mbers, who already knew how formidable Jiutiao ijie was, Dubian Che noticed the nervous emotions of the boys and girls from the light music club, their faces now turning pale.

The sound from the stage, though separated only by a curtain, sounded dull, as if coming from underneath the water.

The silence lasted for a while before Jiutiao ijie slowly asked, "Which guidance teacher?"

"Mi, Miss Xiaoquan Aonai."

"iji, let it go, it’s not a big deal," Dubian Che pushed her onto a chair and sat her down, "It’ll only be ten minutes, I’ll give you a back rub, and it’ll be over."

Dubian Che wasn’t really trying to speak up for the light music club; he was worried about what Jiutiao ijie might suddenly say, asking him to bring Xiaoquan Aonai to her. What would she do then?

But Xiaoquan Aonai was too kind to the students, although that was also her strength.

As Dubian Che pressed on Jiutiao ijie’s shoulders, the atmosphere backstage gradually surfaced and rged back with the front stage.