I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse Chapter 1472 - 1473: She is beautiful, beautiful in appearan

"Who you like is of course none of my business, but anything and everything related to Zisu, I, Yu Zixiao, must intervene. Zisu is mine!"

"Oh really? Yours? Hmph, just a plaything after all." Chen Susu’s face was full of disdain, but then her tone changed, turning sarcastic, "The problem is, Top Scholar Yan doesn’t feel anything for you, the rich young master. You’ve been classmates for over a year, yet you haven’t spoken as much as they just did, have you?"

"Whatever I, Yu Zixiao, want, no one can take away!"

"Then I’ll wait and see."

Chen Susu was about to leave, but Yu Zixiao called her again: "How about we join forces?"

Chen Susu was taken aback, frowning her carefully grood brows, and looked at Yu Zixiao with a puzzled gaze.

"I want Zisu, and you like that Li Muyun. It seems we’re on the sa front." Yu Zixiao saw that Chen Susu hadn’t left, and a smile appeared on his handso face, a smile that many girls adored.

However, Chen Susu snorted coldly, "Sorry, I’m not accustod to collaborating with anyone, and I can’t trust you! There’s not a single good thing in your Yu Family!"

Seeing Chen Susu about to leave, Yu Zixiao confidently said, "Don’t be in such a hurry to go. You probably don’t know, my third uncle has a peculiar hobby. He secretly records all the won he’s toyed with. Heh, you’re one of them too. I can tell that guy doesn’t really like you, probably because of those rumors."

"But rumors are just rumors. If not seen with one’s own eyes, there wouldn’t be much resistance. But I can guarantee, if I release those photos and videos, soon your na, Chen Susu, will have ’.AVI’ attached, hahaha, I’m really looking forward to it!"

As Yu Zixiao spoke, his words beca more and more exaggerated, and his originally handso face twisted into sothing grotesque.

Chen Susu forcibly suppressed the urge to stab Yu Zixiao, her body and mind already trained to be extrely resilient, quickly cald down, fixed her eyes on Yu Zixiao, and said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"

"I was pretty clear just now, the two of us collaborate and each gets what they want."

After a mont of calm reflection, Chen Susu looked up at Yu Zixiao and asked, "What’s your plan?"

Looking at Chen Susu, Yu Zixiao internally sneered, "Hmph, the fish is on the hook."

Beside the library, in a small pavilion, you lift the flower-patterned cloth and discover two lunch boxes, one large and one small. Naturally, you open both boxes and find that the contents are the sa, just in different portions.

The lunch boxes have three layers: the first layer is cold white rice, the second layer is sautéed shredded cucumber with egg and stir-fried mung bean sprouts; the third layer surprises you a little, appearing at first to be braised pork, but on closer inspection, it’s actually braised tofu.

Without saying a word, you pick up your chopsticks and place a piece of braised tofu into your mouth. As the taste fills your mouth with sweetness and fragrance, you notice Yan Zisu half-lowering her head, hesitating to speak.

"What’s wrong?" you ask.

"Th-those chopsticks are what I use."

Yan Zisu’s face slightly reddens, with a hint of shyness that’s breathtakingly beautiful.

You look down and suddenly realize it. Indeed, Yan Zisu had divided the chopsticks into two kinds: those in the bamboo basket were new, light-colored bamboo; the ones in your hand were the kind used for a long ti, dark brown.

"Oh, what’s the harm? I’ll use your chopsticks, and you use the new ones."

Yan Zisu looked at you and nodded slightly; although you both had known each other for so ti, she still seed very shy, very restrained.

But it is precisely this nature that made you care so much for Yan Zisu. Such girls are nearly extinct these days!

This is not a joke but a real phenonon.

You don’t know what others think, but your aesthetic and way of handling things have always been like this.

In your view, the most beautiful won in the world only appear in China.

So might say that the won of Yamato are equally beautiful, intelligent, reserved, and graceful, comparable to Huaxia won. But those who say so are outsiders because they don’t understand the true aning of beauty.

When talking about beauty, it must first be differentiated from re prettiness and cuteness.

In China, when seeing a woman with decent looks, people usually praise her for being pretty; similarly, in Yamato, they would use "cute" to comnd her.

Here, it’s about appearances, as after all, it’s the first eting, and it’s unlikely to directly say sothing like "Wow, you are truly beautiful" or "Hello, you are so beautiful."

Only after a period of acquaintance can you comnt, "She’s very beautiful, beauty in appearance, and even more so in the heart."

The ancient Huaxia description of a beauty starts with "beauty in appearance, wisdom in the heart," and many cultured won have always been this way.

Although Yamato have borrowed, learned, and continued many aspects of Chinese civilization and customs, they are, after all, not the sa race as Huaxia people. People of Yamato don’t place much value on chastity, whereas it’s sothing Huaxia people hold dear. Moreover, the people of Yamato, both n and won, inherently possess a sense of subservience. Under pressure, they’ll only grit their teeth and endure, never thinking of resisting.

If a Yamato woman is forcibly deprived of chastity, she will choose only to survive miserably or submit in humiliation; whereas if it were a Huaxia woman, so would certainly choose to end their lives, and those of steadfast nature might even bring their oppressor down with them.

Of course, there’s no point in discussing this in depth, as everyone has their own scale in their heart.

Thus, Yamato won have already lost the most precious thing; secondly, their pursuit of love is fleeting, coming in phases.

A Huaxia woman can wait a lifeti for a young love, for a sense of spiritual belonging.

Of course, such won are rare, extrely rare!

And such people are what countless Huaxia n strive, pursue, and even dream of.

In China, most dia, be it online, on TV, or on the streets, are obsessed with crude matters.

Every day they shout about beauties, whether enhanced or surgically altered; as long as the facial proportions are right and the appearance decent, with a couple of enhancents, they can be packaged as "beauties" for display.

Such people are everywhere, and in your class, Chen Susu is a standout.