My System Forces Me to Live off Women

The viewpoints proposed by him had to be adopted by Zhao Qingge, who was responsible for the project along with two other professors.

Two hours passed, the group meeting ended, and Zhao Qingge took her three students back to the office for a smaller meeting.

This was mainly for Lu Jing and Lin Zhihui, and Zhao Qingge didn’t discuss their academic topics, but again asked about their future plans.

"You two will be in your third year of research in a few months, what are your future plans? If there’s a suitable job for internship, I can let you go now."

Lu Jing candidly said she plans to take civil service exams and has already started practicing, while Lin Zhihui hesitated and said she hadn’t figured it out yet, seemingly wanting to continue her PhD.

"As I understand, in a while, there are some middle and high schools in the city planning to recruit, and there are a few first-tier institutions hiring counselors..."

Zhao Qingge, with lots of sources, mentioned some job opportunities: "Zhihui, if you still want to do a PhD, I won’t stop you, you can find a mentor yourself, whether here or at Yandu University, I can write a recommendation letter for you."

Lin Zhihui felt a bit sad, but still gathered the courage to ask, "You don’t want to continue to mentor me?"

Zhao Qingge glanced at Li Peifeng and said, "I don’t plan to take more students, I might take a leave to rest for a while."

Then, Zhao Qingge talked about their paper progress, gave some guidance, and let the two girls leave.

Finally having some time alone, as soon as they left, Li Peifeng tried to mischievously hold Zhao Qingge’s hand.

"Let go!"

Zhao Qingge, showing no emotion, threw off his hand and asked, "What did you do after we left yesterday?"

Li Peifeng chose to evade the question, grabbed her hand again, and took out the bank card with a balance of a hundred million, placing it in her palm and said, "We went house-hunting this morning, Manning has a quite nice villa, but I was thinking you and I should have our own place. If you have one in mind, we’ll take the chance to check it out... Oh right, didn’t you want to get a new Mercedes car? What model do you want? I’ll buy it."

"No need."

"Why not? Definitely need one, even if you don’t say, I’ll decide. How about an AMG GT? A sports car, you’ll look so cool driving it."

Zhao Qingge was silent for a moment, then said, "No need for you to buy the car, I already have a house now and it’s quite nice, don’t want to move."

Great, they’re both wealthy, not needing to buy a house after four marriages! Saved quite a bit of money...

Li Peifeng tentatively asked, "Then after marriage, I’ll live at your place?"

Zhao Qingge hesitated a bit, nodded slightly, and emphasized seriously, "Always live at my place."

Oh wow, so cute~

Li Peifeng couldn’t help but laugh, hugged Old Zhao, and started kissing.

"Can’t I live at your place for a while, then go see theirs?"

"No." Zhao Qingge frowned slightly; Li somewhat restrained tried to gently press her lips: "Then come live with us in the villa?"

"Definitely not!"

"So after marrying you, I can’t marry or live with them either?"

"Yes!"

"Then what if I insist?"

Just after he spoke, Zhao Qingge abruptly pushed Li Peifeng away, stared angrily for a while, then her gaze calmed down, "Get out!"

Her lips were soft, but she was really firm too!

Zhao Qingge’s principle was a real headache for Peifeng, this discussion didn’t make progress, but at least he gave away the bank card.

Walking on campus paths, Li Peifeng thought he could only take one step at a time, but a book stall under an ancient cypress on the roadside caught his attention.

The stall was quite large, the books laid on a cloth, covering about twenty square meters. Around were a dozen students picking books, and in a corner of the stall was a small blackboard with two vigorous lines of text.

"One yuan each."

"Selling Poems - Literature Society."

Turning his gaze back from the blackboard to the stall owner, an acquaintance, the literature society head Bai Xiaoyang, or rather, former head...

Before the last semester ended, Bai Xiaoyang, already in his third year of research, resigned from this position, busy preparing his graduation thesis and employment matters, rarely seen by Li Peifeng, naturally leading to a quick greeting upon meeting again.

"Yang, you seem free today, personally here on campus?"

Bai Xiaoyang looked up and laughed, "Same as you."

Li Peifeng gestured towards the signboard, teasingly asked: "Improving literature standards of juniors and seniors? Why sell poems so cheap?"

"Sigh, writing poems doesn’t pay from the state, write them for nothing, sell what you can."

He jokingly said and explained, "Actually, I’m just changing things up before soon interning at a unit. I want to deal with these books I’ve read, too heavy, tough to move."

"Senior, I’ve finished paying, one yuan..."

"Alright, alright."

While they chatted, a female student reminded Bai about something, he realized and tapped twice on his phone, then said, "What’s your WeChat? I’ll send it to you now."

"You add me."

The female student also took out her phone, they added each other as friends, Bai Xiaoyang picked a poem from the many in his notebook and sent it over.

"Thanks, senior,"

The girl politely thanked him, then slowly walked away while looking at her screen.

"Not bad, pretty romantic way to chat someone up."

Li Peifeng teasingly remarked, "But I remind you, you have a girlfriend, isn’t it Xiaorou from the school of Marxism?"

"We broke up over the New Year."

Bai, expression calm, operated his phone, "You’re still single, right? I’ll send you a poem, wishing you to find someone soon."

A wish for a single person? Kind of absurd, though I already have four... no, five girlfriends.

"I’m quite happy, save the poem for hitting on girls."

Li Peifeng sympathetically patted his shoulder, recalling when Bai recited poems and gave flowers to confess to Xiaorou, he and many classmates were present; now they’ve broken up, it was inevitably poignant.

But Li didn’t delve deeply into the topic, Bai voluntarily changed the subject, indicating he didn’t want to talk about it, similarly Peifeng didn’t bring it up, asked about Bai’s found internship job.

Bai said he was returning home to teach at a private second-tier college, had discussed with the unit and mentor, handle school matters and luggage, would go back in three days, then return for the thesis defense and graduation.

Though Li was a year younger, due to early graduation, they had the same dates for the defense and capping ceremony, Bai proposed a promise: "Then we must wear our graduation robes, take some photos under Peony Garden and Le Yu Road, otherwise seeing you again as a friend...who knows which day it’ll be."

He spoke sincerely, almost solemnly.

Li Peifeng was touched; his words made Li suddenly realize just three or four months were left before graduation, stirring emotions of reluctance to leave; not just for the friendship but also a nostalgic yearning for the campus life, solemnly agreeing, "Deal!"

"Senior, how much is this ’Phaedo’?"

"Senior, how do you sell the poems? Can I send you one yuan directly? Can I buy more?"

During their conversation, students occasionally asked Bai for prices, and once finished, it seemed more students wanted to talk to him.

"You’re busy."

Li Peifeng quietly left, with a mindset completely different from earlier walking through the campus paths.

Approaching graduation, classmates were going separate ways, Xiaolu planned for civil service exams, Xiaolin aimed to continue PhD studies, Old Bai would return home to become a young college teacher, Li was considering how to marry four women... They all have bright futures!

"Right, he seemed to have sent me the poem."

As he reached the gate, Li recalled that despite saying no earlier, Bai still sent a poem, feeling curious, he took out his phone;

"Name"

All rivers are unspeakable

In the night we try to remember the mother’s hand

Tree roots are earth’s drifting duckweeds

Rejoin the wandering woman’s bridge at the breach

An ancient lamp inevitably echoes a long sigh

Tonight, time leaks two stones from the fishroach

The storm rises

In the scattered and torn cotton cloth

A human infant descends

Rolling days rush in succession

We look far into northeast mountains

In the dawn, not knowing each other’s names

This poem...

"Not Old Bai’s style at all, he never liked this type."

Li Peifeng wondered, copied and searched, indeed!

Li Peifeng messaged him to question: "This isn’t even yours? You dare sell it for money? Even if just one yuan, it’s a crime!"

Bai Xiaoyang replied in a voice message, sounding calm: "You didn’t even pay one yuan, what crime am I committing?"