Chapter 31: Miss Wang Wants a Girlfriend.

Am I weak?

On the way back, Cheng Jinyang kept pondering this question.

How did I, a proficient swordsman, become weak?

Let's compare with the girls around me.

Chu Qingqing... I probably can't compare to her.

Just like her own adaptable personality, her metal manipulation ability is versatile, capable of both offense and defense. She can it transform into various weapons for close combat or into walls to block attacks, making her much stronger in versatility compared to gravitational manipulation.

Why can't his gravitational manipulation change the strength of gravity, only its direction?

As for Ah Zhi, originally he could match her, but after learning about the existence of the Peacock Feather, Cheng Jinyang became uncertain again.

It's like a swordsman facing off against a person and then the opponent brings out a heavy machine gun saying: Sir, times have changed.

Compared to the metallic torrent of peacock feathers, the terrifying destructive power that can lay waste to cities and buildings, my own small-scale attacks like flying swords and cars are utterly weak when it comes to clearing out and cleaning up.

Truly, when it comes to comparing combat strength, perhaps only Miss Wang could be overshadowed by me. But...

Miss Wang's performance may be weak, but Cheng Jinyang doesn't feel any sense of accomplishment.

In short, Sister Xinnan has agreed to help him and Ah Zhi take a week off in the name of special training from the Tianluo department.

To further enhance their strength, it all depends on the effectiveness of the special training in the coming week.

However, training military skills during the day and fighting demons at night means at least 20 hours of effort in a 24-hour period, and Cheng Jinyang's liver seems to be starting to ache.

When the four returned home, it was exactly half past six in the evening, and Chu Qingqing volunteered to cook.

Cheng Jinyang quickly entered lazy mode, lying on the sofa and starting to play with his phone: After all, tired from a whole day's work, and having to fight in the nightmare at night, he might as well take advantage of the opportunity to relax a bit now.

Xing Yuanzhi went to the bedroom as usual, took out the clean clothes she was going to change into next, and then prepared to return to her great and sacred throne in the realm of cleanliness (referring to the bathtub).

At this moment, Wang Wanrou, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly called out to her:

"Last time, the person who helped Jinyang fabricate the bloodline curve was from the Hongnong Yang family, right?"

"Yes," Xing Yuanzhi hesitated for a moment, "that's correct."

"Gender?" Wang Wanrou asked leisurely, "And what about her personality?"

"She's a girl," Xing Yuanzhi replied, "Her personality... is quite introverted."

"So, something's off," Wang Wanrou showed a satisfied expression, "We can give it a try."

"What do you mean by give it a try?" Xing Yuanzhi asked.

"Invite her here as a guest," Wang Wanrou said.

"Hmm?" Cheng Jinyang, sitting beside them, sat up, momentarily unsure of what medicine Miss Wang was selling in her gourd.

As a guest?

"That might be difficult," Xing Yuanzhi frowned, "I've mentioned it before, she's quite introverted."

"What kind of lifestyle is that?" Cheng Jinyang asked curiously. "A shut-in?"

"She hasn't left her bedroom for almost five years," Xing Yuanzhi replied.

Cheng Jinyang: ????

"How does she eat then?" he asked, puzzled. "What about her studies? And doesn't she need haircuts? How does she manage that at home?"

"Her parents take care of delivering meals," Xing Yuanzhi answered. "She completes her studies through online education. As for haircuts... she seems to do it herself, then piles the garbage outside her bedroom door for her brother to dispose of."

"Isn't that just being a parasite?" Cheng Jinyang blurted out instinctively, then realized it didn't sound right.

The so-called 'parasite' refers to someone who has no source of income and relies entirely on others for support.

However, this world is different. Almost every prestigious family provides monthly allowances to all descendants of the family based on their bloodline grade and potential. For example, the Shendu Cheng family transfers ten thousand yuan to him every month.

However, not every family descendant is eligible to participate in family affairs.

In this technologically advanced city where automation is prevalent, there is a scarcity of positions that require human labor. Even for descendants of prestigious families, most of them don't have proper jobs (nor do they need them).

By this standard, the majority of family descendants are actually living off allowances.

"What's the name of the female member of the Hongnong Yang family?" Wang Wanrou continued to ask.

"Yang Wangshu," Xing Yuanzhi replied.

"Well, since we can't invite her out," Wang Wanrou said lightly, "can you introduce me to her, Yuanzhi? I'll personally visit her."

Xing Yuanzhi: ???"

"What do you want?" She looked wary.

"Just making a friend," Wang Wanrou smiled.

There it is!

The long-lost signature fake smile of Miss Wang!

Now Cheng Jinyang could definitely tell something was off. When would Miss Wang, who paid no attention to anyone, be so concerned about an ordinary aristocrat?

Cheng Jinyang turned his gaze, silently exchanging opinions with Xing Yuanzhi with their eyes.

Hmm, definitely fishy!

"Who?" Chu Qingqing, holding a dish, came out from the kitchen, smiling, "Who wants to make friends with whom?"

"Miss Wang wants to find a new girlfriend," Cheng Jinyang instinctively replied.

Wang Wanrou immediately raised her eyebrows, giving him a cold, icy contemptuous look.

Remembering how after Su Zizhong had offended Miss Wang earlier that morning, he found himself trapped in the dark sewer, a victim of her revenge. Cheng Jinyang quickly coughed and said seriously:

"Haha, just kidding, don't take it seriously. I take back what I said earlier."

"Isn't it Wanrou?" Chu Qingqing looked at him suspiciously. "Then who was looking for a girlfriend, you?"

"How is that possible?" Cheng Jinyang immediately protested, "I already have you three, how could I possibly try to flirt with someone new?!"

A wave of icy silence spread through the living room. The girls stared at him with contemptuous gazes, as if he were a disgusting bug, their focus fixed on him.

"What I mean is," Cheng Jinyang quickly corrected himself, "My home already accommodates the three of you. If I were to find another girlfriend, there simply wouldn't be enough space in the room, right? Besides, Yuanzhi is my fiancée, how could I possibly betray her?"

"If there's not enough space, we can just knock down the walls between the master bedroom and the guest room," Wang Wanrou suddenly suggested.

Cheng Jinyang paused for a moment.

This is a despicable and shameful attempt!

"Of course it's impossible," he immediately replied with conviction, "A man's heart can be large enough to encompass the entire world, or it can be small, only able to accommodate a few close friends. You are the most important friends in my life, I don't need more people, I just need you by my side."

The girls: ..........

Wang Wanrou slightly lifted her chin and glanced at Xing Yuanzhi.

Xing Yuanzhi understood her meaning, which was:

Do you see his skill of riding the wind and steering the waves, does he resemble the person I mentioned?

Xing Yuanzhi silently turned her head away.

Not at all!