As Chen Yi quickly walked out of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of Xu Xuan’s furious expression from the corner of his eye and had to suppress the smirk tugging at his lips.
If Xie Yaohui hadn’t asked him whether he knew Xu Xuan, he wouldn’t have suspected anything. But to think enemies really did cross paths—it was almost poetic. He hadn’t expected that a single casual remark from him would make Xu Xuan expose himself.
He didn’t even know the man, let alone offend him, so why was Xu Xuan trying to make things difficult for him?
“Chen Yi!”
Hearing someone call his name, Chen Yi looked up and saw Gu Mingxue driving a white MINI—a distinctive little car. Though not outrageously expensive, it was still far from something an average person could easily afford.
“Going to play badminton?” Gu Mingxue asked, rolling down the window.
Chen Yi nodded, and under the envious gazes of everyone around, he climbed straight into her car.
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“Chen Yi, I can’t believe you’ve only trained for a few days and can already rally with me.”
Gu Mingxue wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel, steadying her breathing as she looked up at Chen Yi, who didn’t seem tired at all. She couldn’t help but be amazed that such an unassuming man had so much stamina.
As Chen Yi handed her a bottle of water, someone suddenly bumped into him from behind.
A red-haired man looked him up and down with disdain and snorted, “My boss likes this court. Grab your racket and get lost.”
“This court is ours. You can choose another one,” Chen Yi replied flatly.
The man standing behind the redhead let out a cold laugh. He pulled out a few red bills from his tennis bag and threw them at Chen Yi’s chest with a mocking smirk. “I like this spot. Take the money and scram.”
Chen Yi ignored him and handed the water to Gu Mingxue.
It was the first time Ji Dongqing had been so blatantly ignored. His gaze shifted to Gu Mingxue, and his eyes gleamed with a flash of lust.
“Hey beauty, nice body. How about 10,000 yuan for a night?”
Gu Mingxue didn’t even acknowledge him and stood up immediately, realizing from his gold chain and flashy watch that he was just another nouveau riche thug.
“What are you doing?” Chen Yi snapped when the man reached a hand toward her, instantly stepping between them.
Ji Dongqing rubbed his chin and grinned. “I want the court and the lady. Name your price. I’ve got plenty of money.”
Chen Yi knew better than to clash head-on with such people—it could only lead to trouble later.
“Then let’s play a match. If you win, the court’s yours.”
“No, let’s make it doubles,” Ji Dongqing said meaningfully, glancing at Chen Yi. “Losers have to call the winners ‘Daddy.’ Deal?”
He believed that with his and Gu Mingxue’s coordination, victory was certain.
On the court, their teamwork surpassed even Chen Yi’s expectations—they completely crushed their opponents.
Ji Dongqing had thought Chen Yi was a fat, sluggish guy and Gu Mingxue a weak woman. He didn’t expect to be defeated so thoroughly.
With a dark face, he ordered the red-haired man to pull out 10,000 yuan from the bag and hand it over to Chen Yi.
“What’s this for?” Chen Yi asked with a faint smile, knowing full well the man was trying to buy his way out.
“Take the money and get lost! Don’t be ungrateful!” the red-haired man shouted breathlessly.
“Didn’t you say the loser had to call the winner ‘Daddy’?”
Gu Mingxue’s cold gaze landed on Ji Dongqing as she smirked. “Trying to back out now?”
Seeing that they wouldn’t let it slide, Ji Dongqing turned to run, but Chen Yi grabbed his arm and pinned him to the ground.
“Forget it, having a son like you would be a curse. But you still need to apologize to my friend.”
“Fine, fine! I’ll apologize! Just… let go!” Ji Dongqing grimaced in pain, feeling as though his arm would snap. Rage burned inside him, but under the weight of Chen Yi’s strength, all he could do was obediently apologize.
Gu Mingxue hadn’t expected that not only was Chen Yi fit, but he also had good fighting skills.
“Chen Yi, thank you for earlier. Let me treat you to dinner tonight?”
“No need. I’ve got something else tonight.”
After a short pause, he added, “Next time.”
Gu Mingxue smiled and nodded. “Alright.”
After leaving the badminton court, Chen Yi went straight to his foreign language class. After two hours of study, he finally went home.
[Congratulations on completing Side Mission 1: Successful Job Change. Reward: One Disguise Card.]
[Congratulations on completing Side Mission 2: Badminton and Level 2 Foreign Language Training. Reward: 10,000 yuan.]
The system prompted him to select an attribute bonus.
After glancing through the options, Chen Yi hesitated for a moment before choosing endurance. Find the original chapter at g.com.
[Friendly reminder: Host’s Charm Value is too low. Are you sure you don’t want to improve it?]
“A quality man needs a car and a house.”
The system was stunned. What did that have to do with charm?
[Side Mission 1: Master Wall Chess.]
[Basic Level: Endurance +1; Intermediate Level: +3; Advanced Level: +5.]
Go wasn’t difficult for Chen Yi—he’d played it as a kid.
The next morning, as soon as he arrived at the company, he noticed an unusual silence.
“Is someone from upper management visiting today?”
Xu Dahai looked up and shrugged. “The manager’s not in a good mood today,” he said quietly.
Chen Yi felt a twinge of unease. Then Xu Dahai continued, “A German company’s negotiating a contract with us, but we don’t have anyone fluent in German. We still need to find a translator. Who even studies German these days?”
Hearing that, Chen Yi did a quick calculation—there were only three days left before the German representatives arrived. During his breaks, he immediately activated the system’s language simulation mode.
Whenever he had free time, he practiced secretly. In just three days, he reached professional-level German proficiency.
On Thursday morning, the company leaders arranged for a few employees who knew basic German to help receive the clients, but the manager quickly kicked them out of the meeting room.
Seeing the anxious look on Xie Yaohui’s face, Chen Yi stepped forward.
“Manager Xie, how about letting me try?”
Before Xie Yaohui could reply, the assistant sneered, glancing him up and down. “Chen Yi, you’re just a programmer. What are you trying to show off for? Even Xia Yu, who studied German, couldn’t handle it. You think you can?”
“Chen Yi, don’t make things worse,” Xie Yaohui said sternly.
He turned, only to see the German executives already leaving the meeting room, shaking their heads in frustration, clearly losing patience.
Chen Yi walked forward anyway. Just as Xie Yaohui raised a hand to stop him, he suddenly heard Chen Yi speak fluent German.
“Manager Xie, Mr. Henry has chosen me to oversee this project. Do you think that’s acceptable?”
Xie Yaohui stared at him in disbelief. His blood rushed with excitement—he couldn’t believe that after just a few sentences, the deal with the German company was already sealed!