To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 728 - 411 Things We Couldnt Do (Part 1)_1

Chapter 728 -411 Things We Couldn’t Do (Part 1)_1

Chapter 728 -411 Things We Couldn’t Do (Part 1)_1

Although Huang Ping’s girlfriend kept saying there was no issue, that the two of them could gang up against one, they didn’t believe they couldn’t come out on top.

But Huang Ping was still scared.

Dragged to the door by his girlfriend, Huang Ping took several deep breaths and finally pressed the doorbell.

“Coming.”

As soon as he pressed it, the door swung open.

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A face that bore resemblance to his girlfriend appeared in front of them, giving Huang Ping a warm smile: “Huang Ping, long time no see. Now that you’re here, what did you bring?”

Although he had already visited once before, that visit hadn’t been very pleasant.

His girlfriend’s parents were both high school teachers, and her father was even the director of student affairs, exuding authority even when silent.

When he put on a stern face, it was imposing without anger, making Huang Ping, a habitual class-skipper, tremble just by looking at him.

Standing at the door for a while, Huang Ping then felt a gentle push from his girlfriend behind him, and he snapped back to reality.

Hastily walking in, he took the slippers handed to him by his girlfriend’s mother, glanced quickly around the living room like a mouse, then pretended to ask nonchalantly, “Where’s Uncle?”

“Over here.”

The stern voice made Huang Ping shiver.

Do all directors of student affairs across the nation speak with the same flavor? Just this tone alone, and you could be Yma in the Underworld!

Turning around stiffly, Huang Ping managed to say, “Hello, Uncle.”

“Hmm.”

His girlfriend’s father didn’t look much at Huang Ping but at his daughter behind him.

And his girlfriend, too, had a grin that was anything but warm, and then she glared fiercely at her own father.

Father and daughter continued to stare each other down until they heard footsteps at the stairwell, stopping only then to enter the house.

The living room table was set with dishes made by his girlfriend’s mother, and judging from the array of food, it was the standard spread for receiving a son-in-law.

It was just the right time for dinner, so his girlfriend’s mother led Huang Ping straight to the table and asked, “Would you like some wine?”

Huang Ping wanted to say no, but he feared her father might want to drink. Amidst his indecision, the director of student affairs had already said, “No need, there are matters to attend to afterward.”

Matters to attend to?

What matters?

To give me a beating?

Huang Ping immediately began to ponder if he’d done something outrageously wrong, and thinking it over, there seemed quite a few possibilities.

The most likely was that he’d eloped with the man’s daughter and then reported after the fact, having got their marriage documentation in secret.

In the eyes of the director of student affairs, Huang Ping was nothing but a dubious little rascal who had sweet-talked his treasured daughter into running off together, and it would not be surprising to get beaten on the spot if caught.

As Huang Ping wallowed in his worries, his father-in-law was already seated primly, then he said, “Let’s eat.”

This might have been the most excruciating meal Huang Ping had ever eaten.

In his girlfriend’s home, the dining table was a place of silence during meals; they didn’t talk to each other or offer dishes, barely speaking even a word while eating.

Perhaps it was because of the repressive environment they lived in, but when Huang Ping dined with his girlfriend, she always had much more to say, sometimes overwhelming him.

Fair to say, the quality of the meal was excellent, Huang Ping’s girlfriend probably inherited her cooking skills from her mother.

But no matter how good the food was, it couldn’t compensate for the oppressive atmosphere, which only exacerbated Huang Ping’s anxiety.

Finally, after finishing the meal, Huang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to go to the kitchen to wash dishes and improve his impression, but then he heard the director of student affairs say, “Huang Ping, come over here for a moment.”

Here it comes!

What was inevitable, still came.

Walking slowly towards the study, Huang Ping passed by his girlfriend, who stuffed her taser into his hand, whispering, “Attack from both sides, give that old guy a profound lesson.”

“But he’s your dad!” Huang Ping whispered back, puzzled.

“Yeah, but he’s not your dad, is he?”

His girlfriend patted Huang Ping firmly on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and then went to help her mother with the dishes in the kitchen.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was much warmer compared to the rest of the house, the mother and daughter seemingly having endless things to talk about, which Huang Ping envied immensely.

“Huang Ping!”

Hearing the director of student affairs call out a second time, Huang Ping knew he couldn’t avoid it any longer.

Dragging his feet into the study, he felt as though he was just short of a self-criticism letter.

Inside the study, the director of student affairs was sitting at his desk, his back to Huang Ping.

Upon hearing the door open, he casually turned off the monitor, took a sip of wolfberry tea from his thermos.

After drinking, he glanced back at Huang Ping, who was still by the door, and said dissatisfiedly, “Sit down.”

“Alrighty.”

Meekly sitting on the sofa, Huang Ping became even more nervous.

Even now, he couldn’t understand why the director of student affairs’s attitude towards him had suddenly changed.

Just a while ago, he had been ranting about his girlfriend ruining the family reputation, and now they were suddenly asked back for dinner. Huang Ping had no clue what had transpired in between, and that was the eerie part of it all.

After a lengthy silence, the director of student affairs spoke, “Work’s going okay?”

“Yeah, still doing those bloody, violent things that corrupt the youth.”

“Hmm?”

Huang Ping just wanted to slap himself.

Why had he parroted back what the director of student affairs had previously said? The statement sounded sarcastic, especially because it was something the other had said before, like a boomerang with a 200% return rate, dealing a critical hit to the recipient.