Chapter 011 (1/2)
The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant
Translator: Jury
Editor: NomNom
First Published on Chaleuria
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Chapter Eleven
“Whoo—”
The moment Ji Linxi opened the door, he smelled something familiar. Then he heard a well-known noise, and he didn’t need to look to know that Ling Miao was eating instant noodles.
“You eat this every day. Careful you don’t become a mummy,” Ji Linxi reminded good-naturedly.¹
Ling Miao chewed at the noodles, resentment written all over his face, as if the noodles between his teeth weren’t food but Su Yuyang.
Ling Miao’s thoughts showed completely on his face. Seeing the situation, Ji Linxi casually asked, “Your first day at work and you’ve already quarrelled with your idol?”
“Don’t mention that bastard to me!” Ling Miao ferociously stuck his chopsticks into the bowl of noodles. “It’s fine that he took advantage of me, but he treated me like menial labor! He lives on the tenth floor, and has no elevator. I carried three big bags of things from the first floor to the tenth and he didn’t even help me. And, even worse, he has no food at all in his house. No seasonings, and he wants me to make food? He’s intentionally poking fun at me. I…” Ling Miao took a deep breath, then picked up more noodles with his chopsticks and stuffed them in his mouth. “I could talk about his evil deeds for three days and three nights and still not be done. The mere mention of him makes me feel like the sky’s gone dark.”
Ji Linxi glanced outside the window. Heh, the sky is dark.
“Oh, so compared to being used as menial labor and being poked fun at, being taken advantage of is a small thing?” Ji Linxi said pointedly as he looked at Ling Miao. His tone was ambiguous and pregnant with meaning.
“Fuck, what’re you looking at me like that for?!” Ling Miao bowed his head again and ate the noodles in enormous mouthfuls, but Ji Linxi could see that the bases of Ling Miao’s ears were red.
“Ling Miao, you actually really enjoyed being taken advantage of by your idol, yeah? Hm, now that I think about it, maybe it was love at first sight once you met the Great Shu,” Ji Linxi analyzed.
“Go to hell,” Ling Miao said without conviction. Ji Linxi’s words—he agreed with the first half, but the second half…
Wait, what’s this “I agree with the first half”? Exactly when did I say I agreed?
After finishing dinner, Ling Miao began writing. Ji Linxi glanced at Ling Miao and sighed.
Ling Miao’s impression of Su Yuyang wasn’t very good, but Su Yuyang’s impression of Ling Miao was the opposite.