In the room, Ye Chen finished tutoring the two of them in Physics, then mysteriously pulled out several pieces of clothing.
Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo were both stunned.
"Ye Chen, what are these?"
"These are our Hot Pot Restaurant uniforms—try them on first." Ye Chen said with a straight face.
At the sight of the uniforms, Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo's pretty faces turned red.
These clothes were way too embarrassing.
Ye Chen looked at the garments on the bed, couldn't hold back, and a lecherous grin crept onto his face.
Fortunately, Taobao already existed in 2008; as long as you had money, black stockings, cosplay outfits, office-lady suits and maid dresses were all purchasable.
Thank you, omnipotent Taobao.
Ye Chen was judging with an adult's eye, yet Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo were still eighteen-year-old high-schoolers!
Seeing the two hesitate, Ye Chen hurriedly continued his coaxing.
"Think about it—our hot-pot place needs a unique gimmick to get popular, and this is it."
Li Sitong suddenly gave a cold laugh: "Hmph, keep spinning your tale; we definitely won't fall for it."
Xia Yingluo, her face also red, said, "No way, these clothes are too shameful—I won't wear them."
Ye Chen said, "Hey, it's really for our restaurant's image; staff have to dress uniformly. I hand-picked these work uniforms and just want to see how they look."
Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo exchanged glances, then shook their heads firmly.
"No, we refuse to wear something like this."
Today his parents were luckily out—an once-in-a-blue-moon chance—so Ye Chen had sent Xu Liang away and asked the girls to try the outfits.
Ever since buying the clothes, Ye Chen had kept wondering how the two girls would look in them.
Now the opportunity had come; Ye Chen didn't want to miss it, so he kept persuading them.
"Si Tong, Yingluo, look, this is all for our Hot Pot Restaurant; now's the time to test whether you're willing to sacrifice for our cause."
No matter how he tried to fool them, their stance remained rock-solid—they simply wouldn't agree... Ye Chen sighed.
Looks like the plan had still failed.
Maybe, for Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo in 2008, these clothes really were a bit too risqué!
But Ye Chen wasn't in a hurry.
These things can't be rushed; after all, the Cultivation path is long—this is just a small pothole.
Putting the outfit matter behind him, Ye Chen began explaining a Math Paper to them again.
However, he didn't notice that while Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo were listening, they were somewhat absent-minded; both kept sneaking glances at the clothes on the bed.
After working through a few questions, Ye Chen said, "You two digest this first; I'm going to the Bathroom."
When Ye Chen came back, he pushed the door—only to find it actually locked.
Hmm!
Why's the door locked?
Ye Chen was taken aback.
He knocked, and Li Sitong's voice came from inside: "Hold on a minute."
Ye Chen was speechless—what on earth were these two girls doing in there?
After quite a while, the sound of the lock finally came.
Ye Chen pushed the door open and instantly gaped in shock at the Blood-rushing scene before him.
Li Sitong had changed into the cosplay uniform.
Xia Yingluo, meanwhile, was in the maid dress.
Both of their legs were clad in the black stockings he'd bought.
The two garments were already sexy on their own.
Worn by the two pretty girls, plus the black stockings, they were irresistibly alluring!
Especially when paired with Li Sitong and Xia Yingluo's shy yet innocent expressions.
The effect was simply explosive!
Ye Chen admitted that, in this life and the previous one combined, this was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
He had never imagined that two innocent girls could look so gorgeous, so tempting, so heart-stirring in these outfits!
Ye Chen hadn't expected the two girls to give him such a huge pleasant surprise together.
Suppressing the thrill in his heart, he asked, "Didn't you two say you wouldn't wear them?"
Li Sitong rolled her eyes at him: "Hmph, Yingluo just said she didn't want to disappoint you, so we put them on."
Looking at the two girls' blushing, bashful faces, Ye Chen felt a warm surge in his heart.
Li Sitong waved her little fist and said, "But just this once—never again."
After seeing the two girls off, Ye Chen gazed at the seductive uniforms and black stockings on the bed, feeling delighted.
He picked up the black stockings, just about to store them away in the cupboard.
Suddenly the door was pushed open; Mother Ye walked in holding two Grilled Kidneys, happily saying, "Son, look what Mom brought you."
But when she saw the black stockings and maid dress in Ye Chen's hands, she froze on the spot.
"Mom, it's not what you think."
Ye Chen was torn—should he sell out Yingluo or Si Tong, or admit he liked Cross-dressing?
...After finishing the kidneys his mom had bought, Ye Chen sat down in front of the computer.
By now, getting into Peking University or Tsinghua was basically in the bag, so he wanted to find a Part-time Job.
After all, all his money was tied up in bitcoin; if he needed cash urgently, having none on hand wouldn't do.
Ye Chen browsed the part-time sites—there were all sorts of gigs.
2008 was the take-off phase of China's economy, so the part-time market was huge.
As long as you had ability and were willing to work, finding a side job was easy.
Only, those jobs were either too exhausting or too time-consuming—none met his eye.
He had just one day a week to spare for a part-time gig.
That single condition alone ruled out most openings.
On top of that, the pay couldn't be low, the work couldn't be tiring, the environment had to be decent, and it'd be even better if it expanded his knowledge... After filtering, such a job was hard to find.
A Senior Year of High School student—no degree, no qualifications—finding such an easy gig would be abnormal.
After more than an hour of searching, Ye Chen still hadn't found his ideal job.
Hey, are my demands really that high?
Not at all—this life he had the System at his side; he couldn't possibly deliver Food Delivery.
Just then, Ye Chen's eyes lit up as he spotted a part-time ad.
"Tutor Wanted"
"Hmm!"
This gig looked good.
Might as well give it a shot.
After all, he was Jiangzhou Middle School's Top Scorer in the National Higher Education Entrance Examination, even Teacher Wang admired his tutoring skills.
Ye Chen checked the requirements.
Classes on Sunday, Three Hours, subjects: Senior Year Physics and Math, One Thousand Yuan per Hour.
Age Not Over 40, Decent Appearance, No Bad Habits!
Ye Chen's heart brightened—this ad didn't mention academic credentials at all.
Perfect, this is the one.
High pay, easy work, and a family willing to pay a thousand yuan an hour must be well-off; the key point—no degree required—tailor-made for him!