I know a little English too.

About ten minutes later, the tour bus was completely full.

A young woman who seemed to be the tour guide stood up in the front row, glanced around the bus, and said, "Everyone, fasten your seatbelts. We're setting off~"

As the engine roared to life and the doors closed, the bus slowly pulled away.

Su Qingci and Su Yang chatted idly, jumping from one topic to another.

When Su Yang first saw Su Qingci yesterday, his initial impression of her was that of an elegant, classically beautiful woman with an air of cool detachment—fitting for her name, which carried a sense of quiet reserve.

But to his surprise, she turned out to be nothing like that aloof persona. Instead, she was a full-blown extrovert, a social butterfly who could strike up a conversation with anyone.

Though she was an extrovert, she didn’t have an overly exaggerated figure.

In fact, if she had been endowed with a pair of overly large assets, it would have disrupted her overall aesthetic, making her look unbalanced.

Her current C+ size suited her perfectly—bigger wasn’t always better.

For that kind of voluptuousness, a slightly fuller, softer figure worked better, like Han Xiaoyu, Lin Yiyi, or that busty Yang Yuwei he’d met back in Lucheng.

Su Qingci stood over 170 cm tall, with a delicate, heart-shaped face and a pair of slightly mischievous phoenix eyes—features that wouldn’t pair well with anything too exaggerated.

"Su Yang, how old are you?" Su Qingci asked, leaning closer with a smile.

"24, but I’ll be 25 in November. What about you?"

"Me? I’m 21, a junior in college~"

"So you’ll graduate next year?"

"Yep! But my birthday’s in November too—what day’s yours?" She tilted her head playfully.

By now, the bus was steadily winding along the mountain road. The sunlight was harsh, so Su Yang pulled the window curtain shut and replied, "November 8th."

"What? The 8th? Are you serious?" Su Qingci covered her mouth in exaggerated shock.

Su Yang chuckled. "Pretty sure I know my own birthday. Wait—don’t tell me yours is November 8th too?"

"Oh, no, it’s not~"

"Then why the dramatic reaction?" He rolled his eyes.

"But we’re close! Mine’s November 6th."

"Oh? That is close. So you’re a Scorpio too."

"Yep!"

"What a coincidence. So, which university in Haicheng do you go to?"

Su Qingci beamed. "Haicheng University."

"Haicheng University? Impressive. That’s a top-15 school in the country."

"Eh, it’s not that big a deal. After graduation, I’ll just end up another overworked corporate drone anyway." She shrugged, unfazed.

Su Yang laughed. "Fair enough."

"Su Yang, what do you do for work? Driving such an expensive car, you must be some big-shot CEO, right?"

"Just a small-time boss, nowhere near big-shot status."

Hearing this, Su Qingci’s eyes sparkled mischievously. "Then… can I come work for you after I graduate next year? Gotta secure my future early, hehe~"

Su Yang found her amusing. "Sure, why not? What’s your major?"

"English."

"Oh? English?" Su Yang suddenly remembered the language skill the system had just rewarded him with—perfect timing to test it out.

The moment he thought of English, the words flowed as naturally as his native tongue.

He turned to Su Qingci with a grin. "What a coincidence—I know a little English myself. Wanna switch to English for a bit?"

"You?" She blinked in surprise.

"What, don’t believe me? Or do I not look like the type?"

"No, it’s just unexpected. Hehe."

"Alright, I’ll switch to English now. Can you keep up?"

Su Qingci puffed her cheeks indignantly. "Su Yang, who do you think you’re underestimating? I’m an English major, you know!"

"Alright, here I go~"

"Bring it on~"

With that, Su Yang seamlessly switched to flawless, posh London-accented English.

The moment he spoke, Su Qingci’s eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

Even Su Yang was stunned—back in the day, the extent of his English was "How are you? Fine, thank you, and you?" Now, hearing his own fluent, native-level British pronunciation, he couldn’t help but marvel at the system’s power.

"Y-you… you actually speak English? And with that accent?"

Su Yang smirked. "Did you think I was joking? Keep going—no interruptions."

They continued chatting in English, but within a few sentences, Su Yang could already gauge Su Qingci’s proficiency.

To his ears, her English was passable at best—though that was only because his own skills now matched a native speaker’s, making even minor imperfections glaringly obvious.

By normal standards, Su Qingci was quite good, easily holding conversations with foreigners.

But when Su Yang tossed in obscure, idiomatic phrases, she was completely lost.

After five minutes of back-and-forth, Su Qingci gazed at him with stars in her eyes.

"Su Yang, stop, stop—your English is too good. You sound like you were born in Britain! Half the words you used went right over my head."

Su Yang grinned. "What can I say? I’ve got a bit of a knack for languages."

Internally, he laughed. ‘If I told you I speak every language on Earth, you’d probably faint from shock.’

Of course, even if he said that, Su Qingci wouldn’t believe him—it was too absurd. Most polyglots mastered maybe ten languages at most.

Claiming fluency in all of them? That was alien-level talent.

And Su Yang had no intention of proving it by rattling off phrases in every known tongue.

"Su Yang, can I message you on WeChat if I have questions about English later?" Su Qingci batted her lashes pleadingly.

With that adorable, earnest expression, how could anyone refuse?

Su Yang nodded. "Sure, ask me anytime."

"Yay!!" She clenched her fists in delight.

[Ding! Detecting host’s elevated mood. Reward: 500,000 yuan.]

For a second, Su Yang thought the system notification was about Su Qingci's affection level increasing—but no, it was just cash.

He queried internally:

—System, what’s Su Qingci’s current favorability level?

[10]

—Slow progress, but no rush. I’ve got time.