Chapter 147: This Girl Is Gorgeous
Lei Tianming was clearly trying to embarrass Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang hadn't expected to recruit anyone here anyway, but now with Lei Tianming stirring up trouble, not a single person even came close. The few who did were only drawn by the beautiful Yang Jing, but after glancing at Zhang Yang's red handwritten ad, they bolted immediately.
Compared to Zhang Yang's empty booth, Lei Tianming's side was bursting with popularity. The line in front of his company's booth stretched long, and Lei Tianming kept casting smug, taunting glances at Zhang Yang—as if to say, "See? Admit defeat yet?"
"Yangzi, ignore him. We're just here for show anyway. Don't take it to heart. I already arranged with Professor He—we'll meet a few of the students he's recommending tonight. They're our real targets."
Seeing the scene, Yang Jing nudged Zhang Yang gently with her elbow and whispered. She was clearly trying to comfort him.
"Heh, with Sister Jing saying that, how could I stay mad?" Zhang Yang chuckled, his frustration melting away. "Let that idiot show off all he wants—out of sight, out of mind."
"Tch, am I really that magical?" Yang Jing smiled faintly, secretly pleased.
"Of course you are…" Zhang Yang glanced at the two girls behind them idly playing with their phones and thought, whatever, might as well leave before we get in the way of their texting.
Just as he was about to tell Yang Jing, a sudden commotion broke out from the long line at Lei Tianming's booth.
Several acne-faced guys even squealed softly, as if their favorite idol had just walked out naked in a marketplace.
"Xi Chen Goddess is here too…"
"Ah, yeah! Isn't that our school flower, Xi Chen Jinglan? She's actually at this job fair?"
"The eldest daughter of the Xi Chen family—what's she doing at a place like this?"
Shouts and murmurs filled the air, and a few pervs even pulled out their phones, snapping nonstop photos—either to cherish as keepsakes or, more likely, for jerk-off material later.
"Ah, youth is wonderful." Yang Jing sighed beside him like an old lady watching the young.
Zhang Yang grinned, glanced at her, and said, "Sister Jing, you're not that old. I heard when you entered medical school at sixteen, you were the campus belle for three straight years."
"Hehe, that's ancient history. Every generation has its talents. The waves of the Yangtze push the old ones onto the shore. Your Sister Jing's pearls have long lost their shine." Yang Jing stretched her neck, smiling as she looked toward the commotion.
"Nonsense. In my eyes, Sister Jing's the most womanly beauty of all." Zhang Yang couldn't help recalling last night—those tall, snowy white breasts, those long legs, and that faint dark forest. His mouth went dry again, and his lower half stirred restlessly.
"Hehe, you should take a look at that girl first before saying that. Honestly, I think only Feifei could rival her." Yang Jing pointed toward the crowd.
Zhang Yang followed her finger—and froze. Damn, this girl was stunning!
In the sea of people, a tall woman in a white dress stood like a solitary snow lotus blooming on a frozen cliff—pure and untainted.
Her black hair fell straight to her chest, forming a sharp contrast with her white gown. Between those silky strands was a flawless face—perfectly balanced features, elegant brows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, soft red lips, and a fair, rosy oval face that looked sculpted by the gods.
In Zhang Yang's memory, only Yang Fei and Lin Yin could match her beauty. She was about the same height as Yang Fei—around 1.72 meters—and wore white high heels just like her. Among the crowd, she stood out like a crane among chickens, making the shorter guys nearby instinctively back away so as not to highlight the difference.
But Zhang Yang's first impression of her was simple—divine.
Absolutely divine!
She looked like a painting come to life—ethereal, radiant, wearing that flowing white gown like an immortal who'd descended from the heavens. Too pure for this world.
Around her were several 'green leaves,' her companions, who were all quite pretty themselves—but compared to this Xi Chen girl, they seemed ordinary.
Still, gorgeous or not, Zhang Yang wasn't especially moved. Not because he didn't like her—having such an ethereal beauty by one's side would be a massive flex—but Zhang Yang's philosophy was that a woman should be both beautiful and alluring. Pure when needed, wild when desired. Graceful in public, but skilled in private—someone who could rock a short skirt and ride like a pro.
But facing such a celestial beauty, Zhang Yang didn't dare harbor dirty thoughts.
Put simply—he preferred a slightly wicked demoness.
The girl seemed to be heading for Lei Tianming's booth. Her 'green leaves' took the lead, clearly looking serious about job hunting.
When Lei Tianming saw them coming, he got excited instantly, ordering his men to clear the area—apparently preparing a VIP lane for the beauty.
But just as they finished making space—and Lei Tianming straightened his suit, ready to bow in greeting—the goddess walked right past him. Under countless stunned gazes, she glided straight toward Zhang Yang's booth.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang was still debating whether to pack up or not, until a faint perfume—different from Yang Jing's—drifted into his nose. He looked up to see the ethereal beauty smiling sweetly at him, two tiny dimples forming on her cheeks. Unlike Liu Yingying's constant dimples, these only appeared when she smiled—adorably small and irresistibly cute.
"Hey, Nuwa Company!"
The beauty's voice made Zhang Yang nearly jump. It wasn't that her voice was unpleasant—on the contrary, it was like a golden oriole, crisp, sweet, and teasingly soft, enough to make one melt.
What confused him was *how* she said it. "Hey, Nuwa Company!" sounded more like a horny teen spotting a brothel sign or a guy with HIV seeing a flyer for STD cures on a pole.
Everyone froze—not just Zhang Yang. Even Lei Tianming, who had been mid-bow with a smile, froze completely. He had to swallow back his words—"Welcome, Miss Xi Chen"—with visible pain, like a man mid-piss suddenly being forced to shove it back in by a woman yanking him by the balls.