Chapter 164: An Unaccountably Eerie Atmosphere

Things having reached this point, how could Zhang Qunying not know that stealing images was a violation of the rules? After a moment of decadence, she bit her red lip lightly and said powerlessly, "Forget it, let's just treat this as a lesson learned. At least the shop is still there. Later, we'll calculate things together and start over from scratch by taking our own pictures."

"I'll go to the factory to pick up some goods first and send out the accumulated orders."

After this period of operation, Zhang Qunying had a clear understanding of online shop management. She had sufficient confidence that she could make a comeback; a small setback could not defeat her.

Arriving at Yancheng Clothing Factory, Zhang Qunying, as usual, found Han Yi to prepare to purchase the necessary clothing—one batch for express delivery and one batch for store sales.

However, the next sentence from Han Yi left her at a loss.

"Sorry, the factory will no longer provide you with any clothing from now on."

Zhang Qunying was stunned. At this moment, she did not yet know that her image-stealing had been discovered. She curiously asked for the reason, and Han Yi replied, "The reason cannot be disclosed. Please leave immediately; from now on, the factory will forbid you from entering."

At this moment, Zhang Qunying woke up as if from a dream. She guessed that her image-stealing had been exposed. Although she did not know how the other party had discovered it, that was no longer important.

Perhaps the removal of her items was the work of Yancheng Clothing Factory. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? The items had just been forcibly removed, and the factory had immediately indicated a permanent refusal to cooperate.

Hah! The reaction was certainly ruthless and decisive.

Zhang Qunying was not overly angry. If this place won't keep me, there are other places that will.

There are so many clothing factories around; I don't even care anymore!

The two construction teams worked with great skill, staying busy until 9 o'clock in the evening. As the night deepened, the installation of the radiators was successfully completed.

The efficiency was nothing if not fast!

Feeling the warm breath in the air, Shen Yan took off his coat and stretched comfortably.

As the saying goes, "Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all."

This feeling of spending lavishly and indulging oneself was truly fascinating.

Wu Yueer looked around and sighed, "Two rich snobs, being this extravagant simply leaves no way for ordinary people to live."

To this, Chen Shanni only gave a sweet smile and did not take it to heart. Having spent so long together, how could she not know Wu Yueer's personality?

Over the next few days, the winter atmosphere grew thicker. The cold wind was biting, and when it blew against one's face, it felt like needle pricks.

Those girls who cared about beauty no longer dared to bare their legs; they either put on thick leggings or wrapped themselves in "bare-leg artifacts." The more cold-sensitive ones went straight for the two-piece set: fleece-lined trousers plus long johns.

The boys sighed, exclaiming that this season was truly unfriendly.

On Friday afternoon, Wu Yueer, wearing a light yellow long down jacket, sat comfortably in the back row of the lecture hall. Her slender jade legs, tightly wrapped in "bare-leg artifacts," were crossed, looking like a pair of finely carved works of art. Inside the down jacket was a gray sweater, giving a warm and soft feeling, and she paired it with a simple black skirt that covered half of her thighs.

A pair of black over-the-knee boots on her feet not only provided extra warmth but also made her legs look even more slender.

She sat in her seat, boredly playing with her phone, occasionally sweeping a glance at Shen Yan.

He looked handsome no matter how she looked at him!

Lin Yang started to look for a topic, saying that everyone knew people from the Northeast were all skiing experts, and as a genuine Northeasterner, Wu Yueer must be very good at skiing too.

Wu Yueer looked proud: "Needless to say, have you seen 'treading on snow without leaving a trace'? Have you seen 'bottom-fishing for the moon'? And the 360-degree mid-air spin—I'm not bragging to you... I can't do any of these."

"Cough, cough!" Lin Yang couldn't hold it back and choked on his own saliva.

Having just finished operating a ten-million-fund move in the stock market, Shen Yan was still feeling a bit stirred up, and this sudden, unexpected "sassy" remark almost threw his back out.

If this glib tongue didn't go to the Crosstalk Troupe, Old Guo would have lost half his empire.

"An old lady crawling into a quilt—you've cracked me up. If you can't do it, what are you showing off for?" Shen Yan gave her a look of annoyance.

Wu Yueer chuckled; life was boring, so one had to find some fun for oneself occasionally.

As a genuine Northeastern Huniu, how could she not know how to ski? But it wasn't as exaggerated as the rumors of everyone being an expert.

Simple gliding on snow was no problem.

Lin Yang fawned, "Yue'er, I'm a total beginner. You have to teach me when we go to Jiangnan Tianchi next week."

"Easy! Easy!" Wu Yueer waved her hand heroically, remembering that Shen Yan was born in a coastal city and rarely saw snow, so he must be a greenhorn too.

Just as she intended to show off, the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.

It was only because this guy was a monster, a big pervert; he might turn into a skiing expert in the blink of an eye. It was better not to wield a broadsword in front of Guan Gong and overestimate her own abilities.

As if thinking of something, Wu Yueer reached out and lightly stroked Shen Yan's thigh, asking in surprise, "You're not wearing long johns? Isn't it cold like this?"

Shen Yan glanced at those "bare-leg artifacts" and gave her a deadpan look. "Before you say that, do you want to look at the stockings on your own legs first?"

"Pfft! You don't understand. This is called a 'bare-leg artifact.' It's fleece-lined and thickened inside; its warmth-retaining ability beats your pants by ten blocks."

While speaking, Wu Yueer reached out and pinched the stockings; the elastic touch was as soft as a cloud.

This just proved the unique advantage of the "bare-leg artifact" in terms of warmth.

Shen Yan really didn't understand this stuff. Every winter, whenever he saw girls on the street who wanted style over warmth, he would secretly complain in his heart that they would definitely get arthritis in the future.

Now it seemed that he was the one who was narrow-minded.

Wu Yueer chattered on about a bunch of things: in the Northeast, men wore at least two layers of pants at this time. Don't look at Hangzhou's surface temperature being higher than the Northeast; it was actually damp and cold, and if you didn't wear long johns, you'd definitely get frostbite.

Shen Yan laughed. Located in a coastal city, he hadn't known what long johns were since middle school. Lin Yang agreed, "Young people in the South rarely wear long johns. If word got out, people would definitely laugh at us."

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Wu Yueer looked like her worldview was shattered. Are Southern men all this resistant to the cold, not even wearing long johns?

Just then, the atmosphere in the classroom, which had been as calm as water, suddenly changed, as if a small stone had been thrown into a still lake, causing ripples to spread.

The students who had been studying intently began to whisper to each other. The sound of murmurs rose and fell, like countless mosquitoes flapping their wings at the same time, emitting an irritating buzzing sound.

The noisy sound gradually became louder, even drowning out the teacher's lecture. The teacher angrily pulled a long face and shouted, "Quiet!"

Under normal circumstances, the students would surely be cowed by the teacher's majesty and fall silent. However, at this very moment, the students turned a deaf ear, and more and more people began to frequently turn their heads, casting their gazes toward the back row.