Chapter 62: We Are All Classmates

Before Yang Tianxing went to university, he was never an obedient sort; he would often go three days without a beating, then actively find some material to hand over to Gao Meilan.

Therefore, when he was rubbed by the sole of a slipper again today, he merely brushed off the dust and dutifully helped Gao Meilan massage her aching wrists.

Gao Meilan was completely at her wit's end and looked at Yang Jianjun: "Did we pick up the wrong child at the hospital back then?"

Yang Jianjun was smoking and gave a bitter smile without speaking, because he knew his wife had other coherent strings of complaints to follow.

"If I had known he was this disobedient, I should have thrown him in the trash can."

"If only the child were all like me."

"It's precisely because of your blind way of educating him that he's turned into what he is now."

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In any case, no matter how the topic turned, the one left holding the bag was always old Yang.

Yang Jianjun was used to it too; he stubbed out his cigarette and said earnestly to Yang Tianxing: "What are you actually thinking in your heart?"

"What I'm thinking isn't important; the key is for you two to finish your meal quickly and go to the Huaqing Palace. Isn't admiring historical relics more meaningful than fretting over the petty feelings of children?"

Yang Tianxing started spouting nonsense again: "Mom, you were using both your palms and the backs of your hands earlier, why not order a pig's trotter to gnaw on for lunch?"

"Don't try to get chummy with me!"

Gao Meilan rolled her eyes at her son: "I'm asking you, what is your relationship with Tan Zhizhi?"

"We're classmates."

"What about Liu Jiaoyue?"

"Also classmates."

"I…………"

Yang Tianxing insisted firmly that they were just classmates, and Gao Meilan couldn't find a single flaw in his story.

Don't ask; if you ask, they're classmates.

Ask again, and they're just classmates with a very good relationship, which is why they helped clean up or buy gloves.

Gao Meilan felt as if she had punched a soft cotton ball, with no way to vent her frustration; in the end, she had to sigh: "Let's eat. I'll just pretend I never gave birth to this son."

After the meal, Gao Meilan and Yang Jianjun left Yang Tianxing at the restaurant and walked away without saying goodbye.

Yang Tianxing laughed and didn't mind; after filling his own stomach, he had the kitchen pack up an order of low-oil stir-fried shrimp and vegetables.

Gao Meilan and the others had eaten lunch, and it was just past 11 o'clock; this shrimp was for Liu Jiaoyue's lunch.

However, Liu Jiaoyue might not have been used to outside food, or perhaps she was just shy; in any case, she was somewhat resistant.

"No, no need, I'll just go to the cafeteria to eat in a bit."

Liu Jiaoyue said softly.

Yang Tianxing felt quite slighted; this was a lunch of love he had specifically brought back.

"Alright then."

Yang Tianxing prepared to pick up the takeout: "My mom asked me to bring this to you. If you don't eat it, I'll take it back and tell her you didn't accept her kindness."

Liu Jiaoyue was stunned for a moment and actually agreed: "Then, then I'll eat it."

When Yang Tianxing heard this, he found it quite interesting: you won't eat the food I give you, but you'll eat what my mom sends.

What's the matter, can you achieve immortality by eating food from Empress Dowager Gao?

"Forget it, forget it, don't force yourself; you're not hungry anyway."

Yang Tianxing put on a stern face to continue teasing Liu Jiaoyue, his hand already reaching for the food.

Liu Jiaoyue was so innocent; she really thought Yang Tianxing was going to take it back, and this was Auntie Gao's kindness.

Anxious, she rarely reached out to press down on the takeout box and stomped her foot, saying: "I'm hungry!"

"Hehe."

Yang Tianxing grinned cheekily: "You really can't take a joke."

Only then did Liu Jiaoyue realize she had been tricked again; she blushed and moved the food further away, afraid that Yang Tianxing would snatch it again.

Seeing Liu Jiaoyue finally eating obediently, Yang Tianxing lit a cigarette with a smile, thinking to himself that his schemes were more winding than a mountain road—could she possibly defend against them?

At this moment, he heard a "pop" sound from the side, as if a bottle cap had been opened.

Yang Tianxing turned his head to look; it turned out Liu Jiaoyue had taken a bottle of pickled mustard greens and chili from her small cloth bag. The bright red chili oil on it made one's mouth water while simultaneously making one feel a spicy heat darting around in the stomach.

Noticing Yang Tianxing's gaze, Liu Jiaoyue shyly moved her food even further away, almost moving from 101 to 102.

"Tsk tsk, a little girl from Chuan-Yu, she really can handle the spice."

Yang Tianxing muttered to himself.

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He didn't plan on attending the first class of the afternoon; someone in Dorm 312 would definitely help him answer the roll call.

He first went to Hejiaying to buy some tablecloths, then turned and arrived at the Chang'an District branch of Shentong Express on Changning Road.

Zhang Liye was on the phone and just nodded slightly as a greeting; Yang Tianxing tossed a cigarette onto his desk and sat on the sofa, waiting slowly for him to finish his call.

Zhang Liye's call lasted quite a while; after hanging up, he looked impatient.

"What are you here for?"

Zhang Liye asked with a frown.

Yang Tianxing knew this wasn't directed at him, so he said exactly what he needed to: "I'm here to borrow a platform scale, some handheld electronic scales, and a large number of shipping waybills."

Platform scales and electronic scales were for weighing objects; Zhang Liye understood immediately that Yang Tianxing's side was about to get on the right track.

This was a good thing, and Zhang Liye wasn't stingy; the branch wasn't short of these things anyway. He even had a courier help deliver them over.

"Zhong Wenhai, this college student will be the boss paying your wages from now on. Go with him and get familiar."

Before Yang Tianxing returned to school, Zhang Liye suddenly reminded him: "Eat less chicken lately. I heard there's an epidemic in the south, and our company's logistics system in Guangdong Province has been greatly affected."

This must have been the reason for Zhang Liye's impatience earlier. Yang Tianxing naturally knew what epidemic Zhang Liye was talking about, and he also knew that Qinhan Province was actually very safe, so he nodded without speaking.

On the way back, this courier named Zhong Wenhai was exceptionally diligent, unwilling to let Yang Tianxing lift a finger for even the slightest heavy lifting.

After returning to the entrepreneurship base, Yang Tianxing discovered there were quite a few people here.

Perhaps because classes had just finished, besides Liu Jiaoyue, several classmates from Public Management Class 2 were present, both boys and girls; they really had treated this place as an activity center.

Yang Tianxing did not stand on ceremony, calling them over to help unload the goods; once the tablecloth was spread on the table and the platform scale and electronic scale were set to the side, the feel of a courier collection point emerged.

According to Yang Tianxing's design, 101 would be the office, activity room, and conference room, while 102 would be purely a warehouse.

Once one's attention is highly focused, time always slips away unconsciously; Yang Tianxing felt he hadn't done much that afternoon, but when he looked up, the sky had already dimmed.

The bustling and lively entrepreneurship base returned to its usual calm; people came and went, but in the end, the one still by Yang Tianxing's side was that girl who blushed whenever she spoke.

"I'm going to find my mom and dad to eat."

Yang Tianxing asked, "Do you want to come along?"

He was quite sincere this time, because Tan Zhizhi had an elective class that evening, and she had complained on the phone that the middle-aged female teacher for the elective was extremely strict—if she skipped class once, her daily participation grade would be wiped out.

"Too, too fast."

Liu Jiaoyue said in a low voice, observing Yang Tianxing's attitude as she spoke, fearing he might be unhappy.

Yang Tianxing chuckled inwardly; given Liu Jiaoyue's current worldview, she truly couldn't accept eating with his parents just yet.

Therefore, the evening was just Yang Tianxing's family eating together, just like those days in Jinzhou.

Gao Meilan ignored Yang Tianxing, so Yang Tianxing chatted with Yang Jianjun, but after dinner, Gao Meilan brought out two boxes, one large and one small.

"The large box has cotton-padded shoes; winter is coming, and canvas shoes freeze the feet. The small box has a pearl hairpin; Little Zhizhi likes these little things."

"We are returning to Jinzhou the day after tomorrow. I can't control what you do, but you cannot accept gloves from two girls for nothing."

The way Empress Dowager Gao returned these gifts was very skillful; she noticed Liu Jiaoyue was still wearing canvas shoes, so she bought a pair of cold-resistant cotton shoes, and since Tan Zhizhi didn't lack such things, she gave her a beautiful hairpin.

Yang Tianxing was stunned for a moment: "Why didn't you give them to them in person?"

Gao Meilan snorted coldly: "Giving them in person would change the meaning. Didn't you emphasize that you are just classmates with them? Then I will arrange things according to a classmate relationship."

"And by the way, I'm reminding you: don't let your classmate relationships become corrupted!!!"