Chapter 21: Senior Won

The evening breeze was cool, gently brushing by.

Chen Yansen sat on the wall beside Tongfei Gate, legs dangling, gazing toward the nearby Chunshen Square.

Old men swaying palm fans gathered in small groups to play chess and chat; barefoot children ran freely across the grass; young people crowded around the shaved ice vendor’s stall.

“Shall I buy two bowls?”

Wang Zihao followed his gaze and spotted the shaved ice stall at once.

It was made by grinding ice into fine sand, then adding fruit juice, raisins, hawthorn bits, and red bean paste—a single bite in summer could chill you to the crown of your head.

Thinking of it, Wang Zihao swallowed hard and volunteered.

“Get one for Meng Jie too—she’s coming over soon.”

Chen Yansen snapped out of his thoughts and nodded with a smile.

With the new semester approaching and him about to leave the small town where he’d grown up, Wang Zihao felt a deep melancholy and insisted on dragging him here to watch the sunset.

Chen Yansen thought: I don’t give a damn about watching the sunset with you—better to invite Meng Jie along and make her pay up on our bet.

Wang Zihao replied with a grunt and scampered down.

Chen Yansen pulled out his phone, opened Mobile QQ, and was instantly flooded with a barrage of group notifications—all pending approval requests.

His top pinned groups each had over two hundred members.

The group names were uniform: all followed the format “2010 Grade Xucheng College - *** College Freshman Exchange Group,” such as Information Engineering, Business, Literature and Media, Music, and so on—twelve such groups in total.

Checking the group files, he found a meticulously crafted PPT feast: the Xucheng College Freshman Guide.

It covered everything—from enrollment procedures, campus facilities, and learning resources down to dorm conditions, food flavors, library borrowing rules—and even gave special reminders for sunscreen, mosquito nets, insoles, water bottles, and umbrellas needed for military training.

The freshmen in the groups all assumed he was a sophomore or junior, never suspecting Chen Yansen was just like them—a freshman.

“My info-gathering skills are still as awesome as ever.”

Chen Yansen chuckled.

He’d gone to great lengths collecting data, designing charts and tables, and stamping the PPT with dense QQ group watermarks—not to be a good Samaritan, but to make his second fortune off these kids.

“Ding ding ding—”

“@Group Owner, Senior, I need a telecom card with a 39-yuan monthly fee—documents sent to your email.”

“@Group Owner, Senior, is the 59-yuan phone card really free with Space Diamond and QQ Super Member?”

“@Bro above, what do you mean ‘really’? Senior wouldn’t lie to us!”

“Oops, sorry, I accidentally sent my selfie to the group.”

“...”

He casually opened a group chat, glanced quickly, then replied with an “OK” gesture.

“Senior won’t lie to you—but I’m not a senior.”

Chen Yansen smirked, muttering to himself.

The package prices and details mentioned in the chats were merely his “upgraded” versions based on last year’s campus card offerings.

In short—he made them up out of thin air!

As for how he’d explain it to these freshmen, he wasn’t the least bit worried.

Once he held the enrollment data of over a thousand freshmen, how could he fail to secure an agency deal with the local telecom provider?

“Chen Yansen, why are you alone? Where’s Haozi?”

As Meng Jie approached, seeing Chen Yansen lost in thought, she patted his thigh and asked.

“Buying shaved ice over there.”

Chen Yansen snapped out of his reverie and pointed to the black, chubby guy in the square.

“Help me up.”

Meng Jie planted her foot in the flagpole socket, extended her right hand, signaling Chen Yansen to pull her up—clearly intending to sit beside him.

“Stay down there—it’s windy up here, unsafe.”

Chen Yansen slapped her hand away, bluntly refusing without any courtesy.

“Pfft—I can climb up myself!”

Meng Jie tried several times but, due to her short stature, always fell just short, finally giving up while still grumbling: “This wall’s too high—if it were the section up front, I’d have no problem.”

“Yes, yes, you’re the best!”

Chen Yansen brushed her off, continuing to tap through the pending approval requests on his phone.

After all, making money was Boss Chen’s main job.

“What do you think if I repeat a year?”

Seeing he ignored her, Meng Jie sulked for a while, but Boss Chen remained unmoved, so she tentatively asked again.

“The right choice, of course!”

Chen Yansen put down his phone and replied seriously: “Don’t fight your dad. Get Uncle Meng to use his connections to get you into No. 1 High as a transfer student. Suffer through a year—you’ll easily get into a top-tier university.”

Given Meng Jie’s family circumstances, she could never have attended No. 2 High—her only plausible reason was her stubbornness, refusing to let her father spend money to bribe his way in.

“If I repeat, we won’t be able to see each other much.”

Meng Jie’s voice trailed off, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face, then she shifted tactics.

“No problem—we’ve got phones, we can stay in touch anytime.”

Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, smiling sweetly, pretending not to catch her hidden meaning.

“Are you pretending to be dumb on purpose?”

Meng Jie finally realized it, her face tense, fists clenched, angrily demanding.

“You started pretending! Someone lost the bet but refuses to pay up.”

Chen Yansen stared straight at Meng Jie.

Since he’d started pressing her for payment days ago, she’d been avoiding him—he wasn’t happy about it.

To dare default on Boss Chen’s debt? Unforgivable!

“You pervert! If you wanna look, look faster!”

Meng Jie lowered her head under his gaze, lost in thought, then suddenly seemed to make up her mind—she rolled up her pant leg, revealing a stretch of snowy white stocking.

Meng Jie was short, no more than 1.55 meters, with a petite frame.

But her proportions were perfect—her calves were pale and slender, like ivory carvings, glowing with soft, alluring luster.

Wearing stockings under jeans—what a show-off!

“Can I feel it?”

Chen Yansen’s eyes lit up. Before Meng Jie could respond, his hand was already on her leg.

“N-no!”

Meng Jie shook her head, yanking her leg back—but the sudden warmth had already flushed her cheeks and sent her head spinning.

“Boss, wanna try some shaved ice?”

Just as she was dizzy, Wang Zihao ran back, laughing, holding three bowls of shaved ice.

“Oh, oh, thanks.”

Meng Jie snatched the bowl in panic, grabbed a spoon, and started scarfing it down.

She dared not look up at Chen Yansen—even a single glance felt like she’d explode on the spot.

“No need to be polite. By the way, when are you planning to register?”

Wang Zihao sucked loudly on his shaved ice, his tongue sticking out from the cold, and only after catching his breath did he turn to ask.

“I haven’t decided yet—whether to go to college or repeat a year.”

Meng Jie gathered courage, glanced at Chen Yansen, then replied.

“No need to repeat. With Uncle Meng’s arrangements, you’ll end up in a bank anyway. Here, whether it’s key, top-tier, or second-tier, it’s all undergraduate—no real difference, won’t affect your future promotion.”

“Better to enjoy college life early than waste a year.”

Chen Yansen pointed to the ground below, speaking earnestly—completely contradicting his earlier words.

“Fucking Chen Yansen! Before you touched my leg, you weren’t saying this!”

Meng Jie’s eyes burned with fury as she silently cursed inside.

Gentlemen, please follow~ Whether this week gets recommended depends on your support.

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(End of Chapter)