Chapter 32: Junior, I'm Your Senior Sister

Hearing the commotion at the door, several people turned to look in unison.

"Want a drink?"

Chen Yansen, holding snacks in one hand and beer in the other, made the proposal with a brilliant smile.

"I-I can't drink."

Song Yang sat on the bed, looking hesitant.

He had mild social anxiety and felt that he and Chen Yansen had only exchanged greetings so far, not yet familiar enough to sit together and drink.

Can't drink?

What a load of nonsense!

In his past life, passing through Qingdao, the two of them had stood on crates and finished a dozen Blue Ribbon 1844s; back then, Song Yang had merely loosened his belt, his face not even flushing.

"Stop talking nonsense! Either you get down here quickly, or I'll come up."

Chen Yansen grinned, issuing a blatant threat.

"Brother Sen, I'll drink with you."

Zhu Xiaopeng, who had just spoken ill of Chen Yansen twice, felt guilty and thought he should at least show some support, so he was the first to respond, approaching with a beaming smile.

"Damn! I can't sleep anyway; it's so hot, and there isn't even an electric fan in the dorm. This is absolutely ridiculous!"

Tang Zhenzhe cursed as he climbed down from his bed, took a can of beer, and gulped down a huge mouthful in one go.

Chen Yansen laid his suitcase flat, dumped out all the snacks, piling them up until they were overflowing; they were worth at least two or three hundred yuan.

"Fellow townsman, you're generous! Save me a chicken leg!"

Wang Zhengqiang quickly flipped off his bed, dragged a chair over, and praised Chen Yansen; after finishing, he turned to look at the remaining two: "Bobo, Yangyang, it's just you two left."

After exchanging a glance, Meng Xibo and Song Yang stopped being coy, said thank you, and then joined the group.

"Brother Chen Sen, it looks like you made quite a bit of money as a campus card agent, right?"

Meng Xibo raised his beer, clinked glasses gently with Chen Yansen, and then cautiously asked.

Whether in speech and behavior or in dress and appearance, Chen Yansen appeared more mature than the others.

Add in an eight-hundred-thousand-yuan Mercedes-Benz, a height of one meter eighty-four, and in the eyes of the group, Chen Yansen seemed to carry an aura of a big brother by default.

Meng Xibo hesitated slightly, then followed Zhu Xiaopeng's example and addressed him as "Brother Sen."

"Actually, not much; just a bit of hard-earned commission for running errands."

Chen Yansen casually deflected.

He knew clearly that earning one hundred and fifty thousand a day would be too shocking for them, after all, their monthly living expenses ranged from as low as five or six hundred to at most two thousand.

"Brother Sen, I heard from fellow townspeople that you give them fifty yuan commission for every card they sell for you."

Meng Xibo didn't believe it at all, because he had already learned about the campus card commission ratio through the hometown association.

"You want to sell campus cards? Sure, no problem, come find me at the telecom event point tomorrow."

Chen Yansen heard the subtext in Meng Xibo's words, didn't want to beat around the bush, and so proactively pointed it out.

"Thanks, Brother Sen; I'll treat you to a meal later."

Meng Xibo was slightly stunned; he hadn't expected Chen Yansen to agree so readily.

As for why not get the phone card from a senior, the reason was simple: he didn't want to pay an extra markup.

"Brother Sen, can I do it too?"

Seeing this, Zhu Xiaopeng couldn't help but feel a spark of interest in his eyes and asked with a flattering smile.

Chen Yansen glanced at them; apart from Song Yang, the hidden tycoon, the rest showed signs of interest, some choosing to speak up while others held back due to pride.

Damn, I originally thought I'd just catch up with old classmates, but I didn't expect him to turn it into an agent recruitment fair.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke: "Anyone who wants to sell campus cards, come find me directly at the telecom event point tomorrow; let's drop this topic and talk about Ah Qiang's love history instead. Did he finally 'lose his virginity'?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, your minds are too filthy; I mean, I couldn't resist the pressure in the end and gave away my first kiss."

Wang Zhengqiang took a sip of beer and said with a mischievous grin.

"Tch—you're such a buzzkill!"

Tang Zhenzhe, who had been waiting for a long time, felt tricked and immediately complained.

"Anyone who thought the wrong thing, go face the wall and reflect!"

This was exactly the effect Wang Zhengqiang wanted; after saying so, he burst into laughter.

Tang Zhenzhe rolled his eyes, muttered "boring," then turned to look at Chen Yansen and asked with curiosity: "Do you really have a Mercedes-Benz E300?"

"I rented it."

Chen Yansen answered truthfully.

However, everyone looked at each other in silence, simply not believing what he said.

Sometimes things are just so helpless: when you tell a lie, others believe it; when you tell the truth, others simply refuse to believe it.

Putting aside the topics of campus card agents and luxury cars, there was still plenty to talk about, from games to comics, from novels to movies, and from funny stories on the basketball court to Japanese action movie actors.

In the end, a round of knowing laughter echoed through the room.

The next morning, Chen Yansen woke up groggily.

"These beasts; as soon as midnight hits, some snore, some grind their teeth, some talk in their sleep; this dorm is like a chicken coop."

Chen Yansen rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but silently complain.

Last night while drinking, everyone had solemnly claimed they never snored; turns out they had just never heard themselves snore.

Chen Yansen got out of bed, picked up his toiletries, and walked into the bathroom.

By the time he returned after brushing his teeth and washing his face, the five of them were still fast asleep.

Chen Yansen changed into a clean, fresh outfit and headed toward the telecom station on Xuelin Road, picking up a few breakfasts on the way past the cafeteria.

As he drew near, he saw a familiar back.

"Xiao Chen, you're just in time. These two students want a part-time job selling campus cards. Talk to them."

Gu Wenwen spotted Chen Yansen, immediately waved, and said, while grabbing a breakfast and eating it without any ceremony.

"Chen, Chen Yansen, this is senior Jiang Ruoxuan from the third year. We want to become a secondary agent for the telecom company."

Song Yuncheng felt a bit awkward, but thinking that the critical period for selling campus cards was the first two days, she could only muster the courage to explain.

With super-affordable packages, the telecom company had attracted the vast majority of freshmen. As agents for Unicom, she and Jiang Ruoxuan already suffered from the disadvantage of poor signal; with this added, even fewer people would be willing to get a Unicom card.

Yesterday, all day long, the two of them had sold only a handful.

"No problem. Twenty cards each, a commission of fifty yuan per card. Leave your contact details and bring your student ID; I need to register."

Chen Yansen spoke calmly, following the procedure without haste.

Song Yuncheng was slightly stunned. She had expected to have to beg Chen Yansen humbly, perhaps even endure some mockery from him before he would agree, but everything was quite different from what she had imagined.

"Did you not bring it, or do you not want to give it? I require ID registration because I don't accept prepaid phone cards. If you are willing to pay directly, that is fine too."

Seeing her stand there stunned, Chen Yansen explained with a light smile.

"N-no, I have my student ID."

Song Yuncheng hurriedly said, then pulled her student ID from her pocket and gently placed it before Chen Yansen. Jiang Ruoxuan, standing nearby, did the same.

"Thank you, junior."

After receiving the phone cards, Jiang Ruoxuan bowed slightly and thanked her with a smile.

"Just thank her. The secondary agent slots were already full. If not for Song Yuncheng's sake, I wouldn't have made this exception."

Chen Yansen made up the excuse off the cuff.

Her identity was obvious; she was most likely the 'senior' Song Yuncheng had mentioned last time. Her looks were average, she wore light makeup, and her face bore an expression of flattery.

Hearing him say that, Jiang Ruoxuan thanked Song Yuncheng repeatedly. Regardless of whether the words were true or false, she had to maintain a generous attitude.

Seeing she was a sensible person, Chen Yansen said no more, waved his hand, and signaled that she could go earn money for him.

"How do you plan to thank me?"

After Jiang Ruoxuan walked away, Chen Yansen looked at the remaining Song Yuncheng and asked.

"I can treat you to a meal."

Song Yuncheng thought for a long time, bit her lip, and finally spoke, as if treating someone to a meal was an incredibly difficult task.

"Skip the meal. Just kiss me."

Chen Yansen flashed a bright smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Song Yuncheng mockingly.

"???"

Song Yuncheng thought she had misheard until she saw the carefree, roguish grin on Chen Yansen's face, confirming she had heard correctly.

"Palm or back of the hand. Pick whichever."

Chen Yansen paused, added further, then extended his warm, slender right hand and placed it before Yuncheng.

It was just a kiss on the hand! I was so scared!

Song Yuncheng let out a long sigh of relief, but immediately she came to her senses; kissing a hand wouldn't do either!

She shook her head frantically in her mind, refusing.

"Unwilling, then give the cards back."

Seeing she hadn't moved for a while, Chen Yansen's expression darkened, and he threatened.

"Junior, I am your senior."

Looking at the students, parents, and teachers coming and going, Song Yuncheng bent slightly, her eyes misty, and pleaded pitifully.

As long as she sold forty phone cards, she wouldn't have to worry about living expenses for this semester, but Chen Yansen's request was truly excessive; she could not do it no matter what.

Seeing her eyes redden, on the verge of tears, Chen Yansen ultimately could not remain completely hard-hearted.

The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing a smile: "Senior, it was just a joke. You didn't take it seriously, did you?"

Song Yuncheng's furrowed brows suddenly froze, her lips parted slightly, words stuck in her throat, leaving only one thought in her mind:

This man is truly a dog!

(End of this chapter)