Chapter 180: When in a Bad Mood, He Likes Bringing People Meals

Li Hua left, and Jiang Nian withdrew right away.

PE class only had so much time left. With Li Hua there, they could still watch some fun. Li Hua left, and if Jiang Nian kept shooting out there, it would just look like he didn't know his place.

Without realizing it, he had already become the shape of Qingbao's non-stick pan.

"Heading out." Jiang Nian waved and left the basketball court.

Chen Yunyun left with him, her figure slender. Under the noon sun, even in her school uniform jacket, she still had a clean, lively, translucent quality.

The two of them kept about one person's width between them, and she said with her hands behind her back.

"You're really good at basketball."

"Oh, oh, it's alright, I haven't really played much, mainly shooting—" Jiang Nian cut himself off mid-sentence, "—accurate shooting, thanks for the passes."

"No problem, I had fun too." Chen Yunyun's gentle face was outlined by the sunlight. "Because Yuhe was playing badminton, that's why I—"

Hearing that, Jiang Nian was slightly surprised.

"She's still practicing?"

Chen Yunyun thought for a moment, then turned her head and said.

"She holds grudges."

Damn, what a persistent little elementary schooler.

The two walked to the shade of the big tree outside the sports field and stopped. Jiang Nian turned and asked Chen Yunyun.

"I'll treat you and Wang Yuhe to lunch at the cafeteria, how about it? I just happen to want a change of pace."

"Lunch?" Chen Yunyun was surprised. Her first reaction was delight, her second was hesitation. "But I haven't washed my hair yet, I was planning to wash it at noon today."

"Didn't you just wash it yesterday?" Jiang Nian was puzzled.

"You're mistaken, my hair-washing schedule is Monday, Wednesday, Friday." Chen Yunyun's tone was serious and rigorous. "If I sweat, I have to wash it anytime, the schedule can't be disrupted."

"If I can't wash my hair today, I'll take leave tomorrow and go wash it outside."

"Huh? Then forget it." Jiang Nian said.

"No, no, no, how about the afternoon?" Chen Yunyun pressed her lips together and voluntarily raised the stakes. "You don't have to treat me, I'll treat you. I don't want to eat without washing my hair."

"You're not eating at noon?" Jiang Nian was stunned.

"No, I of course—" Chen Yunyun's face turned red, not knowing what to say.

She couldn't exactly say she didn't want to eat with him without washing her hair. Even though it was just the cafeteria, but—

"Oh, oh, I get it." Jiang Nian thought for a moment. "You want me to help you wash your hair, too embarrassed to say it straight."

Chen Yunyun's face went blank. "What?"

"It's not like I can't, I don't have much experience for my first time." Jiang Nian started getting bashful again. "What brand of shampoo do you use?"

"I'm not, you you you—" Chen Yunyun was left stammering by his barrage of words. "I you, never mind, I already made plans with Yuhe to wash together."

Wu Jun Gu sat at the shaded wall base of the sports field, the stone steps where he was covered in a ring of moss.

He did nothing, hands propped on his thighs, staring at the ground in a daze.

He knew Yu Zhiyi was watching this way, whether intentional or not. His body wasn't under his control, and he deliberately performed a nearly decadent scene in front of her.

A shadow fell across him. He looked up—it was Yu Zhiyi.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, blocking out a large swath of sunlight.

"Let's talk."

"Mm."

"First of all, we've already broken up. I hope you can move on." Yu Zhiyi spoke very briefly. "What needed to be said was already said clearly when we broke up."

Wu Jun Gu didn't look up, plucked a leaf and rolled it between his fingers.

"I know."

"Then what are you doing right now?" Yu Zhiyi's expression was displeased. "I mean what I say, I'll be blunt—I'm a pretty selfish person."

Hearing that, Wu Jun Gu's hand rolling the leaf paused, and he said softly.

"I'm not."

She took a deep breath, not wanting to argue about whether she was selfish or not, and continued.

"I hope you be a little selfish, I don't want you to become the old me. Because I have no patience and no sympathy, I don't want you to keep sinking into decay."

Wu Jun Gu didn't know what to say, and stayed silent.

About half a minute later, he looked up.

"Is that all?"

Yu Zhiyi glanced at him and asked, frowning.

"What?"

"If that's all you wanted to say, then you can leave now." Wu Jun Gu stood up, his conflicted heart suddenly letting go, and said calmly.

"I don't care, and I mean it literally."

On the other side of the sports field, Huang Cailang stared at the two figures over there and casually plucked a handful of grass.

"Brother Yang, isn't that Yu Zhiyi?"

"Yeah, they seem to be arguing." Yang Qiming was stirred up by sad memories. "Back at the milk tea shop, she and I used to argue just like that."

Huang Cailang was stunned, thinking how uncouth that was.

"What a shame."

Yang Qiming's gaze crossed the sports field to the arguing Yu Zhiyi and Wu Jun Gu, and a hint of envy surfaced in his eyes.

"Yeah."

Huang Cailang was also watching the argument over there. But he only cared about Yu Zhiyi.

After all, Yu Zhiyi was the biggest he'd ever seen in real life. As for Wu Jun Gu, he couldn't care less.

Sigh, I miss the days when Brother Dong would bring me along to fetch water and sneak peeks at girls bending over.

I had thought it was just an ordinary evening, but it turned out to be a dramatic upheaval in life. As Brother Dong switched dorms, the bond between the three brothers gradually grew distant.

On November fourth, I recall my dorm brothers — all but one are here to pin the dogwood.

Yang Qiming stared blankly for a while, then suddenly stood up.

"Cailang, I'm planning to win her back!"

"Huh?"

Huang Cailang looked up and saw Yang Qiming standing in the sunlight. Suddenly he felt Brother Yang's figure was so towering, and for a moment he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Brother Yang, actually—"

"The day after tomorrow is her birthday. I'm planning to give her a gift and win her back." Yang Qiming's tone was firm, as if he had made some kind of resolve.

Huang Cailang, who had once received the kindness of a bowl of wontons, tried to dissuade Yang Qiming.

"Brother Yang, there's no need. Why not just go straight to her class tomorrow and check things out?"

That sentence carried a slightly unsavory implication — namely, that Yang Qiming's ex-girlfriend might have some new situation going on. Like getting her hair done, or cosplaying a little Christmas reindeer, that sort of thing.

Yang Qiming was displeased, but did not scold him.

"She loves the shrimp dumplings from that place on Jianshe Road the most. I'll bring her a portion. Let her know that actually, every little bit of our love, I haven't forgotten."

Shrimp dumplings?

Huang Cailang was hard-controlled — could it be the legendary thirty-yuan-per-portion shrimp dumplings?

That thing is only four pieces for thirty yuan!

Although that shop claims to be all handmade! But! But even if the shrimp were peeled by the mouths of twenty-eight-year-old maidens, it still wouldn't cost eight yuan a piece, right?

Brother Yang's ex-girlfriend loves them the most? Then doesn't that mean she eats them often!

What kind of family is that!

In that instant, Huang Cailang felt two little figures pop up in his mind. One represented kindness, one represented evil, and they both stared at him in unison.

Almost in unison, they shouted at the top of their lungs.

"But that's!! Shrimp dumplings!"

In a flash, Huang Cailang stood up. He gulped and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Brother Yang! Go for it!"

He really wanted to take a bite of those shrimp dumplings. If he could have just one bite — even if he died, it would be worth the price of admission.

He'd tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use.

Then might as well—

Yang Qiming seemed thick-skinned, but inwardly he was actually quite perceptive. He saw the enthusiasm in his brother's eyes — that was a sincere, wholehearted blessing.

"Cailang, I knew you'd support me." He said gratefully, "Half of my success is yours. Just wait — I will definitely return to the peak."

Huang Cailang nodded heavily. "You'll win, bro!"

An afternoon passed.

During the short self-study period, the class finally livened up.

Jiang Nian sat in Li Hua's seat, propping his face with one hand, idly sweeping through the problems. Beside him sat Yao Bei Bei — she had privately swapped seats with Li Hua in the afternoon.

Girls are really strange. Sitting together with Zhang Ningzhi like two mascots, they didn't even chat during class.

Wait, then what's the point of swapping seats?

"Jiang Nian, what are you eating this afternoon?" Yao Bei Bei turned her head and asked in a low voice. "Let me give you a suggestion — the cold noodles at the door are pretty good."

Hearing that, Jiang Nian shot her a sidelong glance.

"Huang Beibei, do you have a stake in that cold-noodle shop at the door?"

"My surname isn't Huang!" Yao Bei Bei was speechless, but quickly adjusted her mindset. "Forget it, I was just asking if you needed any, and I'd bring you a portion on the way."

"You have a crush on me?"

"Get lost! Narcissist!" Yao Bei Bei gave him a sun-character punch.

"Ouch, that hurts." Jiang Nian was cheekily playful, and quit while he was ahead. "Being a porn censor isn't easy either, but there's no need for you to jump straight to delivering takeout, is there?"

Yao Bei Bei scoffed, ignored him, and spoke up.

"When I'm free, I like bringing meals for other people. And I don't charge a delivery fee, but I only do it for a few specific people. Since you don't want it, forget it."

Zhang Ningzhi got curious, poked her head over, and asked softly.

"Beibei, why don't you ask me?"

"Of course it's because—" Yao Bei Bei explained, "when I'm in a bad mood, I like bringing meals for people. It feels like feeding chickens — cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck."

Jiang Nian couldn't hold it in — his pen dropped onto the desk.

"You want to feed me like a chicken?"

Zhang Ningzhi's eyes went wide and round. She looked at her in disbelief, suddenly curious about something.

"Beibei, who do you usually like bringing meals for?"

"Lin Dong and Tao Ran."

Jiang Nian: "."

Yu Tongjie was waiting for school to let out in the afternoon. At noon, taking advantage of the PE class, he had already gotten in touch with a boy from Li Qingrong's group.

The other boy came from a fairly poor family, was honest and simple, but had excellent grades.

If a top student who had never spoken up before suddenly proposed switching groups, how would Old Liu handle it? Probably, after understanding the situation, he would have no way to refuse at all.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Yu Tongjie's face.

In the afternoon, he would treat the other boy to a meal and nail down the specific intention. At the same time, he would settle the terms — the estimated cost would not exceed a thousand yuan, or even less.

What kind of insight could a kid from the countryside have? He'd probably ask for a pair of shoes, or just ask for money outright.

Never mind that—how much blood can he draw?

Ha.

Just thinking about the wonderful life that would come after switching groups.

Not only would he be able to look up and see Li Qingrong every day, but he could also hear her voice at every moment. Even just sitting there would be a kind of happiness.

Yu Tongjie had sufficient reason—he had to win Li Qingrong over.

Or rather, only by winning Li Qingrong over could he rise above the masses in the future.

The class bell rang, and he stood up from his seat.

Watching his classmates stream out through the classroom door like leaping fish, a smile of certain victory appeared on Yu Tongjie's face. How could sparrows know the ambition of a swan?

This time, he would surely wash away his former shame.