Chapter 181: (Thanks to Alliance Master Jingxu Big Shot Big Shot's Tip) Don't Get Cocky, My Parents Are Working Hard Too

After school in the afternoon, Jiang Nian slowly stood up.

Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him, curious.

"Why aren't you going to rush for food?"

"Oh, I'm going to the dorm cafeteria, someone's treating me to a meal." Jiang Nian was always honest. "The road is so crowded, easy to lose your pants running through it."

Lose your pants?

Zhang Ningzhi detected a tiny bit of pervert value.

But the moment she remembered it was Jiang Nian, it suddenly felt reasonable again.

"Is the cafeteria over there really good?"

"Not bad, I guess it's edible." Jiang Nian spoke the truth. "The cafeteria by the teaching building, I've gotten a bit tired of it, switching things up once in a while."

"You fickle radish." Yao Bei Bei cut in.

After the joint exam, Yao Bei Bei had become even more active.

Since her harem of concubines was vast, Jiang Nian couldn't be bothered to ask her why she'd been so down lately.

Maybe the celebrity she was a fan of cheated on fans again?

Or simply hormonal imbalance.

In short, don't go randomly guessing the worries of a seventeen-year-old girl.

Ask one and they're all more ridiculous than the last—either hungry or sleepy, or wanting under-eye bags and fair skin.

Or. Crying auntie, why!! (hugging head, crying bitterly) Auntie came a little late (early)!

"You're eating a meal and still minding so much, take a punch." Jiang Nian had already grasped the mystery of the Sun-character straight punch; one punch down was super perverted.

"Hmph, the cafeteria's food isn't even as good as mine." Yao Bei Bei talked tough.

Zhang Ningzhi's eyes lit up, looking at her.

"Beibei, you can cook?"

Yao Bei Bei swept the loose hair on her forehead behind her ear, and said it lightly.

"Yeah, very simple, watched a tutorial and learned."

Jiang Nian sneered, unable to hold back.

"You've watched tutorials, but have you seen a doctor?"

"You! You're the one with the brain problem!" Yao Bei Bei flared up in anger, hugged Zhang Ningzhi, "Boohoo, Zhizhi baby he's bullying me, hurry and rein him in!"

Damn, yellow-tea bitch!

"Stop bullying Beibei." The sugar daddy Zhizhi opened her honored mouth.

"OKOK, give the slow-witted a little love." Jiang Nian retreated, and once he retreated it was seven or eight steps. "Going to eat, fam, you guys carry on, I'm heading out first."

The corridor outside the classroom.

Lin Dong had recently discovered a money-making opportunity online, more precisely, someone mentioned it while chatting online.

Posting ads on Moments, three or four yuan each. Doing tasks could level you up, and after reaching a designated rank you could invest into it, the money earned could be seen every day.

He knew something was off about it, but still wanted to try.

He planned to head back to the dorm to lie down, wait until almost evening self-study then go to the dorm cafeteria to eat.

The upside was, this way not only could he get a nap in the dorm, the lunch lady would give a bit more when dishing out food. All in all, he could save out the cost of a late-night snack.

His family was well-off, he got around two thousand yuan in pocket money each month. Even spending lavishly, bit by bit he could still save several hundred each month.

He hadn't thought about saving before, now he wanted to scrape together a bit of seed money.

Lin Dong had always fantasized that he was a handsome, rich second-generation rich kid, but unfortunately his old man, though capable, still had some way to go before being a rich man.

He was quite filial, never blamed his parents.

Whenever the topic of second-generation rich kids came up, he would always say firmly.

"Don't get cocky, your parents are great, but my parents aren't bad either, they're already working hard."

While walking, his shoulder was suddenly patted by someone.

He turned his head and saw an honest, simple face.

"Cai Lang?"

"Dong-ge, are you heading back to the dorm?"

"Yeah, what're you…" Lin Dong hesitated slightly, sized him up, "Something?"

"A little something, wanted to ask you." Huang Cailang was quite smooth. "Dong-ge, let me treat you to a meal, we can talk while we walk."

Lin Dong didn't refuse either, just saved six yuan.

Yu Tongjie walked among the crowd, glancing at the silent, plain classmate beside him, Hu Nianzhong.

"Not eating outside? My treat anyway."

Hu Nianzhong shook his head, a contrasting shyness surfacing on his dark, resolute face.

"Let's stick with the cafeteria, can't take advantage of you."

Yu Tongjie's face showed nothing, but inside he was quite disdainful. He looked down on cafeteria food, but he wouldn't say that out loud, to avoid making trouble for himself.

"Fine, let's go."

School had just let out in the afternoon, the evening glow was at its thickest.

The road was bustling, full of boarding students heading back to their dorms.

Only then did Yu Tongjie remember that Hu Nianzhong beside him was also a boarding student, and he couldn't help but glance him over from top to bottom.

White school uniform jacket, dark blue school pants, canvas shoes with yellowed uppers. A buzz cut, dark skin, thick lips pressed tightly shut, rarely speaking.

Just looking at him gave off a boring feeling, on par with that wooden, tall guy in class who just does problems.

Thinking of this, Yu Tongjie couldn't help but shake his head.

Someone like that staying in Li Qingrong's group is purely a waste of resources. Better to give the opportunity to yourself, improving your grades while cultivating feelings at the same time.

Hu Nianzhong still wore his usual silent, reserved expression, casting another glance at Yu Tongjie.

This guy's clothes and shoes are all expensive, but his brain is the cheapest thing on him.

In short, a rich idiot.

His family is poor, but he's not foolish—just quiet and fond of observing.

For example, the class monitor's clothes and shoes look plain, with no logos like Nike or Li-Ning. But look closer and you'll see every item is high-quality and well-tailored.

Moreover, the class monitor looks at everyone with equal regard; though aloof in personality, he gives no sense of distance.

When Yu Tongjie approached him, suggesting he switch groups voluntarily, he realized the man's intentions were not pure and instinctively wanted to refuse.

But the man immediately sent him two hundred yuan—completely silencing him.

On the second floor of the dormitory cafeteria, golden twilight danced on the window.

A boy eating with two lovely girls drew many glances. Even more infuriating—the boy was scrolling on his phone.

What the hell, bro, does your phone house Xi Shi?

Two fair-skinned girls sat across from him—one bright and cheerful, the other sweet and demure. He's still playing with his phone? I'd kill to swap places!

"What are you looking at so intently?" Chen Yunyun asked curiously.

"Oh, chatting with your group leader," Jiang Nian flipped his phone face-down, aiming for sincerity, "He just told me something interesting."

Chen Yunyun was speechless. She was most satisfied with her hair after washing—her looks confidence at its peak—yet he was lost in conversation.

But she was long used to Jiang Nian's nature and didn't bother sulking.

"What's it about?"

"Said he's making money through phone side jobs—heard you have to invest money too." Jiang Nian put down his phone and started eating, "He seems to have decided to go through with it."

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe looked up involuntarily.

"Can you really make money from this?"

Before Jiang Nian could answer, Chen Yunyun turned sharply to warn him.

"Don't believe it—it's all scams."

"My cousin in college told me many people in his department got scammed. They said it was order-padding for commissions—first you pay a few yuan, then hundreds, then thousands."

"Then just do small orders, right?" Wang Yuhe asked, confused.

"There are no small orders—only big ones," Chen Yunyun frowned. "The more expensive the order, the higher the commission—like a thousand yuan returns one hundred and fifty. Of course someone gets tempted."

Wang Yuhe bit her lip, shamefully admitting she'd been slightly tempted just now.

This order-padding scam was terrifying—even just hearing Chen Yunyun describe it made her want to join. If she actually encountered it, she'd probably lose control.

Jiang Nian put down his chopsticks and smiled.

"It's not order-padding—that scam's outdated. Lin Dong said it's a WeChat Moments ad—just copy and post one message, something like three to ten yuan."

Wang Yuhe blinked, curious.

"Can you really get paid?"

"Yes—save the screenshot, cash paid same day," Jiang Nian said. "But apparently it requires a personal account, can't block anyone, and can't delete immediately."

Hearing this, Chen Yunyun stiffened.

"So it's using student credit to lure more people in—tricking students' families and friends too."

Then she turned to Jiang Nian.

"You're not thinking of joining, are you?"

"Nope, just watching how your group leader milks this," he waved his hand, "Your group leader isn't stupid—but he seems to actually be making money."

"How?" Chen Yunyun asked, surprised.

"Hard to say—that's your group leader's business secret," Jiang Nian continued replying to Lin Dong, then looked up again, "But it's still a scam. Don't touch any of this."

Chen Yunyun shook her head. "I'm not stupid."

Wang Yuhe nodded seriously.

"Me too."

As they spoke, Jiang Nian turned his head and spotted Yu Tongjie.

He frowned slightly—why was this guy at the dorm cafeteria? And the guy beside him looked vaguely familiar.

Did Gyarados make a new friend?

"What are you zoning out about now?" Chen Yunyun asked.

"Nothing. Saw someone from our class." Jiang Nian didn't elaborate, instead stared at the meat in Chen Yunyun's bowl. "Do you have a weight-loss plan lately?"

"Am I fat?" Chen Yunyun instantly tensed, instinctively glancing down at her chest.

She had a peculiar physique—she always gained weight first in her chest. Big-chested girls struggled to dress well; wearing a little dress looked like draping a curtain.

So she always deliberately maintained a certain weight—even lost weight—to look better in clothes.

Wang Yuhe glanced at her—her bathroom confidante had the final say.

"Not fat."

"Definitely not fat. I just wanted a piece of meat," Jiang Nian quickly stepped out of the danger zone, feigning shyness, "My family's poor. As a kid, I only ever had bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork."

"My family was poor when I was young, so the only thing I'd ever eaten was bamboo shoot stir-fried with pork."

Wang Yuhe: "."

"Just say you want it—you don't have to twist yourself into knots," Chen Yunyun grumbled, still sensitive about the word "fat," but she still picked up a piece of meat and placed it on his plate.

"If you want to eat it, just say so—why beat around the bush?" Chen Yunyun was a little annoyed, still hung up on the word 'fat,' but she still picked up a piece of meat and placed it in his bowl.

Wang Yuhe copied her, seriously saying:

Wang Yuhe followed suit and said earnestly.

"Here you go."

This scene happened to be caught by Yu Tongjie, who was walking back with a tray in hand, and a look of contempt could not help but cross his face.

Hanging around with girls all day, acting like some kind of whatever.

After he sat down, he waited for Hu Nianzhong, who was a step slower, to come over.

He immediately felt a bit relieved, thinking to himself that this was fine too — let Jiang Nian keep on sinking into his little paradise of indulgence, and his grades would soon plummet to nothing.

Last month was an inauspicious start; this month was his home turf.

Catching up on yesterday's.

Thanks to Alliance Leader Jing Xu for the tip — boss, may your waist and kidneys stay strong.

Let me clarify — I've been writing in the little black room the whole time. It's just that to ensure quality, I keep revising over and over, so the pace is very slow.

Five extra chapters — aiming to finish before National Day is over.