Chapter 218: What Is Furry, Some Luxury Car I've Never Heard Of?

Walking back to the third floor of Gao San.

Zhou Haifei was burdened with worries, Jiang Nian walking ahead of her and she behind, about two meters apart.

No one would believe it if told, but she was worried the debtor would run off.

Sounds abstract, but that really was the case.

Her gaze locked tightly on the boy in front of her—his back, shoulders and neck straight and crisp, sleeves rolled up, jacket draped over him, looking like a popsicle in the sunlight.

The premise being he didn't speak.

Some people look like handsome guys on the surface, but the moment they open their mouth the filter shatters.

She was lost in thought when suddenly she saw Jiang Nian's figure ahead sway.

Then without any warning he burst into a sprint, starting to run without a single frame of wind-up.

"Ah! Don't run!"

Zhou Haifei panicked—if this guy ran off, she'd have no choice but to give the money to Xu Qianqian.

Even though they were in the same class, how awkward would that be, dragging in so many people.

She was already introverted in class; just thinking of that scene made her even more panicked.

"You you you!!!"

Jiang Nian accelerated, then stopped again under Zhou Haifei's despairing gaze.

???

Zhou Haifei nearly got scared into an episode by him; stepping closer she saw the guy was tying his shoelaces.

She froze for a few seconds, a wave of speechlessness washing over her, and couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you running while tying your shoelaces?"

Jiang Nian had already stood up, and said in all seriousness.

"I was afraid you wouldn't wait for me, so I ran ahead a stretch first, then tied them."

Zhou Haifei for a moment didn't know how to retort, stammering a few times without getting a single word out.

"Let's go, let's go."

Another leg of the journey spent in fear and trembling; going up the stairs she was afraid Jiang Nian would find some gap and jump down.

Fortunately, in the end there was no mishap, and they reached the third floor smoothly.

Zhou Haifei turned around at the stairwell and earnestly instructed.

"I'm going to the classroom to get the money, you stand here and don't wander off."

Jiang Nian was stunned—fuck, you trying to be my dad?

"Can I at least squat down?"

"Of course, that's your freedom." Zhou Haifei found talking to him a bit exhausting; the words she'd spoken in a whole week before didn't add up to what she'd said today alone.

The other party was just too—

Jiang Nian watched Sister Feifei enter the Olympiad Class 3.

Less than half a minute later, Zhou Haifei rushed straight out of the classroom, panting from running just a few short steps.

"Here—here you go, thanks."

She opened her hand, and in her flushed palm lay four one-yuan coins.

Afternoon.

Lin Dong was chatting with Zhou Yuting—to be precise, it should be said that Zhou Yuting had taken the initiative to chat with him, casually inquiring about the situation of class committee member Tao Ran.

After Zhou Yuting moved up to the class, she had been observing the relationships among everyone in the class.

In such a small class, there were actually over a dozen different little cliques of various sizes.

Overall speaking, the little clique Jiang Nian was in had the most people.

Two or three groups mixed together to hang out, and over a third of the class had some connection to him. Even those without a direct connection had an indirect one.

In any case, anyone with even a brush against Jiang Nian, Zhou Yuting wouldn't consider approaching.

All of them had screwed-up brains—either acting crazy or outright mentally ill.

Setting Jiang Nian aside, there were the girls clustered around the class monitor.

Zhou Yuting had no confidence in fitting into that group, so she set her sights on class committee member Tao Ran and Yu Zhiyi, feeling she and Yu Zhiyi should be able to talk.

Yu Zhiyi was quite popular in the class; in looks she was evenly matched with herself.

Besides, Yu Zhiyi had acquaintances in this class and could help her get familiar with everyone.

As for Tao Ran—over forty boys in the class lined up in a row.

Setting Jiang Nian aside, only Tao Ran was both gentle and refined in looks, and gave off an air of having class.

More importantly, Tao Ran was busy with class affairs all day. Either handing out and collecting test papers, or burying himself in studying alone—at a glance, a total novice in romance.

If she just got a little closer and used a few tricks, wouldn't it be a cinch.

But—ideals are plump, reality is bony.

Zhou Yuting had long ago used the excuse of asking about a problem to add Tao Ran's QQ, and had seized the chance to chat with him a few times.

The results were all lukewarm—she had no idea what was up with this kid.

So that's how this chat with Lin Dong to fish for intel came about.

After all, only boys understand boys, and Lin Dong was also a class representative.

Occasionally in normal times she could see him chatting with Tao Ran, and the two of them seemed to get along quite well.

Lin Dong knew Zhou Yuting was only using him to fish for intel, and didn't mind much.

He'd recently made some money, and his patience was first-rate, so he readily shared his little insider tips.

"Class committee member? That guy's psychology is pretty twisted."

"Huh?" Zhou Yuting was dumbfounded.

Lin Dong said, "He likes furry." Zhou Yuting was stunned; she had no idea what furry was.

She vaguely remembered there was some luxury car like a Ford Mustang—could Tao Ran like cars?

But then again, high school boys all seemed to be either basketball fanatics or car fanatics.

When it came to basketball they could talk your ear off, and when analyzing awesome cars they knew every detail by heart.

"It's fine, it's totally normal for guys to like this stuff."

Hearing that, Lin Dong was dumbfounded.

What the hell, how could a guy—but then again.

If a beast-eared little fox girl stood right in front of him, could he hold himself back?

After all, furry comes in tiers—if the appearance was no different from a human's.

Only retaining some features like ears or a tail, wouldn't that just be a bonus?

So Zhou Yuting's words didn't seem wrong either.

Then does that make him a furry fan too?

Zhou Yuting saw Lin Dong lost in thought and just took it as his silent agreement.

Hehe, so the class committee member Tao Ran likes cars.

Then as long as she did some homework on the Ford Mustang, next time chatting with him she could casually show off a bit, and he'd definitely be smitten with her.

Guys fall for this kind of thing, as long as you dress up pretty.

Speak softly, bring up the field he's good at, then casually reveal an admiring gaze.

Wow, big bro, you really know a lot.

After advancing, take the chance of a closer relationship to develop into bro territory.

Slowly let him fall, and wouldn't it be a done deal in minutes?

Zhou Yuting was still off fantasizing.

Yang Qiming arrived.

There were still a few minutes before afternoon class. The moment he sat down, he spoke across Zhou Yuting to Huang Cailang in the same row.

"Cailang, I'm in love."

Huang Cailang was drinking water and was startled by Yang Qiming's sudden words. He started coughing hack-hack-hack, then hurriedly turned his head and asked.

"Bro, when did this happen?"

"A couple days ago, just didn't tell you." Yang Qiming took out his phone, happily typing a reply, the corner of his mouth unable to suppress a smile, "She's simply an angel."

"Every time the night grows quiet, she always comforts my wounded heart."

Zhou Yuting came back to her senses and nearly gagged hearing this.

She thought, this simp just got dumped a few days ago, how did he find someone new to keep simping for?

After spending some time together, she had gradually come to understand these two seatmates a bit.

Yang Qiming wasn't a bad person—just a rich, dumb, easy mark.

In all honesty, Zhou Yuting looked down on those green-tea b*tches fishing Yang Qiming.

She wasn't short on money, nor did she like taking advantage of others over money—what she pursued was a high-end circle.

To put it bluntly, she didn't want to share a table with whores who scam simps out of their money.

What she pursued was a sense of superiority, the feeling of everyone falling at her feet.

If possible, she'd even spend some money on early investment in the circle.

Originally she had a glamorous circle, but unfortunately Jiang Nian ruined it.

But that was fine too—she had always planned to move up a class anyway, and would eventually cut ties with Liu Feipeng.

She used to think Liu Feipeng was decent enough, but after moving up a class she discovered a bigger world.

Whether in terms of level or background… in short, nothing to say to idiots.

Huang Cailang grinned, a simple, honest smile piling up on his face.

"Congrats, bro, wish you happiness."

Yang Qiming waved his hand, modestly saying.

"Not at that stage yet, can't say it too early. But these past two days the chats haven't been as good as the days before, and now replies are slower too—must be busy."

Hearing that, Zhou Yuting couldn't help but say.

"When you're showering, if the water temperature keeps switching between hot and cold, that definitely means someone's sharing the water supply with you."

Yang Qiming heard this and slowly caught on.

"You mean she has a boyfriend?"

Zhou Yuting was instantly speechless, thinking, what kind of wooden head is this.

Even if she had a boyfriend she wouldn't let you know—obviously destined to be fished.

Whatever, she's in a good mood, might as well give him a pointer or two.

"You're being kept on the line. She definitely brought up some need you didn't fulfill, so she switched to someone else to chat up."

Friendly book rec: "The System Is Abstract, Luckily So Am I"

I didn't transmigrate, but the system insists I did. Doesn't matter though—it's running on a bug, and has saved me from fire and water multiple times.

As for where that fire and water came from, don't ask.

(End of chapter)