Chapter 219: Bad Girls Don't Waste Your Time: The Coin Dog's Trial Declaration

Yang Qiming was just slow on the uptake when it came to romance, but he wasn't stupid.

He thought it over briefly and understood what Zhou Yuting meant. After a moment of recollection, he spoke up.

"Yesterday, she sent me a message. Something about transferring 8.8 for candied hawthorn, 18.8 for strawberry candied hawthorn, online feeding, that kind of thing."

"How did you reply?"

"I didn't get it. I wanted to transfer the money but felt like it might be too presumptuous." Yang Qiming scratched his head. "So I complimented her: 'You're so funny.'"

"Yang-ge, you're pretty funny too." Huang Cailang, a pure straight-man, gave a thumbs-up as his compliment. "If I were that girl, I'd definitely have laughed."

Zhou Yuting froze, thinking the fool really did have his own dumb luck.

It was honestly a little funny.

She knew a few of her young lady friends who could reel in a naive boy like Yang Qiming until his mouth hung open. Then they'd eat him dry and clean, and Yang Qiming would still be hopelessly devoted to them.

The method was simple too — small favors early on.

Birthday gifts in return, splitting the bill, and once they fully understood his personality, they could even treat the fool to a meal.

In short, they worked hard to build the image of a sweet, caring little sister.

Then came the big move — showing off their spending habits on social media.

"I don't have money, but just like every girl who loves beauty, I love the whole Apple ecosystem. I love traveling, I love pretty clothes, I love LV bags."

"Love me? Give me a better life."

"I don't care about gifts, I care about you as a person.

Don't work too hard. How will you eat if you run out of money, silly?

Let me treat you. If we tighten our belts a little, we'll get through it.

It's all my fault. Let's sell the bag.

Sorry, my family of origin wasn't good. My mom used to—"

With this combo, within three months a guy like Yang Qiming, who had a little money, could be turned into a walking ATM.

So obsessed he'd lose all sense of direction, scrambling everywhere for ways to make money.

Zhou Yuting looked down on these money-grubbing types and dismissed them entirely. But she happened to be in a good mood, and with the attitude of "I'm free anyway," she offered some pointers.

"She's just testing you to see if you'll send her a red envelope — checking your financial strength."

Hearing this, Yang Qiming had a sudden revelation.

"I didn't send one. What do I do?"

"Still thinking about her?" Zhou Yuting was speechless, thinking, what a simp desk-mate. "You're sitting here worrying, but on her end she's already calling some guy 'hubby, hubby.'"

Huang Cailang's eyes went wide — a bolt from the blue right at the opening.

"So if Yang-ge sends a red envelope, wouldn't he get called 'hubby' too?"

Hearing this, a strange sense of satisfaction actually rose in Yang Qiming's heart. Though he knew it wasn't right, and the other party most likely just liked money.

But... maybe after sending the red envelope, she wouldn't go looking for someone else?

He waved his hand. "Ah, that kind of thing isn't really that interesting."

"Why are you blushing like a teapot!" Zhou Yuting was utterly exasperated.

She glanced at her simp desk-mate, thinking darkly, damn, one simp and one idiot — what a pair.

"Ding-dong!! Students, class is starting—"

The class bell rang. Zhou Yuting didn't want to keep arguing with the simp. But out of pity, and because she looked down on money-grubbing sluts, she still offered one last word of advice.

"If you don't want to get scammed out of money, best to delete that person."

Yang Qiming nodded and mumbled.

"Got it."

After saying that, he didn't act right away.

Even though his phone was right in his desk, and unlocking it to delete someone would only take ten seconds. But he used "class is starting" as an excuse to stall.

After school this afternoon, he'd definitely delete her!

After the first period in the afternoon.

Jiang Nian, refreshed and recharged, was unusually alert, and his listening efficiency was off the charts. A whole swath of the classroom had passed out, and even Zhang Ningzhi was slumped over her desk sleeping.

But strangely—

"Hua, why aren't you sleepy?"

"Huh?" Li Hua lifted his head from the study guide, his expression moving as slowly as a sloth. "Nian-ah, reading is great. I want to read too."

"Eat shit, let me see." Jiang Nian didn't buy his nonsense.

He leaned over to look — damn, the guy was reading the little stories tucked under the tutoring book.

Not a single practice problem done, but not a single story missed.

"Are you kidding me? You call this reading?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Jiang Nian didn't want to talk to a mentally challenged child and went back to finishing the homework left by the previous physics class.

He liked to write while attending class, then wrap things up in the ten-minute break.

Although his current physics grades were average — but. Bro, this is Gao San comprehensive science physics.

Sixty points, Qi Refining junior disciple — proves you understand most high school physics common sense and some finer physics problems.

Seventy points, Foundation Establishment senior brother — proves you've initially grasped the knack of high school physics.

Eighty points, Golden Core prodigy — fewer than one in a hundred reach this level.

Actually, scoring above eighty in physics in a small county town is enough to get into a decent 985. Although 985's admission rate in past years in Nan Province was three percent. But small county towns had scarce educational resources.

Two percent of that would be siphoned off by stronger city-level and province-level key schools in Nan Province, xxx University Affiliated High School, leaving only one percent of spots for Zhennan candidates.

Ninety points, a Nascent Soul realm ancestor, problems the teacher can't solve—occasionally asks your opinion.

One hundred points, Great Ascension Realm Qingbei.

A very simple principle: the comprehensive science exam tests all three subjects together.

Physics is the hardest, so most examinees prioritize finishing biology and chemistry first before touching physics.

If physics scores eighty, it proves biology and chemistry were both completed.

Taking a step back, this comprehensive science score would still be around two hundred thirty to forty, even two hundred fifty to sixty.

Sigh, add up the total score, and there you have it—a 985 university, right?

In the blink of an eye, the last class of the afternoon.

Biology.

Qingbao had been shaken down once by Jiang Mazi in the morning, so in the afternoon she directly called the rebellious disciple to the blackboard for a dictation of knowledge points.

Although dictation is quite time-consuming, the long-term payoff is high.

Only by persisting will these little seedlings start taking seriously the biology knowledge points they've been taught.

Dictation finished, Jiang Nian still scored a perfect hundred.

In contrast, Dong Wensong who came up together with him was having a rough time, tanking hard over there.

Ten knowledge points, only six written down—the difference was clear at a glance.

Actually, six is already pretty good; many of the points Qingbao dictated were knowledge points from the exercises.

But what people fear most is comparison—once you compare, it's a total mess.

Qingbao both loved and hated Jiang Nian—the rebellious disciple who grew the fastest.

Too bad he's a bandit goblin; once his passive activates, he just swipes coins left and right. What he swipes isn't just quick-dry pens, but also his own not-so-bright future.

At that moment, a humble biology teacher quietly fell apart in the corner.

Dong Wensong glanced at the dictation Jiang Nian had already corrected on the blackboard, nearly breaking into a sweat. In biology class, he didn't dare pull his usual poetic flair.

No reason other than Qingbao is a warrior general—she'll deal with Dong Wensong for real.

If he stood at the blackboard going "ah le na ni, gomenasai," twisting around like a yellow eel, he'd immediately get a scolding from Qingbao and then be sent to stand at the back of the classroom.

Hehe, biology class is also known as "the most normal episode of Grand Tutor Dong."

Qingbao glanced at Dong Wensong and sighed.

"Go back to your seat."

Dong Wensong lowered his head without a word and returned to his seat, beginning his grievance performance. In class, no one paid attention; after class came the last self-study period.

Finally someone noticed him and asked softly.

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

"Feeling a bit off." Dong Wensong lay on the desk, face weak, and said, "I think I might have a fever—maybe I'm getting sick."

"Is there a risk of recovery?"

"What?"

"No, I mean, are the odds of recovery high?" Luo Yong scratched his head. As the Lonely Island Bro's favorite chat buddy with Dong Wensong, he asked a question every now and then.

Watching this guy putting on shows nonstop, the whole afternoon's entertainment was sorted.

"I-I don't know, maybe the dictation let down the biology teacher's expectations. Feels awful, broke out in a cold sweat on my back, so probably caught a cold."

Not far away, Li Hua noticed the commotion over there and said worriedly.

"Dong Wensong seems to be sick—who's got some rat poison?"

"That's too vicious, wasting rat poison on him, right?" Jiang Nian quipped, not bothering with the drama over there—Dong Wensong was always full of antics anyway.

Don't pay attention, and the wild antics will only splash within a small radius.

After school.

Jiang Nian was busy finishing the homework he'd only half done, so that evening self-study would be easier.

When he looked up, more than twenty minutes had passed since school let out.

He hurried out of the classroom, ready to go downstairs to eat. Just as he reached the second floor, he happened to run into Li Qingrong coming up, and casually greeted the class monitor.

"Heading to the cafeteria?" Li Qingrong asked.

"Yeah, does the class monitor want me to bring anything back?"

Li Qingrong shook her head and said no need.

After a pause, probably feeling her reply was too cold, she added another line.

"Be careful on the way."

Jiang Nian froze slightly, looked into Li Qingrong's eyes, and swallowed.

"Hired hitmen for the road?"

Li Qingrong looked puzzled and shook her head.

"No."

This time it was Jiang Nian's turn to feel awkward, and he explained.

"Class monitor, I was just joking."

Li Qingrong lowered her gaze and nodded.

"Mm."

The two passed each other, and Jiang Nian took the stairs three at a time, rushing down. Grabbing the railing, he leaped down four steps at once, just like a little Jackie Chan.

Li Qingrong stood at the edge of the stairs, expressionlessly watching Jiang Nian go down until his figure completely disappeared around the first-floor corner.

Only then did she look away and slowly walk back up the stairs.

In the cafeteria.

Yang Qiming finished his meal and stared at his phone, somewhat distracted.

He was going to delete her.

He was a sentimental person. Even though he knew An'an wasn't exactly a good girl, he was still grateful for this encounter and missed the first night they chatted freely.

No matter how you put it, An'an had truly healed him.

"Thank you, then… let's say a proper goodbye." He held his phone and murmured to himself, as if he had made some kind of decision. "Farewell, if fate allows."

Across from his seat, Huang Cailang was wolfing down his food. Two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes with a chicken-leg rice—Brother Yang said he'd treat, so he was now sworn to follow Brother Yang to the death.

As the saying goes, those who chant Brother Yang's true name shall see eternal life in reincarnation.

Looking up, Huang Cailang saw Brother Yang frown. He was instantly heartbroken—Brother Yang was heaven, Brother Yang was earth; how could he bear to watch Brother Yang suffer?

"Bro, what's wrong?"

"I've decided to delete An'an, and I'm thinking about what final farewell words to use." Yang Qiming couldn't help but sigh as he spoke. Deleting someone wasn't his wish, but may pure love remain.

Huang Cailang grinned innocently. "Brother Yang, I'll help you think of one!"

"Cailang, good brother."

The two were mulling over farewell words, revising the draft again and again. They hadn't come up with anything tear-jerking yet, but An'an messaged first.

"So annoying, the pants I just bought are loose again. (slender white waist photo)"

In the cafeteria, side by side, the two inexperienced young men froze. Such an explosive image, such suggestive words, such an intimate topic—rationality simply vanished.

Gulp—Yang Qiming swallowed.

"I think I'll write the farewell words tomorrow."

"Yeah, bro." Huang Cailang wasn't good with words, and after a long pause squeezed out, "Anyway, as the saying goes, it's the New Year period, and anyway, bro, you're not losing out."

"Exactly, I just need to stay clear-headed." Yang Qiming said, his gaze clear. "Cailang, don't you think this is exactly my chance?"

"What chance?" He was a bit confused.

"I've heard people say that if a person eats all the losses they can when they're young, then their later life will surely be smooth sailing and worldly-wise."

"Huh?" Huang Cailang didn't understand, but he expressed his support. "Yeah, the elders say suffering a loss is a blessing."

"Too small, Cailang, your vision's too small." Yang Qiming said solemnly. "How can a man's road forward be filled with only laughter and joy?"

"How can the road one is determined to walk be without storms blocking the way?"

Hearing this, Huang Cailang said.

"So right, bro."

Although Zhou Yuting had already said that An'an was a bad woman who just scams money. Girls understand girls better—her words were almost certainly on the mark.

If a bad woman scammed Brother Yang's money, Brother Yang wouldn't have money to treat him to meals in the future either.

But you can't only think about yourself in everything—you have to consider Brother Yang.

As long as Brother Yang is happy, even if he doesn't treat him to meals. Even if he goes hungry nine times in three days, he'd still stick with Brother Yang.

Thinking of this, Huang Cailang almost moved himself to tears.

He looked at Yang Qiming, his gaze firm, and said.

"Bro, you're so wise."

(End of chapter)