Chapter 22: How Thick Is Twenty Thousand Yuan

Jiang Nian took a shower, feeling refreshed all over. Just as he stepped out and turned past the corridor, he saw from afar three women putting on a show.

Walking closer and listening, he was instantly speechless. Damn it, that pick-me girl is chirping about your old man right here.

Anyway, he had come tonight to complete the mission anyway, so he simply called out directly.

"Sis, help me top up again."

Buying a card and classes at the gym was indeed a system requirement at first, but after trying it out, Jiang Nian actually felt it wasn't bad—exercise had a strange addictive quality.

Besides, if you don't train legs at eighteen, once you hit college the juniors will go silent and the seniors will shake their heads, destined to gaze at an empty cup and shed tears.

At the other end of the corridor, the three women froze at the same time.

Sixty sessions?

Class prices in a small county town were cheap—one hundred per session. Mainly because it wasn't professional, and rent costs were low, but sixty sessions was still six thousand!

Ren Meimei couldn't stay calm. "You're kidding, right, kiddo?"

Jiang Nian happened to walk right up to them. Hearing that, he couldn't help but glance at Ren Meimei. A pink, big-bust crop top, and skin-tight, butt-hugging Ribi yoga pants.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You called me ma'am?" Ren Meimei froze, pointing at herself. "How are you so rude, you little brat?"

"Why are you talking so aggressively? Won't live past tomorrow?" Jiang Nian smiled faintly. "I'm a member. Stop yelling at me. I'm afraid of dogs."

Ren Meimei gritted her teeth, twisted her hips, turned around, and stormed off in a huff.

Mei Wanling stood aside, completely dumbfounded, her mouth forming an O. She and Ren Meimei basically had a small fight every three days and a big one every five, and she almost never got the better of her.

Wait, is this handsome young guy really this aggressive?

Zhao Qiuxue covered her forehead at the sight. She had already witnessed Jiang Nian's civilized language the day before yesterday. Every sentence was authentic local dialect, leaving people dizzy.

Today this was nothing—just an opening appetizer.

Jiang Nian turned his head. "Sis, can I top up classes at the front desk?"

Hearing that, Zhao Qiuxue gathered her thoughts, walked up to Jiang Nian, and said seriously.

"Thanks for sticking up for me, sis. I appreciate the thought. But you don't need to top up classes. You're still a student—no matter where your money comes from, don't waste it."

"Thirty sessions, if we push it, I can take you through everything thoroughly. If you don't understand later, just ask me directly—no need to spend more money."

"Uh, but I don't want to use my brain." Jiang Nian waved his hand. "I was planning to buy classes anyway. If I don't train now, I'll train in college, and classes are even more expensive out there."

Zhao Qiuxue thought for a moment. "Then you don't need to buy classes either. Sis will coach you for free."

"That won't do—one thing at a time." Jiang Nian didn't want to reveal too much to outsiders and joked, "Sis, if you keep this up, I won't even dare come anymore."

Hearing that, Zhao Qiuxue looked slightly helpless.

"Fine then."

The fitness instructor Mei Wanling, standing aside, narrowed her pupils, looking from Jiang Nian to Zhao Qiuxue. Shocked beyond words—wait... he's really topping up? That's six thousand yuan!

Front desk.

Ren Meimei hadn't actually gone far. Topping up and buying classes had to be done at the front desk. She wanted to see whether that annoying little brat was just being a stubborn Wang Ba, or actually had money.

In no time, Jiang Nian came over with someone. He smiled and explained his purpose to the sweet girl at the front desk, scanned the code, paid, all in one smooth motion.

Ren Meimei was shocked. He really paid?

He only bought ten sessions, right?

After Jiang Nian left, Ren Meimei frowned and walked over. The front desk girl saw their gym's top sales queen coming, froze for a moment, then sweetly called out.

"Sister Meimei, want something to drink?"

"No need, let me ask you something." A sliver of hope still lingered in Ren Meimei's heart. "They... ahem, that customer just now, how many sessions did he top up?"

"Sixty sessions, why?" the sweet girl asked curiously, then sweetly smiled again. "Sister Meimei is still the best—you can sell hundreds of sessions a month."

Ren Meimei's cheek twitched at the words, thinking, how could that be the same? Those old perverts are greasy and lecherous; if you don't let them take some advantage, they won't buy classes at all.

Thirty sessions plus sixty sessions—in one go he wiped out two weeks of her blood, sweat, and tears in sales.

What the hell.....

【Mission: Repurchase sixty sessions of classes. Reward: 30,000 RMB (Completed)】

Buzz—his phone in his pocket vibrated, showing a deposit of thirty thousand yuan.

Jiang Nian walked out of the gym. It was already nine at night. Zhao Qiuxue had gotten off early and dropped him off on the way.

Although Jiang Nian had showered at the gym, his clothes were dry but carried a sour smell. When the wind blew, he smelled it himself, and so did Zhao Qiuxue.

She considerately suggested he bring a change of clothes next time.

Jiang Nian joked, "That'd be such a hassle—wouldn't it mean washing an extra set of clothes?"

Zhao Qiuxue laughed too. "Sis will wash them for you, so when you come you can change right away. You're now sis's big client, otherwise I'd really feel bad."

"Sure." Jiang Nian was only joking.

If he had to choose, he'd rather have Song Xiyun hand-wash them while crying. Hehehe, cute little girl, you don't want your mommy to lose her job, do you.......

Back at the county middle school gate, there were still twenty minutes before evening self-study ended.

Watching Zhao Qiuxue leave, Jiang Nian thought for a moment, bought a tote bag at the stationery store by the school gate, then walked toward the Rural Credit Cooperative ATM diagonally across the street.

He withdrew thirty thousand in one go—a thick stack.

Jiang Nian calmly put the money into the bag and walked into the school as if nothing had happened. When he reached the playground, the evening self-study dismissal bell rang right on time, and the campus instantly became lively.

He walked against the flow of people, bag in hand, and followed a few people ahead of him up the stairs.

On the corridor.

"Why so slow?" Xu Qianqian carried her backpack, which seemed heavy, the straps digging in. "You... came back from outside school again? Took leave again?"

"Yeah, was sick," he said.

The teaching building was brightly lit, the corridor packed with a crowded flow of people, noise rising and falling. The hot wind hit his face, and the light stretched into the distance.

Xu Qianqian turned sideways, frowning at Jiang Nian.

"Can you be any more ridiculous? You run faster than the PE class kids. If anyone in this world gets sick, you definitely wouldn't — you must have gone out to play!"

"I'm going to tell Li Yi! Let her give you a beating!"

"Pfft." Jiang Nian puffed out his chest and sneered, "Do you know what score I got, Xu Qianqian? I walked out with a sick note in hand — and you still think you can pin me down?"

Saying that, in high spirits he reached out and patted the fluffy top of Xu Qianqian's head.

"Wait for me a sec, I'll grab a backpack, and I'll treat you to milk tea tomorrow."

"I won't wait for you!" Xu Qianqian tossed her head; the spot he'd touched tingled as if electrified, the warmth spreading all the way to her ears and cheeks. "Who wants your milk tea!"

In a little while, Jiang Nian came out carrying a backpack; the bag was already gone.

Xu Qianqian was about to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

"What!"

"Why are your ears red?"

"None of your business?" Xu Qianqian turned her head, her tone fierce, with a hint of fleeing in panic. "You talk too much — anyway, you owe me two cups of milk tea now!"