Chapter 257: Li Hua's Ten-Billion Subsidy Launches with a Bang

Jiang Nian froze for a moment at her words, but quickly nodded in agreement.

First, it was free.

Second, he didn't want to let down Zhang Ningzhi's good intentions, and it was also a chance to return the favor.

"Okay, I'll tell you when it arrives." She smiled, her eyes curving like crescent moons, clearly delighted. "I'll put the school as the address, that way I can pick it up on the way."

There was a courier shop at the school gate, where students often lined up to collect their packages.

Sometimes there were so many packages that you had to write down a tracking slip. The staff would use the slip to locate the package, cutting down on back-and-forth trips.

The upside was being close to the school—day students buying study supplies usually had the school listed as their address.

"Alright, we'll go pick it up together when the time comes." Jiang Nian said casually, then added, "Or I can go get it, just tell me the pickup code."

"Okay." Zhang Ningzhi pressed her lips together.

The pickup code naturally wouldn't be given to him—even if the package had to sit on the cold shelf for an extra day, it didn't matter. Of course they'd pick it up together in the evening.

She forcibly shut down the winding little thoughts in her head, steadied her mind, and went back to doing problems.

The third major group.

Sun Zhicheng fished a mirror out of his desk and glanced at his haircut.

Damn, still ugly.

Sure enough, it had to be an apprentice's handiwork—meticulous trimming that left the real master ashamed. There wasn't even room for corrections, nowhere to start cutting.

The owner of the barbershop he often went to saw this damn haircut and couldn't hold it in.

Laughed for ages, then suggested shaving it all off.

What kind of suggestion was that—but Sun Zhicheng still accepted it.

No other reason—the world under the hood was just too cold and gloomy.

"Yo, A-Cheng checking the mirror?" Lin Dong leaned over.

Because the tone was so close to a certain saying about looking in the mirror, Sun Zhicheng nearly lost it.

"Not checking! I'm observing the person behind me."

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment, then relieved.

A-Cheng, the gloomy little freak who wears a hood, lurking in the shadows to observe was perfectly reasonable.

Grandpa loves to peep, grandpa is a different breed of gloomy freak.

He patted Sun Zhicheng's shoulder with a solemn, earnest air, shaking his head and sighing.

"A-Cheng, I hope you recover soon."

Recover my ass—Sun Zhicheng couldn't care less anymore.

Now that his hair had been buzzed flat, he was gradually calming down.

Buzzing it flat—was it a sign he was starting over from scratch?

On Chen Yunyun's side, there was clearly no hope left.

From the botched confession onward, every step after was wrong. And learning that yesterday they had attended the wedding banquet together was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Sun Zhicheng clearly felt that Chen Yunyun had already split off from their little group of four.

No—more precisely, she had already split off from him.

Then there was no point in persisting. Last time it was just hesitation; this time it was time to let go completely. Set off anew and find someone new, someone worth liking.

Thinking of this, Sun Zhicheng's heart suddenly opened up.

He poked Lin Dong, figuring it was inconvenient to talk, so he wrote a line on a piece of paper.

"Give me a few pretty girls' QQ numbers!"

Lin Dong was even more startled and turned to look at Sun Zhicheng.

"A-Cheng, you—"

"Brother Dong, no need to talk me out of it, I've already figured it out." Sun Zhicheng waved him off, sighing. "Tears soaking the rice, I'm gonna be—"

The key word was inconvenient to say out loud, so he wrote it on the paper.

"I'm never gonna be a love-brain, I'm gonna be a player!"

Lin Dong was greatly shocked, didn't understand, but approved.

"Good, that's spirit."

"Leave it to me, bro—when your boy handles things, you can rest easy."

Hearing that, Sun Zhicheng finally let out a breath of relief.

But just as he turned his head, his peripheral vision happened to sweep over Yang Qiming. He immediately thought of Yang Qiming's ambiguous partner and swore he had to find someone even better.

Little did he know, Yang Qiming had already forgotten about that girl.

The afternoon school bell rang.

Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang walked together, swaggering with flair back to the dorm to lie down comfortably.

They stayed sprawled out until evening self-study was about to start, then went to the cafeteria to eat. The cafeteria aunties had a special soft spot for this batch of students and would deliberately scoop them extra portions.

Yang Qiming, fresh off his breakup, was simply enjoying this brief moment of peace in the dorm. The corpse was warm, body and soul both nursed back to health.

Click—the lock on the dorm door opened.

Yang Qiming pushed the door open and shouted.

"Hey hey hey!!"

Then he tossed the cola onto the bed, kicked off his shoes, washed his feet in a rush, and hopped onto the bed to lie down. Looking at the yellow light bulb the dorm had lit early, he let out a comfortable groan.

"Nice!"

It was mid-November, and the weather in Zhennan had already turned completely cold.

Huang Cailang originally didn't get on the bed in the evening, but the world is just one giant "Hello, Boss Yang." To match Yang Qiming's rhythm, he had also gotten used to going back to the dorm in the afternoon to lie around like a corpse.

"Brother Yang, it's been several days since I saw you contact that ambiguous interest of yours?"

Hearing that, Yang Qiming, who had wrapped himself entirely in his blanket, poked his head out from the top bunk.

"Uh, if you hadn't mentioned it I almost forgot, there's really nothing ambiguous going on."

"Why not?"

"No reason. She deleted me a long time ago." Yang Qiming put on an utterly indifferent look and sighed, "I figured you can't be too hasty when looking for a partner."

"If you're too eager, you'll only end up with someone just as flighty. You've got to let fate take its course and take it slow."

In fact, he had discovered that girl was a complete pillow. Other people might like that kind of bratty girl, but Yang Qiming was different—he only liked ones with curves.

How to put it, anyway, she couldn't hold a candle to a single hair on Yu Zhiyi's head.

"So true, bro." Huang Cailang immediately played the straight man, "Bro's words are full of philosophy. From now on I'll look for a partner exactly as bro says."

"Well, you can't take it too literally either, sometimes you've got to be flexible." Yang Qiming, speaking to this point, suddenly got into it, "Cailang, what kind do you like?"

After thinking it over, he narrowed the scope.

"Just say it—is there anyone in our class you like?"

The air in the dorm froze for five seconds.

"Who would I even like? People wouldn't like someone like me anyway." Huang Cailang was a bit coy, but his tone carried a few hints of genuine sincerity.

Yang Qiming caught the meaning in it and raised an eyebrow.

"You like the psychology committee member, right? We voted for her together, bro—no need to put on an act in front of your brothers. Even if you act serious, no one will buy it."

Hearing that—probably because of the word "bro"—Huang Cailang hesitated for a moment too.

"Brother Yang, I really don't like the psychology committee member."

"You like younger ones?" Yang Qiming was surprised.

"That's not it either, it's just that liking someone has nothing to do with that, right?" Huang Cailang scratched his head, "I'm telling you, Brother Yang, you absolutely can't tell anyone."

"Who?" Yang Qiming was getting curious too.

"Fangfang, you really can pull an all-nighter." Jiang Nian came back from eating and casually handed out one drink per person, "Here, here, here—Li Hua's ten-billion subsidy is launching in full force."

Hearing that, Huang Fang was a bit confused and looked up to ask.

"The group leader's treat?"

"Yep, lost a bet to me." Jiang Nian set one bottle per person on the table, "Hua's like this—trash but loves to play, can't win, pure subsidy."