Chapter 1419: Youthful Parkinson's

He pointed casually at the three dishes in front of him: "This, this, and this."

He stopped pursuing the matter, but the girl clearly didn't intend to give up on making things difficult for Zichen; with the spoon back in her hand, she shouted at Zichen: "What 'this' and 'that'? Don't these dishes deserve to have names?"

"Oh, I see, you're illiterate, right?"

"You..."

"You what? Hurry up, if you're not ordering, then next!"

Zichen couldn't keep arguing with her; the students behind him were urging him on.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork, scrambled eggs with chives, spicy chicken chunks."

Although these are all home-style dishes, they aren't very easy to make well.

The fish-flavored shredded pork was bright in color, the scrambled eggs with chives had no sauce at all, and the spicy chicken chunks were rich in aroma; they looked appetizing.

The girl picked up the spoon, scooped a full portion, and then quickly shook it left and right; the full scoop from a moment ago was instantly reduced to just the bottom of the spoon.

A bottom-of-the-spoon portion of fish-flavored shredded pork was placed on the tray, and the girl glanced at Zichen with a provocative look.

Zichen didn't speak, so the other two dishes were served, with the same left-and-right shake.

The serving of the food was done with great skill; the fish-flavored shredded pork only had green and red peppers left, the scrambled eggs with chives only had chives left, and the spicy chicken chunks had all the chicken shaken out.

Once the food was served, the girl looked at Zichen triumphantly again and said to the person behind him: "Next."

Zichen didn't lose his temper; he also glanced at the girl serving the food, his face wearing a smile, his voice not loud: "You have Parkinson's, right? I can understand."

He turned and walked away.

"Hey you kid in front, stop right there, what did you mean by that just now?" The girl behind him was furious.

"Just what it sounds like, those who understand, understand." Zichen didn't even look back.

He found a table to sit at, picked up a chopstick of green and red peppers, and put them in his mouth; the taste was not bad!

It was sweet and fragrant amidst the spiciness, with the unique slight acidity of tomatoes in the sweetness; it was very good with rice.

Just as he was about to pick up a chopstick of chives to taste, someone suddenly appeared in front of him!

Aggressive and ill-intentioned.

"What's your name? Which department are you in? You're a freshman this year, right?"

Zichen put down his chopsticks and retorted: "Why should I tell you?"

"You're afraid, aren't you?" The girl turned the tables on him.

"That's really interesting, would I be afraid of a little girl like you?"

Zichen said: "I am Sheng Zichen from the Business Administration Department, you guessed right, I am a freshman today, what do you want?"

"Ha! Don't be in such a rush, you'll know soon enough, you're dead meat." The girl made a gesture across her throat with her hand, then walked away with an arrogant attitude.

"You're dead meat!" Zichen watched the girl's retreating back, mimicked her tone while gritting his teeth, and then buried his head in his meal, not taking her threat to heart at all.

The next day.

Zichen finally knew what it meant when they say enemies are bound to meet!

When he arrived at the classroom and saw the Class Monitor, he was dumbfounded: "How is it you?"

"The Class Monitor is actually the girl who served the food yesterday."

"Let me tell you a secret."

The Class Monitor leaned in close to him mysteriously and whispered: "I'm also a freshman this year. Originally, I wasn't in your class, but I went to find the instructor yesterday and transferred over. Am I impressive?"

Zichen:...

"Im, impressive."

Zichen couldn't even speak clearly; it wasn't out of fear, but mainly shock!

What kind of background does this girl have?

The first time he met her was on campus, when she was holding a bag of vegetables.

The second time he met her was at the Cafeteria, when she was a staff member serving food!

Today, she had suddenly transformed into his Class Monitor, and she had even transferred over temporarily.

Can she go wherever she wants? Does she own Jiangzhou University?

The girl's name is Gu Yuxin; Zihan doesn't know her background yet, but he had already suffered a few secret losses from her in just one morning.

First was the registration.

Gu Yuxin read the names one by one; when she got to Sheng Zichen, seeing it was him, she wrote "late" after his name without hesitation.

"Sheng Zichen is late, 0.1 credits deducted."

"I wasn't late."

Zichen hadn't been late at all; being wronged, he naturally wasn't willing to accept it.

His roommates also vouched for him.

"Sheng Zichen wasn't late."

"That's right, we came together, how could he be late?"

"Oh—"

Gu Yuxin drew out her voice: "You came together? Then it was my oversight; you are all late, and all of you will have credits deducted!"

What?

The students were dumbfounded.

There's such a tactic?

What era is this? Has the punishment of collective responsibility returned?

Zichen could only accept his bad luck, stood up and said: "We didn't come together, I was late, only I was late."

Gu Yuxin raised her eyebrows triumphantly: "I wasn't wrong, right? Students, be careful next time, try to mind your own business less." It was a blatant threat, but Zichen's roommates could only be angry but dare not speak.

After roll call, the students went to the Playground in order; the opening ceremony was to be held on the first day of school!

First was the Principal's speech, and after the Principal finished, the student representative also had to go up to speak.

The students were surprised to discover that the arrogant and domineering Gu Yuxin was the student representative.

She walked up to the stage, and the students began to whisper.

"Holy crap, what's this girl's background? She's actually the student representative?"

"Zichen, Zichen, are you sure it's true that you saw her getting food in the Cafeteria yesterday? Or were your old eyes playing tricks on you?"

They were all young people, and the speed at which they became familiar was very fast; in just one short day, they had already become very close, and their speech became casual.

"Get lost! Even if my old eyes could be wrong about a glance, could I be wrong after having an argument with her?"

Zichen was also very puzzled.

Every student who could get into Jiang University was no simple person.

They were all outstanding students from various high schools, either top-tier in their studies or possessing special talents with great achievements in a certain field.

It was too difficult to stand out among such a group of excellent people.

But what did this Gu Yuxin rely on to become the student representative?

The counselor gave the answer: "You people, did you not read the school annals before coming here? Our Principal's surname is Gu."

Gu Yuxin was the Principal's granddaughter, and the Principal's favorite granddaughter at that.

All the questions were resolved; no wonder she could go wherever she wanted—it turned out she was the Principal's granddaughter.

The look in the students' eyes when they looked at Sheng Zichen was so complex, filled entirely with sympathy!

You had to go and provoke someone, but who did you choose?

You just had to go and provoke the Principal's granddaughter; now just wait to be tormented, no one can save you.

Zichen gave a bitter smile, a smile uglier than crying.

Gu Yuxin being able to become the Class Monitor wasn't actually entirely because she was the Principal's granddaughter; there were also many other reasons.

She grew up at Jiang University, her home was located inside Jiangzhou University, she attended Jiangda Affiliated Kindergarten, Jiangda Affiliated Primary School, and Jiangda Affiliated Junior High School, and for high school... then she logically entered Jiang University!

When it came to familiarity with Jiang University, many teachers were not as familiar with it as she was.

She had wide-ranging hobbies; before the age of ten, her piano skills had already reached level ten, and by the age of twelve, she reached a performance-level standard, and then she stopped learning it.

She turned to liking painting, calligraphy, cooking...