Chapter 367: Girl

Zheng Guoping was startled for a moment; Lu Cheng didn't have any meat voucher at all, so where could he buy meat buns? But Yang Kaiming's reaction immediately made him understand.

As a teacher, Yang Kaiming didn't feel it proper to let his students treat him to a meal.

He hurriedly grabbed Lu Cheng: "No, no, my daughter went to make porridge; you don't need to buy for me."

Lu Cheng wouldn't give up: "Just drinking porridge can't work; it's been a long morning. I'll buy you a few meat buns; this stuff will stave off hunger."

"No, no, Lu Cheng, you don't need to buy. Whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you."

Hearing Yang Kaiming finally say that, Zheng Guoping couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs‑up.

It had to be Lu Cheng; he took shamelessness to the extreme.

But Lu Cheng didn't agree outright; that would be too obvious, so he should be polite first.

"No need, Professor Yang, I'll treat you."

"No, no, let me treat you."

As the two were tugging, a sudden tinkling bell shattered the atmosphere.

"Dad, I've made the rice porridge. Buy some staple food, will you? Do you want buns or fried dough sticks?"

Following the pleasant voice, he looked up to see a girl of about eighteen or nineteen walking over, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her smile curving her eyes into crescents, her face full of mischievous charm.

Although this is a university, and there are plenty of youthful girls, the girl before him was dressed a bit too avant‑garde.

While most wore plaited braids, the girl sported a high ponytail, looking fresh and brisk.

Coupled with a fluffy turtleneck sweater, she was instantly eye‑catching.

Especially Zheng Guoping stared dumbfounded; when the girl called Professor Yang "dad", he immediately guessed her identity.

And when Yang Kaiming saw his daughter approach, a kindly smile appeared on his face.

"Yin Yin, come here, Dad didn't bring any money. I want to treat these three classmates to buns; you handle the payment."

Yin Yin walked over, her playful tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness.

"Dad, you always have the habit of not bringing money; that's not good. If I'm not by your side, wouldn't you starve?"

Yang Kaiming smiled; when Yin Yin was about to pay for the meat buns, Lu Cheng stopped insisting. After the earlier tug‑of‑war, the appropriate stance had already been taken.

Just as they were about to eat the meat buns, Zheng Guoping suddenly stood up, looking very serious.

"No need, Professor Yang, how could we spend your money? It's not easy for you either."

Yang Kaiming said "it's fine" but Zheng Guoping firmly pulled him away.

This scene left Lu Cheng speechless.

When Zheng Guoping returned, he frowned and asked, "Aren't you Second? Why did you pull Professor Yang away? I damn worked so hard, and they were about to pay."

Zheng Guoping was nonchalant: "You said you didn't want them to treat you."

"I… I was just being fake polite; others can't see it, you can't see it! Together, you're really being polite here!"

Zheng Guoping still insisted: "I think Professor Yang is getting old, and we young folks have hands and feet; we shouldn't do this shameless thing."

Lu Cheng was truly speechless; normally this guy never does anything proper, how come he's acting like a person today?

Wei Shu at that moment blurted out four words: "Prioritize beauty over friendship."

Those words snapped the dreamer awake; Lu Cheng instantly understood, and glanced at the girl's departing silhouette, her high ponytail flicking back and forth.

This Turtle bastard must have taken a liking to the professor's daughter!

No wonder he's acting like a person now; earlier he didn't stop anything, but when the daughter arrived, his attitude changed instantly.

Lu Cheng gave a kick: "Look, even Fourth saw through your petty tricks! You good‑for‑nothing thing, are meat buns more important, or women? Can a woman be as tasty as meat buns?"

Zheng Guoping, whose motives were exposed and knowing he had no ground, hurriedly offered a contrite smile.

"Hehe, of course our brotherly friendship is most important, don't be angry. So, today I'll treat you to big white mantou."

After all that commotion, they had to line up again, and Zheng Guoping still couldn't stop thinking about the girl.

"Hey Third, you said Professor Yang looks pretty old, how does he have such a young daughter?"

Lu Cheng replied irritably: "Professor Yang has other children; this little daughter is probably a late‑life child. Didn't you see how dotingly he treats this girl?"

Zheng Guoping looked at a nearby row of tables and indeed saw the affection; Yang Kaiming is usually stern in class, but with his daughter he is very kind.

"Do you think she's from our school? If not, why is she here? But if she is, how come I've never seen such a beautiful girl before?"

Lu Cheng thought his questions were endless: "How the hell should I know? Professor Yang and his daughter are right there; just go ask them."

Zheng Guoping wanted to go but didn't dare, mainly because she wasn't an ordinary classmate but Professor Yang's prized daughter.

The meat buns were now out of reach; they could only buy a few mantou with shredded pickles.

The three found a vacant seat and ate while chatting: "Third, Fourth, later we'll bring a few classmates and split up to canvass votes in the freshman class."

"No problem, I'll take care of this matter neatly and clearly; it's the junior year, shall we still go?"

Lu Cheng thought for a moment and didn't want to miss a vote: "I'll go to the junior class; I happen to know a few juniors, let them help pull votes."

The few of them quickly choked on the mantou, eager to finish eating and get to work, when the girl came over carrying a tray.

She first stuck her head out and peered: "You just eat mantou like that? How come you don't even have a bowl of porridge?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Zheng Guoping was suddenly choked: "Ugh, we… just eat mantou, it's tasty, with pickled vegetables."

The girl's eyes curved into crescents, and shallow dimples dotted each side of her rosy cheeks.

"Hey, my dad said to buy you three meat buns."

Zheng Guoping hurriedly stood up: "No, no, mantou is fine; Professor Yang and we get along well, no need for such politeness."

She still set the tray down, hands behind her back: "It's okay, since it's already bought, you can eat. Remember to return the tray. I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Hey hey, goodbye!" Zheng Guoping waved his hand, seeing the girl off.

At that moment, Wei Shu was the first to snatch a meat bun; Lu Cheng took two, split one in half and gave half to Wei Shu.

"Look, she's not only beautiful, but also incredibly kind—tsk tsk, ah, how wonderful…"

After Zheng Guoping muttered and turned back, he found the tray empty: "Hey, where's my bun? You all ate everything, at least leave one for me."

Lu Cheng quickly swallowed the meat bun, muttering, "This food is for humans to eat, you damn‑it aren't even human."

Wei Shu nodded.

Zheng Guoping was speechless, only able to watch the beautiful girl opposite eating meat buns while he kept choking on mantou.

The girl over there held her father's arm and left the Cafeteria.

"Dad, I just heard classmates talking that in a few days the school will hold a president election, and I want to join the fun too."