Chapter 380: Declare My Lu San'er Title

Anyone who looks even a little good‑looking, if they come here to play, they'll instantly get tangled up.

Let alone someone like Yang Yin, a delicate and cute little girl.

Seeing Xiao Piqiu rubbing his hands, eager to try, Lu Cheng muttered a curse.

"Damn you! As for my cousin, you and your gang of brothers should be told: none of you may bother her."

Xiao Piqiu instantly felt unwilling; the ice rink is usually full of misshapen ones, it's rare to get a pretty one.

"It's not Lu San'er. Don't, whenever you see a pretty girl, claim she's your cousin, okay? Damn it, how many cousins do you claim? Not fifty, but at least thirty, right? Can you at least leave some broth for the brothers?"

That's all in the past; whenever someone looked good, Lu San'er would be the first to strike, causing many complaints from the brothers.

Here, whoever has the harder fist gets to speak.

Besides, Yang Yin and the other "cousins" are indeed different.

Lu Cheng said irritably, "Stop the damn nonsense; this little girl is about to go to university, she's not on the same level as you guys."

"Alright, alright, your standards are getting higher; ordinary girls no longer catch your eye, you start looking for those student girls, you say it's because you're most devoted, always liking eighteen‑year‑olds…"

Lu Cheng listened impatiently, about to explode, when Xiao Piqiu, seeing this, quickly ran away.

After Xiao Piqiu's notice, in no time the two little thugs surrounding Yang Yin quickly dispersed.

Lu Cheng only then withdrew his gaze and looked at Wei Shu, who was sitting nearby.

The ice rink was so lively, yet this guy could still read his book; truly he managed to ignore everything outside.

The key is that this guy isn't like those bookworms who only cram; Wei Shu is definitely a genius level, perfect for research.

Lu Cheng being able to know him and bring him to the Research Institute is like acquiring a treasure.

He pulled money from his pocket, counted ten Great Unity notes, and slapped them to Wei Shu.

Wei Shu, who is uninterested in money, when the ten Great Unity notes were placed before him, only asked, "What for?"

Lu Cheng rested his hands behind his head, watching Yang Yin glide on the ice not far away, happy as a child.

"The holidays are coming soon, the New Year. Take the money, go home, give it to your parents, buy some New Year goods and have a good year."

According to Lu Cheng, Wei Shu's family conditions aren't great: an older brother, two older sisters, a younger brother and sister, and the parents are also elderly.

Although Wei Shu can attend university in Capital City, he's a pride of his family, even of the whole town; the family burden is indeed heavy.

The only flaw of this guy, Wei Shu, is that he's overly indifferent to people and matters.

Although he rarely asks his family for support, relying on school subsidies he can eat, the money saved from frugality he doesn't send home, instead spends it all on books.

Parents may not say much, but older siblings inevitably have opinions; a whole family supporting you through university, you should at least give something back to the family.

But with Wei Shu's temperament, you can't say he doesn't want to give back; it's just that you can't imagine this aspect.

If you say it, some will doubt, but Wei Shu is so obsessed with his studies, to the point of self‑forgetting.

So even if Lu Cheng offers a huge sum, Wei Shu calmly says, "I understand."

To others, such a reply seems impolite and unfeeling, but Lu Cheng doesn't care.

That's Wei Shu's personality; the fact that he can so readily obey him, follow him to the Research Institute without hesitation, shows he values feelings deeply, just doesn't express them.

Lu Cheng glanced and said, "Lao Si, I'm preparing some foreign magazines about internal combustion engines; later you can learn more about that area."

There's only one year left until graduation; it's also time to serve Lu Cheng.

Wei Shu still had no extra words, just nodded and said "Alright", then continued to bury himself in his book.

This is how the two get along; everything is very plain.

Yang Yin, seeming tired from playing on the ice, wandered over and plopped onto a bench.

Zheng Guoping, who has a clumsy leg, still hasn't learned after all this time; the ice slab he stands on has been scooped into a small pit.

"Hoo~" Yang Yin exhaled a breath of white vapor: "It's still better coming with you guys; indeed no one harasses me. Next time I come, I'll call you again."

Back in high school, when she came to play with a few classmates, these people's eyes were as if they were stuck on their bodies; beyond words how disgusting.

Wei Shu had no interest here; probably Zheng Guoping hadn't learned after half a day, and had no interest either; Lu Cheng also didn't really want to come, and said a sentence.

"In the future, if you want to come, just invoke my Lu San'er title, and no one will bully you."

"Lu San'er?" Yang Yin glanced, "Aren't you called Lu Cheng?"

"Consider it my nickname; everyone here knows me."

"Oh, you're quite impressive, mixing so well here; really hard to tell."

Yang Yin felt a bit puzzled.

She thought Lu Cheng could go to university and also work, and even his father said how excellent he was; such a person must be a very 'template' individual.

In other words, the good kid from next door: top grades, enthusiastic and kind, the pride of his parents, obedient, sensible, filial.

But Lu Cheng gets along so well with those petty thugs, completely not the 'template' person she imagined.

She, not believing, asked, "Is your name that useful?"

"Hm?" Lu Cheng casually pointed at a crowd: "You can go over there, pick anyone at random and ask, then you'll know whether what I said is true or false."

Yang Yin actually went over, walked to the few people smoking and chatting, then went up to one person's head and slapped him.

Seeing a little girl swaggering there, those few people were stunned.

The slapped man covered his head, frowned and cursed, "Damn it, who the hell are you to hit me?"

Yang Yin, hands on hips, said, "I hit you! Not satisfied?"

"Hey, where did that wild girl come from! Needs to be taught a lesson."

The man immediately rolled up his sleeve, raised his hand to punish, causing Yang Yin to clutch her head with both hands and shout, "Lu San'er told me to hit you!"

When hearing that name, the man's hand froze midair: "Lu San'er?"

"Yes, he's over there," Yang Yin, still holding her head with one hand, pointed over.

When the man looked over, Lu Cheng awkwardly waved.

It is true that he sent Yang Yin, but he didn't tell her to go hit anyone.

Fortunately that person didn't make a fuss, but instead smirked and said to Yang Yin, "Hehe, so it was Lu San'er who sent you to hit, huh? Is one hit enough, or should we hit a bit more?"

Yang Yin then lowered the hand that had been holding her head and looked at the other party in disbelief.

She quickly shook her head and ran up to Lu Cheng, exclaiming excitedly, "Your reputation really works well; he didn't even dare to fight back."

Lu Cheng said with a stern face, "It's effective, but not the way you use it; just asking a couple of questions would suffice—who told you to hit people?"

Yang Yin, as if being very reasonable, puffed out her small chest and said, "Those two questions are neither painful nor ticklish; I think that by hitting people and then invoking your name we can test it better."

But don't tell me otherwise, hitting a little thug feels exhilarating.

Lu Cheng was utterly speechless; the little girl's way of thinking truly is unlike that of ordinary people.