Chapter 30: All interpretation rights belong to the organizer

How much???

10w.

"This is way too much!" Shu Lingchen stared: "You didn't say that at the beginning?"

Shu Shu spoke righteously, not at all guilty: "Didn't I say I forgot?"

"……" Shu Lingchen looked at Shu Shu with resentful eyes; after a moment, he said: "Mom, you're playing childish games."

Hmph.

Shu Shu tilted her head, looking like she was saying, "I'm just playing—what's the problem?"

So you're dissatisfied with this 10w withdrawal threshold?

Of course! Ten wan—I have to save up until when can I withdraw? My hands are about to break from raising them! I, I protest!

Oh, protests are invalid.

Why?

All interpretation rights belong to the organizer. Shu Shu said: "If you insist on protesting, I'll consider you've given up this part-time job, and the 1100 just settled will all be cleared to zero."

Saying that, Shu Shu was about to pick up a pen to cross out the record.

Hey, wait! No!

Shu Lingchen panicked.

If it's cleared to zero, then wouldn't he have wasted his whole day's work and actually lost 1100?

That's too much of a loss!

Shu Shu stole a glance at the little idiot's troubled expression, suppressing a laugh: "How about it? Have you decided? Zero it out or keep going?"

Shu Lingchen gritted his teeth: "I'll continue!"

Of course he must continue; ten wan is ten wan—he'll start saving hard from tomorrow!

…

Bo Luo Zai thought seeing Shu Lingchen raise his hand to answer a question in class was already fantastical, but the next day as soon as he entered the classroom he saw Shu Lingchen reading again!

Speak! Who exactly are you? Which demon or monster, hurry up and get out of my brother Chen's body!

Bo Luo Zai grabbed a mop from the janitor's corner, treating it as a sword, his face full of vigilance, pointing the dirty mop head at Shu Lingchen.

Sick? Shu Lingchen gave Bo Luo Zai a cold glance: "If you're ill, get lost, don't disturb my studying."

Preview?! Bo Luo Zai's face full of shock: "I didn't mishear, right?! Brother Chen, you you you are previewing?!"

Shu Lingchen couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

He previewed so that when the teacher called roll during lecture, he could raise his hand and answer correctly; if answered correctly, the reward would be doubled.

But Shu Lingchen used to just play when he went to school, his foundation was weak; even if he previewed beforehand, many things in the textbook were completely incomprehensible.

But he wasn't discouraged; instead, he swaggered to the teachers' office with his textbook to ask the teacher.

These past two days, all the subject teachers of Gao Er (12) Ban were bewildered.

They never dreamed they would wait in the office for Shu Lingchen to come ask a question in this lifetime.

At first they thought this was the little tyrant's prank, intending to pull some stunt.

But surprisingly, the little tyrant listened attentively each time, coming and going honestly.

The homeroom teacher of Class (12) specially sought out Shu Lingchen, hemming and hawing, then indirectly asked how he had been coming to the office so diligently these past two days.

Shu Lingchen honestly replied: "I want to make money."

His answer was off-topic, leaving the homeroom teacher completely baffled.

…

Shu Lingchen's "abnormal" state continued until next Friday.

This week there's no break; over the weekend, San Zhong school-wide will hold a unified monthly exam.

Shu Lingchen again confirmed with Shu Shu: Is it really true that a one-point increase earns a ten-thousand reward?

Shu Shu said it's correct.

Shu Lingchen feared there might be unknown hidden clauses again, so he especially solemnly signed an agreement with Shu Shu.

Previously, Shu Lingchen felt nothing about exams; besides, he wouldn't be able to do them anyway.

But after these two weeks of "advanced study," he felt he had begun to grasp learning, actually picking up some knowledge, and he believed his score on this monthly exam could definitely increase by a dozen points or so.

A dozen points equals a dozen ten-thousand.

By then, the 10w withdrawal threshold would be a cinch for him, right?

So that Sunday afternoon after the exam, Bo Luo Zai called him to come over to play games at his place; he immediately agreed, after informing Shu Shu, he grabbed his bag and walked off shoulder-to-shoulder with a group of people.

Before leaving, Shu Shu instructed him: "Shu Lingchen, no fighting."

Without waiting for Shu Lingchen's reply, Shu Shu calmly said: "If you dare to fight, just see whether I'll beat you or not."

Shu Shu flexed her fair fists.

Bo Luo Zai and all his lackeys all gave Shu Lingchen a look of extreme sympathy.

— Recently, who knows which bastard has been spreading rumors about Brother Chen and Sister Shu's gossip.

They insist there's something flirtatious between them.

A bunch of blind fools.

They watch every day, and no matter how they look, they feel that Sister Shu and Brother Chen are just like their mom managing them.

Right right.

It's exactly like a mom managing her son!

They say Sister Shu has a secret crush on Brother Chen, but who conducts a secret crush by raising a fist at the slightest disagreement?

This is just like when at home, their mom, when she can't stand them, also gives them a slap—it's practically identical, except she doesn't say, "How did I give birth to such an unworthy little bunny?"—that kind of "hate iron for not becoming steel" remark.

As for Chen-ge, the image he instinctively wanted to avoid and the way they dodged slaps were exactly alike.

It's very vivid.

Oh dear, Chen-ge must not hear this; if he finds out he's being likened to a son, they'll be the ones getting beaten.

…

The little dim-witted son has been very well-behaved these past two days; Shu Shu returned home in a good mood, and on the way she changed direction, going back to the snack stall from the first day to buy a deluxe hand-held pancake.

She munched on it while slowly heading toward Yujingyuan.

When she reached the entrance of the residential complex, she bumped into a familiar figure.

Chu Lian.

At that moment, Chu Lian, wearing her school uniform and carrying a backpack, stood at the access gate, occasionally peeking around as if waiting for someone.

Why is she here?

Could it be that Shu Lingchen, that dimwit, leaked the fact that he lives in Yujingyuan?

So she's waiting for Shu Lingchen?

Later, Shu Shu learned the answer: Chu Lian wasn't there to look for Shu Lingchen.

Because she walked over, stood in front of her, and said gently, "Shu Shu classmate, do you have time?"

Chu Lian had come to find her.

…

Chu Lian's recent state can be described as nothing but anxious.

Since she persuaded Shu Lingchen to agree to Shu Shu, Shu Lingchen has shown no movement at all, and the two have yet to become an item.

As the monthly exam draws nearer, and today after the exam ended, someone came asking if they could visit the presidential suite where she 'lives' every day, scaring her into a cold sweat.

Her Eldest Young Lady persona is about to be exposed!

Chu Lian is already pressing hard, while Shu Lingchen, that idiot, is also emotionally slow-witted; hoping he'll hook up with Shu Shu is like waiting for a monkey year and horse month.

So Chu Lian decided to take matters into her own hands.

She came to matchmake Shu Lingchen and Shu Shu—

Chu Lian deliberately left school early and went to the gate of Yujingyuan to wait for Shu Shu.