Chapter 15: First pretend, then thrive—that

Everyone present froze, looking at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng had just won that round handsomely, but at the same time they thought the matter was over just like that.

After all, the arrogant Li Siyu had fled in defeat, but no one expected Jiang Cheng to call out to her at this moment and demand an apology.

Normally, in such a situation, things would become very complicated.

Su Peng, Liu Tao, and his childhood friend Chen Qian also looked at Jiang Cheng in puzzlement.

Although making Li Siyu apologize would feel satisfying.

But as she herself said, what could happen if she didn't apologize? You can't tie her up with a rope and make a bow, can you?

Moreover, calling the police wouldn't do much either.

Li Siyu looked at Jiang Cheng with a cold smile, annoyed and angry.

The man beside her, Zheng Zhiming, struck a carefree, frivolous pose: "Brother, have you read yourself stupid? Are you joking?"

Jiang Cheng ignored their looks, merely gazing at Li Siyu with disdain: "Are you sure you won't apologize?"

"Huh, yeah, I won't apologize—what, you'll eat me?" Li Siyu was so angry her nasolabial folds showed.

Jiang Cheng spread his hands, pointing at Su Peng, and said: "His sister is an associate professor at Modu Daxue—don't you think curing your ailment would be easy?"

"You're threatening me?"

"You actually saw through me."

"Siyu, don't pay him any mind—just a lousy university professor; what's the harm in making things difficult for you? Worst case, we quit school!" Zheng Zhiming pulled Li Siyu tight; having his woman threatened right in front of him was embarrassing.

But when the surrounding classmates heard Jiang Cheng's words, their expressions shifted; they weren't just now learning that the Su Peng standing there was Su Manyao's brother, yet without Jiang Cheng's reminder just now, they'd have forgotten by force of habit.

Li Siyu's complexion shifted.

Given her nature, the fact that she got into Modu Daxue shows how much effort she put into her studies; she believes knowledge changes fate, and she has indeed done so, having snagged a wealthy man.

But the core issue is that she believes in knowledge changing fate, not men changing fate; the ultimate result of knowledge is that diploma and evaluation.

This cannot be lost!

Without the label of being a top talent from Modu, she knows her worth would be much lower!

"Sorry, I apologize for my improper remarks just now to you and your friends." The highly educated Li Siyu was sincere.

"I still like your unruly, defiant look from just now."

Li Siyu swayed her petite, perky butt as she stormed off angrily.

Zheng Zhiming was even angrier; he had come to put on a show for several hours, and just as he was about to wrap up perfectly, his words turned out useless—his woman wouldn't listen to him and ended up apologizing to someone else right in front of him.

Liu Tao and Su Peng were both thrilled.

That scene just now really left the two of them at a loss, but Jiang Cheng single-handedly turned the tide.

Liu Tao slapped his big hand on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, beaming with relief: "Old Jiang, thanks today—you really have something; if you hadn't come, I'd definitely have been played by her!"

Su Peng, a loyal friend, clapped Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "No wonder you're my brother—I didn't expect you to have this skill; you really amazed Dad."

"Come to think of it, I didn't even know my sister had this use."

Jiang Cheng thought, "Your sister's usefulness goes far beyond that—you just don't get it."

But he couldn't say that; it would be like stabbing his brother in the back.

"I'm going to eat; today I'm treating, order whatever seafood you want!" Su Peng, feeling good, wanted to spend money.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, shook off his hand, and smiled: "You guys go eat; I've got something to attend to at noon."

Su Peng paused, looking at Jiang Cheng, and a thought suddenly popped into his head: "Could it be that you've arranged to meet my sister Su Manyao?"

"What's up?" Jiang Cheng asked, seeing his dazed expression.

"Nothing, nothing—if you'rebusy, go ahead; I'll treat you next time. Today Liu Tao and I are just going to eat." Su Peng waved his hand as if nothing had happened. But inside he thought, "Today I've got to keep an eye on things, see if Old Jiang is stabbing me in the back!"

Although suspecting the brother is wrong, still at a critical moment one must doubt! Liu Tao's childhood friend Chen Qian stepped forward two steps, hooked her fingers in front, leaned slightly, and timidly said to Jiang Shan: "Jiang bro, thanks today."

"No big deal." Jiang Cheng chuckled lightly.

"Xiao Qian, I previously misunderstood you." Wang Qi said then.

Li Siyu left, but Wang Qi, with her long freckles, didn't go with her; Wang Qi put on a stern face, adopting an "I'm just doing my job" air, and said: "You know I'm doing this for the literature club, not targeting you."

A few people glanced at her, then outright ignored her, acting all humble yet arrogant, really thinking everyone took her seriously.

Those around who had previously feared Li Siyu now looked at Wang Qi with disdain as well.

Although they hadn't stepped forward to uphold justice earlier, they also hadn't kicked someone when they were down.

After kicking someone when they're down, then claiming to be doing it for their own good—such people are truly disgusting.

Boom boom boom! Boom—sound waves came from downstairs, drifting in through the window.

Su Peng hurried over; he was sensitive to this sound, and Liu Tao followed behind to check it out.

"Pfft~"

Su Peng made a disdainful spitting gesture toward downstairs.

Liu Tao glanced and did the same.

The two windows were large; Chen Qian leaned on the other side, hesitated a moment, then joined in: "Hetui~"

It wasn't actually spitting, just a sound‑effect gesture.

Others in the literature club, many of whom knew what was going on, went over to look—and sure enough, a red 911 was parked downstairs, revving its engine loudly.

That was Li Siyu's man's car.

To be honest, it's quite annoying.

Wang Qi, because she had just apologized proactively yet no one paid her any heed, now had a black face and even greater resentment.

"Spitting off the cuff—really no class!"

"Can't you just call the police?" Su Peng had learned that from his sister.

Liang Chuqin stood with hands behind his back, leapt up to Jiang Cheng, slightly bent his waist so his face was close to Jiang Cheng's, looked up from below, and said: "Little bro, may I ask your name? I'm Liang Chuqin."

Jiang Cheng looked at the mischievous female student, not knowing what she wanted to do, "Jiang Cheng."

Liang Chuqin said, "Then Jiang Cheng, little bro, let's work together from now on?"

Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow, "What can we cooperate on, playing house? You be mom, I be dad?"

"Really bad." Liang Chuqin blinked her big eyes, "Let's cooperate to show off!"

Jiang Cheng:??? Could it be that they're playing some kind of new thing?

Liang Chuqin stood straight, chest out, and said, "You see, you can write poetry, I can write calligraphy; together we are invincible."

"From now on, whatever the literary club can show off, we will show off; whatever the literary club cannot show off, we will also show off!"

"First show off, then enjoy; this is our combination!"

Jiang Cheng's cerebellum even shrank a bit.

"Not everyone beside is looking, right? Isn't it embarrassing? Little sis? "Don't look at others, what do you care what they do, we show off our own.""

Liang Chuqin righteously said, "I'm good at calligraphy; if I went to the calligraphy club, they'd write even better, but I like to show off, so I don't go to the calligraphy club—I came to the literary club!"

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(End of chapter)