Chapter 16: The Ultimate Manipulation from the Older Sister!

"Looks insightful, but I'm not interested."

Jiang Cheng nodded solemnly, indicating his approval of her.

Then he turned and walked outward, greeting Su Peng and the others.

"I'm leaving first; I have something to do, so I won't be eating with you guys today."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The literary society's young ladies looked at Jiang Cheng's back with sparkling eyes, thinking of that poem just recited, paired with his waving silhouette at this moment.

So that's it.

A man's handsomeness comes not only from his looks; his attitude can also be handsome! …

Watching Jiang Cheng leave, Su Peng made up his mind: today he must get to the bottom of it and see whether the person Jiang Cheng is meeting is really an older sister! Actually, the matter Jiang Cheng mentioned, the appointment is at two in the afternoon.

Thus, strictly speaking, this midday period is free.

However, he bought a USB drive from outside the school, then picked up his laptop from the dormitory and went to the study room.

Only after sitting down in the study room did Jiang Cheng see the message Su Manyao had sent.

"Have dinner together tonight?" Jiang Cheng has been pondering this sister's motive, unable to figure it out.

Mainly, Jiang Cheng feels that although he's not an old slickster, he's also not a pure, naive college student in the true sense.

Yet in front of this aloof older sister, he feels a sense of being overwhelmed by her.

Jiang Cheng silently sighed, this kind of aloof, high-class older sister really knows how to play…

"No time tonight, next time." Jiang Cheng refused, being led around by the nose, so embarrassing.

Before he could put down his phone, the other side's message came back.

Su Manyao didn't say anything; she just sent a photo.

It shows a pair of legs wearing black stockings, stepping in high heels, with one leg crossed over the other.

This angle should be a selfie.

Through the black stockings, a faint silver-gray nail polish can be seen, indicating this is not an internet picture but truly Su Manyao's selfie.

Because yesterday in the car, Jiang Cheng had seen Su Manyao applying this very color.

Jiang Cheng: "What time tonight? My other schedules have already been cancelled."

Nailed it!

The sister is already so open; why am I still pretending?

The ultimate manipulation from the older sister! Su Manyao: "I'll specify the time later."

Jiang Cheng put down his phone and thought.

Never mind, let the sister be domineering as she wishes.

When the boy is strong, the sister leans on the wall; when the sister is strong, the boy lies flat! …

Not long after Jiang Cheng left the Library Pavilion, the people there had basically dispersed.

After all, given what happened today, few people remain in the mood to study poetry and literature or chat idly.

The principal, who hadn't gone home last night and was startled by Su Manyao's goddess-like charm, made a round of the school campus today and then came to the outside of the school.

Outside Modu Daxue there are many shops, all subsidized by the school.

Among them, food establishments predominate.

But there are also places like the Library Pavilion; Principal Ma Jinze, after inspecting two food shops, came to the basement of the Library Pavilion.

Behind him followed the head of the Academic Affairs Department and the Student Council President, Li Qiancheng.

"Are there many students coming here?" Principal Ma Jinze asked, looking at the sign of the Library Pavilion.

Student Council President Li Qiancheng said: "Quite a few students come here; buying books is one aspect, and there are guzheng rooms, piano rooms, and calligraphy rooms. Many students come to rent rooms here to practice, or to work part-time as instructors."

The principal nodded, very satisfied.

Most of the students they encountered on the way upstairs knew them and greeted the principal.

After looking at a few rooms, everyone was busy, and the principal didn't want to disturb them further.

Just as they were about to leave, they saw a fairly large room with its door open; the walls inside were hung with many calligraphic works.

The principal entered.

"Hello, Principal!"

"Hello, President!"

"Hello, Principal!"

The students inside greeted them one after another.

Ma Jinze smiled, nodded, walked in with his hands behind his back, "You go on with your work; I'll just have a look."

He immediately spotted the large piece of brush calligraphy on the table—a poem.

But after just a glance, he lost interest.

Such things are liked by those who like them, but there aren't any outstanding pieces; scrutinizing the words is actually meaningless.

Just as he was about to leave, his gaze fell on a girl who was arranging a photo frame.

"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters descending from the heavens, rushing to the sea never to return?"

What originally attracted the principal was that everything hung here was brush calligraphy, but this small piece of paper displayed in the frame is uniquely written in ballpoint pen.

He therefore took another look.

But just that glance, the first line captured the principal's attention.

"May I have a look, classmate?" the principal said to the girl arranging the frame, reaching out directly.

The girl merely stared for a moment, then happily shoved the frame into the principal's hands: "Sure!"

She knew this poem was excellent; sharing beautiful things always makes people feel joyful.

The principal held the frame in one hand, looking at the text on it and began to read aloud.

His gaze grew brighter and brighter!

"Good, good! Great!"

"What a fine poem!"

The student council president and the director of academic affairs also couldn't help but come over to look.

They had thought the principal was just going through the motions, giving a casual response, but when they actually saw the content, their eyes revealed surprise.

Although they hadn't studied poetry much, that didn't mean they lacked the ability to appreciate it.

This poem is clearly out of the ordinary at a glance! The female student whose photo was in the frame saw the principal's reaction and she was very happy.

"Are these all written by people from our school?" the principal asked, holding the frame, his chin sweeping over the surrounding calligraphy and paintings! Wang Qi, who hadn't left yet, blurted out: "Yes, they're all written by our literary arts club members!"

"Not bad, not bad, our liberal arts students are quite excellent." The principal's smile actually had a touch of radiant glory, he shook the frame in his hand, "This too was written by a literary arts club student, right?"

Wang Qi hesitated for a moment and said: "No…"

The principal's face, which had just been glowing with radiance, stiffened for a moment.

The prouder he had been just a moment ago, the harder the slap to his face now.

But upon reflection, it's not surprising either—such a work would be more fitting if it came from a master's hand; to say a young student could produce something like this would truly be a dragon among men, a rare find.

The female student standing beside the principal, whose photo was in the frame, added at this point: "It was written by a senior in his second year, but he's not a member of our literary arts club!"

"Ah? Hahaha!" The principal's face, which had just frozen, broke into a hearty laugh: "I told you! Our school's liberal arts students are quite excellent!"

"It's not surprising that a second-year senior wrote it; if it had been a first-year freshman, that would truly be astonishing!" The principal, feeling smug, tried to make up for his earlier embarrassment.

He then asked: "What's the name of that senior?"

The female student blurted out: "I know his name is Jiang Cheng, a senior in the Philosophy Department!"

The principal, the director of academic affairs, and the student council president all stared blankly, racking their brains, but that name was nowhere in their memory!

Then the principal, his face full of glory, turned to the director of academic affairs and said: "When you have time, you can ask which student it is."

(End of chapter)