Chapter 15

Tan Quelu kept talking to the system on her way back.

[System, please check if churches in this world can hold charity sales, how long the process takes, and approximately how much will be left after deducting taxes.]

The system, still reeling from his merciless scolding, instinctively replied: 【Okay, okay, please wait a minute… Host, you're not angry with me anymore?】

The last sentence even sounded a bit like a sob.

Tan Quelu remained calm: "When did I get angry with you? It's just that you always side with Xia Xing and F3, and that made me uncomfortable."

As long as you continue to support and understand me, I won't be angry, okay?

Is that so?

Yes, the host is so kind, yet it's only concerned about the protagonist's safety; it's really unreasonable.

The system was delighted and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, host. I won't say those things again. I'll always support you!"

Tan Quelu grunted twice, signaling it to quickly send over the data.

A pop-up page appeared on his phone, showing him comparing different colors of the product and calculating a rough figure in his notes. He concluded that if the donation was less than this amount, then Wei Guan was lying to him.

Tan Quelu put away her phone, but after a few seconds, she was still a little uneasy.

He turned his head to look at the driver in the driver's seat, and suddenly looked pleasantly surprised: "Auntie? You're the driver today! Do you remember me?"

The van was stopped at a red light.

The driver paused for a moment, then nodded: "I remember, I accidentally bumped into Mr. Tan last time. Are you alright?"

"It's alright, you can just call me Que Lu." Tan Que Lu smiled, her innocent face revealing a touch of childishness. He glanced at the documents on the back seat and sighed softly, "Wow, President Wei's place is full of work documents, and even the data on the screen is something I can't understand. He's really working hard."

The driver paused for a moment, a strange look on his face.

Last week, she inadvertently saw the screen in the back seat, which displayed a Weibo user named [tqlhpl]. President Wei often looked up during work breaks and spent a long time looking at this Weibo account.

When Mr. Wei rushed back yesterday, he even called his assistant and asked him to prepare ten more phone numbers so that they could be blocked ten times.

Now that I think about it, the first three letters of that username must have been an abbreviation of the boy in front of me, right?

The driver was worried about his employer's mental health, but he just smiled and said, "The group is very busy, and Mr. Wei is capable of doing more work."

Tan Quelu nodded in agreement: "I think so too. President Wei is so outstanding, he probably doesn't have any hobbies, right? That's amazing."

The driver, guessing at how close Wei Guan was to Tan Quelu, replied, "Not really."

"Besides work, Mr. Wei also exercises regularly. He is good at explosive power and takes time each month to shoot targets and go rock climbing. Recently, he has been enjoying tea and has bought a lot of green tea to brew. He has very healthy lifestyle habits and knows how to take care of himself."

"Moreover, because our group mainly focuses on AI, all marketing plans have to be reviewed by President Wei. President Wei is very knowledgeable about the latest internet slang and trends, and he is not old-fashioned at all."

A CEO who is open-minded, fit, humorous, and youthful sounds much better than a perverted guy who eats bullets.

The driver felt he had gone to great lengths for his employer.

Tan Quelu completely missed the driver's intention. She said "Oh," then lowered her eyes and asked cautiously, "He just gave me some information about the Capital University... I'm afraid I won't get in. Will President Wei be disappointed in me if I do? Why does he want me to get into the Capital University so badly?"

The van passed through the green light and came to a smooth stop at the intersection in front of St. Weston.

The driver turned his head and smiled: "President Wei won't be disappointed."

"Que Lu, don't feel pressured. Capital University is renowned worldwide. If you can get in, your future will be limitless. President Wei probably just wants you to have a better life."

Speaking of her own children, she said, "My daughter is currently studying at the Capital University. She's only a junior, but she's already received many internship offers from large companies. Isn't this the result of generations of support from an ordinary family like ours? I bet the Elk Green family feels the same way, right?"

She smiled and looked at Tan Quelu gently: "You're still an eighteen-year-old kid, while President Wei is already a mature adult."

"Don't feel pressured. Seize any opportunity to be lifted up; your excellence deserves it."

The black van slowly drove away.

Tan Quelu, carrying her schoolbag, walked alone on the bustling street, looking up at the clear blue sky.

He suddenly felt a little confused.

What does it mean to lift someone up? What does it mean to be worthwhile?

No one ever told him any of this. He spent his first seven years homeless, was taken in by a temple after that, was sent to a juvenile detention center at fifteen, and died in a car accident at eighteen. Throughout all of this, no one cared about his future.

His life should be dedicated to a merciful God. He should cleanse all hunger, sickness, and lies, and create justice, peace, and happiness.

Even if he doesn't understand what happiness is in detail.

Tan Quelu lowered her head, looking at the information about Capital University in her hand.

Originally, he only wanted to find out Wei Guan's weaknesses indirectly, but the driver's words gave him a headache. He couldn't understand them, so he wouldn't make things difficult for himself.

Elm carefully put away the documents, carried her backpack into St. Weston, swiped her card, and went upstairs.

It's not even nine o'clock yet, still very early. I wonder if the protagonist has died yet.

Tan Quelu was about to scan her iris when she went in.

The dormitory door suddenly flung open from the inside.

Xia Xing was pale and rushed forward anxiously. She hadn't even changed the clothes she was wearing when she fainted, and seemed to be in a great hurry.

Tan Quelu reacted quickly, nimbly dodging him. Xia Xing bumped into the doorknob, but ignoring the pain, he immediately turned around and looked at Tan Quelu at the door with a look of surprise: "Quelu, you didn't leave?"

Que Lu looked on innocently, puzzled: "Go? I just went to the cafeteria for breakfast, where else could I go?"

“I thought you left with Zhong Wan…” Xia Xing forced a smile, reached out to grab Tan Quelu’s wrist, and shook her head: “It’s okay, let’s not mention that unlucky name. It’s good that you’re still here… Let’s go back to the dormitory.”

Tan Quelu didn't struggle and followed the protagonist into the dormitory, putting down his schoolbag.

Xia Xing muttered to himself like a crazed eunuch in the cold palace: "Were you too scared after I fainted yesterday, so you forgot to move me to the bed? I'm sorry, I was too emotional and scared you."

"Those gifts are gone too. Did you return them to Zhong Wan? It's okay, I can buy you new ones."

Que Lu smiled slightly: "It's okay. By the way, Zhong Wan is doing very well. Did you forget what I said yesterday? You have a misunderstanding about him."

"We don't need to return the gifts."

Xia Xing froze.

After a long pause, he turned his head and looked at Tan Quelu in disbelief, his eyes slightly bloodshot: "What did you say?"

Xia Xing became agitated: "You forgot? You told me the day before yesterday that you were afraid of Zhong Wan, but yesterday you went cycling with him to celebrate your birthday, and today you're telling me he's a really nice person and that I shouldn't misunderstand him!"

What exactly did that scumbag Zhong Wan say to Que Lu?!

Tan Quelu looked at the protagonist's face.

Arguments, jealousy, anger, screaming.

This is the face and the emotions he knows so well.

He handled all of this with ease, his eyelashes trembling slightly as he unconsciously took a few steps back: "Xiao Xing, don't get agitated..."

Xia Xing saw the fear in his eyes and suddenly came to her senses.

He was experiencing excruciating pain in the back of his head and his stomach was churning. Having not eaten for a long time and having been unconscious all night, he was now in a state of near-limits.

But Xia Xing quickly took a few breaths, her expression softening rapidly, and she said in a hoarse, pitiful voice, "I'm sorry, my head hurts a little, my tone wasn't very good..."

Tan Quelu was indeed soft-hearted. She immediately helped him to the sofa with concern, frowning and saying, "What should we do? I'll call an AI doctor to come to your home. Don't move."

Xia Xing grabbed Tan Quelu's wrist and refused in a hoarse voice: "No need."

"It's Sunday today, so just don't leave the dorm. Elm, let's study here. I'll teach you anything you don't understand. Stay here."

"OK."

Tan Quelu smiled and nodded in agreement. Her cheeks were light and fair in the sunlight, like the flesh of some kind of jade, making one want to take a bite.

Xia Xing stared at his face in a daze, and finally her nerves relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed, he could smell his own scent.

I was unconscious all night and didn't wash up, so I didn't smell good.

Their eyes met.

Xia Xing noticed a subtle hint of disdain flashing in Tan Quelu's eyes.

...Is he tolerating him?

Xia Xing jumped up and pushed Que Lu away. Her face suddenly burned, and she even felt embarrassed, more ashamed than if she had been slapped in public.

He hurriedly explained, "Que Lu, I was in such a rush today that I forgot to take a shower. I'm sorry, I'll go take a shower now!"

Tan Quelu exclaimed "Ah!" and smiled, saying "Okay."

Xia Xing rushed into the room, looking so devastated that she wanted to replace her skin with a durian.

How could he ignore his own smell? How shameful! Won't Green find him repulsive? Green is a good boy; how could a good boy like someone who's unclean!

It's all that beast Zhong Wan's fault! Xia Xing viciously cursed Zhong Wan to be hit by a car and die immediately.

Tan Quelu got up, went to the kitchen, and lowered her eyes to wash the hand that had just touched Xia Xing.

Ding-dong.

My phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and opened it; it was F1.

Zhong Wan: [Going downstairs, something's up.]

At the same time, the familiar roar of motorcycles could be heard outside.

Tan Quelu ignored him, dried her hands, and first took out the materials from the Capital University and put them in the drawer on the right side of her desk, where there was also a stack of popular science books and a handwritten list.

Tan Quelu looked at Wei Guan's handwriting, tapped it with her fingertip, and objectively commented: "Crazy."

After saying that, he closed the drawer, ignoring the protagonist who was frantically scrubbing himself in the bathroom, and went downstairs.

Downstairs in the dormitory building.

The weather was hot and dry. Today was Sunday, and students were coming and going near the Wenhua Building.

Everyone looked surprised and glanced at the familiar black motorcycle and the two luxury cars next to it.

The blond boy wasn't wearing a helmet, ignoring all gazes; his figure was tall and slender.

Today he wore a navy blue sleeveless top, revealing his well-defined arm muscles. His stubble had been cut off and styled, and a faint scent of perfume lingered around him, making him look like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Zhong Wan lowered her arrogant eyebrows and eyes, patiently looking at her phone.

Tsk, why hasn't Tan Quelu replied to him yet?

Is he still sleeping? I definitely took him for a ride too late yesterday. Ha, Tan Quelu didn't even tell me. Does he think that letting him vent his emotions is more important than his own health?

Is Tan Quelu really that concerned about him?

That makes sense, otherwise he wouldn't have made a special trip to wish me a happy birthday and even made me a handmade umbrella.

"Chenbi, am I seeing things? Is Awan smiling at her phone?"

Standing next to the black sedan, Wei Zhiyan had goosebumps all over his body and felt a chill run down his spine: "Is he possessed by a ghost?!"

Xie Chenbi's eyes, hidden beneath his black hair, remained indifferent as he said calmly, "He's going to take the special admissions students to the auction. What do you think?"

Wei Zhiyan clicked his tongue twice, lazily leaned back against the hood of his red sports car, and looked at Zhong Wan again: "Wan, your little green bird hasn't flown down yet."

"Do you want to fly upstairs to find him?"

"Get lost." Zhong Wan ignored him.

People around were secretly taking pictures and frantically posting on the forum, asking what was going on.

[Aliens have invaded St. Weston! What are these three high-and-mighty young masters doing in the special admissions area?]

[OMG, where is this? Why is Young Master Zhong dressed like that? (winking)]

[Today seems to be auction day. Is F3 going to grab all the special admissions students and sell them off?]

Tan Quelu had just come downstairs when she looked up.

The Tianlong F3 group stood tall and neatly in front of the special admissions dormitory, each with a luxury car behind them, looking like professional car models, their ostentatious display undisguised.

I heard a noise.

The three tall, long-legged car models turned their heads to look at him.

A note from the author:

Yes, that's probably the case. All three of them will genuinely fall in love with the green peacock.

Yes, that's right.