Chapter 17: If you can't stand the frustration, then it's because you have a rival in love that you don't like. ...

"Wow!" Wen Han exclaimed with a smile, pointing at Wen Ruan and asking Fang Songxia, "Who is he?"

"Uh... your brother who is not related to you by blood."

"I'm ignorant?" Wen Han said deliberately. "Did I spend millions of my family's money? Did my mother and her child get into trouble, forcing my family to sell the house from their first marriage?"

As soon as this bombshell was dropped, everyone around perked up their ears.

Wen Han asked Wen Ruan, "You know that I didn't tell anyone about these things at school because I was kind and didn't want people nagging me when I got home, right? I gave you a little naughtiness and you really took it for granted?"

"Then you shouldn't have hit them. How old are my grandparents? What if something really happened to them—"

"If something happens, just consider that money as medical expenses," Wen Han said nonchalantly. "Anyway, you can't pay back that much money."

Wen Han suddenly clapped her hands and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, I forgot! Your grandparents probably never intended to pay back the money, otherwise how come I haven't seen a single penny all these years? Are they really a family that's tacitly agreeing to be deadbeats?"

Wen Ruan's best friend, Zhang Huihui, whom Wen Han considers a total simp, suddenly appeared to defend Wen Ruan: "Wen Han, don't go too far. Even if that house belongs to your mother, wasn't it sold by your father? Why don't you scold your father instead of taking your anger out on Wen Ruan?"

Wen Han said disdainfully, "How do you know I haven't cursed at my dad, and Wen Ruan hasn't complained to you?"

"Also, that house was originally meant for me. They forced me to sell it while I was still a minor, and all that money went to them. If you feel sorry for him, then pay back the money for him. If you don't have the money, then stop getting in the way!"

Under Wen Han's aggressive onslaught, Zhang Huihui was speechless, and Wen Ruan pulled him aside and shook her head.

Zhang Huihui, lacking verbal skills, attempted a psychological victory, saying sarcastically, "Hmph, let's not reason with this unreasonable madman."

Wen Han had just said she was tired and was taking a sip of water to moisten her throat when she heard this and sprayed all the water on his face.

"Ah!" Zhang Huihui's scream was so sharp it could puncture eardrums. "Wen Han, you did that on purpose!"

Wen Han said, looking aggrieved, "I did it, I didn't mean to."

——

After Jingyu asked the homeroom teacher to explain for Wen Han, this was the scene he saw when he returned: Wen Han holding a water cup triumphantly, Wen Ruan with tears in her eyes, and Zhang Huihui jumping around and going crazy, being dragged along by him.

Wen Han wasn't afraid of Zhang Hui going back to complain; the weather was so hot, that little bit of water would have evaporated long ago.

"Jingyu, what did you want with the homeroom teacher just now?"

“I told him that I invited you to my house, but we both forgot to tell your dad.”

"Oh." Wen Han remembered that Jing Zhao had used tarot to calculate Wen Qingke's condition.

He took out the tarot reading book, flipped through it, and thought, "So many! When will I ever be able to memorize them all?"

"It seems that Jingzhao is doing quite well in his studies, as he can remember so much."

"Host, interest is the best teacher."

"That's why I'm bad at physics." Wen Han smiled. "Money is the best teacher, and I'll definitely memorize all of this for the sake of money."

Wen Han was flipping through the book when it was suddenly snatched away.

Yang Lanjun seemed to be in a good mood, and shooed Fang Songxia aside, sitting in his chair.

Out of sympathy for each other among cannon fodder, Wen Han had always been quite polite to her.

Wen Han reminded her, "I still want to watch."

Yang Lanjun glanced at him lazily: "Just take a look, don't be so stingy."

Wen Han: "......"

Yang Lanjun handed the book back to him: "You can tell fortunes? Can you tell my fortune?"

Wen Han asked curiously, "Why are you in such a good mood? That's strange." Ever since Yang Lanjun devoted herself to Gu Cheng, she hasn't been in a good mood. She gets angry every day because Gu Cheng likes Wen Ruan.

Yang Lanjun revealed a mysterious smile: "Of course it's because Wen Ruan lost face in public. I'm happy when he's unlucky."

She sincerely thanked him, saying, "Why didn't you tell me about those things sooner? Now I can spread his shameful deeds throughout the whole school."

"No, no!" Wen Han quickly stopped her. "Stop targeting Wen Ruan. It won't do you any good." You'll be the one who loses face in the end.

Yang Lanjun snorted and ignored her. Seeing that she was determined to go down this path, Wen Han had no choice but to give up her idea of ​​helping others.

"Hey, help me calculate this."

Wen Han asked, puzzled, "What question do you have to ask? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm participating in the Olympiad the day after tomorrow, so I'm sure I'll get first place again, right?"

...Wen Han can tell her this right now; Wen Ruan, as a dark horse, has thoroughly humiliated her arrogant attitude.

Yang Lanjun frowned: "Why aren't you moving?"

...How was he supposed to do anything about it? Saying it or not saying it wasn't an option either. Wen Han had no choice but to try a more tactful approach to discourage her: "I don't offer free calculations."

Yang Lanjun chuckled softly, and Wen Han saw her take her wallet out of her pocket.

"Wait, this has nothing to do with money... How much money are you planning to give?"

The system, witnessing his flexible bottom line, exclaimed in shock, "Host!"

"There's nothing I can do," Wen Han said, shrugging. "That pile of colorful papers confused my mind."

Yang Lanjun gave him fifty yuan: "If the calculation is inaccurate, I'll take it back."

He coughed and said, "What if my calculations affect you?"

Yang Lanjun raised an eyebrow: "Do you think I'll lose?"

This is awkward.

"I don't care if the result is bad; I only believe in my own abilities."

Fang Songxia put her arm around Wen Han's shoulder and whispered, "Don't believe her. If she's not number one, she'll tear you apart."

Yang Lanjun urged, "Hurry up."

Wen Han stiffly took out the cards, and after shuffling them like Jing Zhao, she spread them out: "Think about that question in your mind and then choose three cards."

Yang Lanjun randomly selected three cards.

Wen Han glanced at it: "I'm afraid that won't work."

"What do you mean?"

Fang Songxia whispered, "I told you so."

Wen Han returned the money to her, and Yang Lanjun slammed her hand on the table: "Explain yourself clearly."

"Uh... these three cards show that you are very strong," Wen Han said casually, making it up. "But a dark horse will appear during the competition."

"A dark horse?"

It's that rival you can't stand in love with. But Wen Han didn't dare tell her, in case she got angry and caused trouble for Wen Ruan, she would be the one who ended up in trouble.

Yang Lanjun narrowed her eyes dangerously, but in the end she still gave the money to Wen Han: "We'll know whether you're a charlatan or a master in three days."

Wen Han: "......"

*

Wen Han's feelings were quite complicated after earning fifty yuan on the first day.

Jingyu helped him put the cards away in a small box: "You learn very quickly."

"No," Wen Han whispered, "Wen Ruan will also participate; she can't win."

The afternoon practice was in English. After finishing her work, Wen Han continued studying the analysis book. Fang Songxia tapped the table with her hands behind her back, and Wen Han understood and gave him her own afternoon practice book.

Jing Yu took in their actions without saying anything.

The homeroom teacher knocked on the window behind them, and Fang Songxia quickly covered Wen Han's afternoon practice with a book.

"Wen Han, come here for a moment."

Zhang Huihui turned around and glared at him triumphantly.

Wen Han glanced at him coldly: "If he complains, I won't let him get away with it."

"Host, what are you going to do?"

"Isn't he secretly in love with his 'male god'? I'm going to tell everyone."

——

Wen Han followed his homeroom teacher to the corner of the stairs. He thought he was going to get a scolding, but it turned out to be Wen Qingke.

The bag he was holding contained five-yuan hamburgers from across the street from the school. The homeroom teacher laughed and said, "His classmate told me he went to his house. He probably forgot to tell you because he was having fun."

"Oh, thank you for your help, teacher." Wen Qingke called the homeroom teacher last night to inquire about the situation. The homeroom teacher only thought that Wen Han might have gone to Fang Songxia's house, but did not expect that she went to Jing Yu's house.

The homeroom teacher had to leave early because of something to do, so Wen Qingke asked, "Hanhan, have you had lunch yet?"

"have eaten."

Wen Qingke was a little embarrassed: "Then take it back and eat it when you're hungry after class."

Wen Han snapped out of her daze and said, "Oh."

"Hanhan!" Wen Qingke called out to him again, "Dad has washed the sheets again. Go home tonight and don't stay at your classmate's house."

"Um."

"Host." The system felt a little sorry for Wen Qingke, who didn't leave until Wen Han's figure disappeared. "Your father looks so pitiful."

“I used to think I shouldn’t have treated him like that, but I’ve developed a hard heart,” Wen Han asked. “Do you think I haven’t lost my temper with Wen Ruan’s family members before? They still dared to call people over. They don’t learn their lesson at all. If I don’t get angry, I’ll be the one feeling frustrated.”

"I've already suffered enough living this poor life. Remember this: never make yourself feel resentful in anything you do, or you'll suffer endless grievances."

The homeroom teacher was at the classroom door when she saw Wen Han coming over. She said sternly, "Wen Han, did you play a trick on your classmate? Apologize to Zhang Huihui."

Wen Han: "......"

*

After Wen Han went inside, she returned to her seat to put her things down. Fang Songxia whispered, "What did the homeroom teacher want with you?"

"Want a hamburger? My dad bought it."

Aren't you going to eat?

"I won't eat."

Fang Songxia devoured half a hamburger in one bite: "What were you doing again?"

Zhang Huihui couldn't hold back any longer and kept glancing in their direction. Wen Han said, "A lackey went to complain."

*

When Zhang Huihui saw Wen Han coming over, she deliberately lowered her head to do her homework, but she couldn't hide the corner of her mouth that was almost crooked to her ear.

Wen Han walked unhurriedly to his side, first observing his expression for a moment. Zhang Huihui, thinking Wen Han was humiliated, raised his eyes smugly.

Wen Han opened her mouth and smiled, "Zhang Huihui, did you muster up the courage to confess to your 'male god' yet?"

Zhang Huihui's expression immediately changed.

What are you saying?

"You've forgotten your 'male god' so quickly? He's become so famous!" Wen Han's voice gradually rose. "You mean that guy from Class Three—"

"Alright, stop talking!" Zhang Huihui said angrily, her face turning red.

"But the homeroom teacher wants me to apologize to you."

"...You don't need to apologize to me!"

Wen Han left satisfied.

A note from the author:

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Please! I might update every other day from now on. Please!