Chapter 40: Stare at them until they're dead! [Second Update]

Mr. Qu and his fishing buddies divided the remaining vegetables among themselves. Mr. Qu, who had paid, had the first choice. He almost didn't hesitate and immediately took the largest amount of leftover glutinous rice balls.

The remaining two, however resentful, could only divide the first three dishes equally.

When they parted ways, they both had dark expressions on their faces but still wanted to meet again.

Let's make plans for next weekend!

By making an appointment in advance, they can also plan their own meals.

When Mr. Qu returned home, he took the glutinous rice balls out of the water and poured the soup into a food storage container, intending to drink it the next morning.

Qu Qingqing went out with her friends in the evening and wasn't home. Qu's father presented his wife with three glutinous rice balls as if they were a treasure.

Qu's mother almost slammed the door on his face.

Are you crazy?!

Give her the leftover glutinous rice balls!

Mr. Qu still complained, "They were clean; I saw they were using serving chopsticks."

Qu's mother looked at him suspiciously, but in the end she ate one, and then silently ate the remaining two.

Mr. Qu looked on, eager for praise: "Isn't it delicious? Let me tell you, the Wen family said they'll be having a feast every weekend, but there aren't many dishes, and you need to make a reservation in advance. Our whole family will go in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Qu's mother nodded, then suddenly asked, "Saturday evening, right?"

Mr. Qu hummed in agreement.

Qu's mother seemed to be deep in thought.

"You said... never mind, I can't explain it to you."

Qu's mother returned to her bedroom and called her younger sister: "Xiaoyue, didn't you say before that Zhenhua wanted to invite people to dinner?"

Qu's mother's brother-in-law is a salesman, but business has been tough in recent years, and his clients are becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with. This time, he had a particularly difficult client, and it took him a long time to figure out what the client liked and cater to their preferences. He was so busy recently that he didn't even have time to attend Qu Xiaoyu's college entrance celebration banquet.

When Qu's mother heard her younger sister mention it a couple of times, she said that this time, the tough guy had no other hobbies except for eating.

It's said that my brother-in-law once sent me ham and caviar, but the other party refused them both. He was polite in his words, but it was clear that he wasn't interested.

As her sister poured out her grievances on the phone, Qu's mother said, "You know their industry. Although doing well is important, if you don't have close enough connections, why would anyone give you a project?"

Qu's mother: "Where is that person from?"

"He's from Hong Kong Island, but he said he grew up in mainland China and went there later."

Wen's mother thought for a moment: "Started from scratch?"

"Probably so. He must have a rather eccentric temper. He's over forty, doesn't own a car or a house, isn't married, and usually stays in hotels."

Wen's mother told her sister about her plan: "We're going to try anything, even if it's a long shot. Didn't Zhenhua say there wasn't much hope? Let's see if we can ask him for help."

Since that person has such a love for food, they must have eaten all over the country over the years.

Who knows, this unconventional approach might actually bring some benefits.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a hesitant reply: "Then let me explain, and we'll see what Zhenhua thinks."

After hanging up the phone, Qu's mother called her daughter again.

"The soup your dad brought back is in the fridge. If you come home late, just heat it up in the microwave and drink it yourself."

Facing her mother, Qu Qingqing immediately said, "Okay, I'll drink it when I get home tonight."

As for the devastation that Mr. Qu felt the next morning when he opened the refrigerator to find that the soup he had left behind had vanished, both mother and daughter said it didn't matter. After all, Wenji was still there, and Mr. Qu could just order more.

****

On the first weekend, Wen Fan only made business with one single.

On the other hand, after Wen's father changed the stove, the efficiency increased dramatically, and the number of people ordering claypot rice and steamed rice dishes in the shop was even split in half.

Wen's mother was in a good mood and decided to go look at cars next week.

"I'll buy a used minivan. Winter's coming soon, at least I won't suffer on the road."

A decent used car would cost around 20,000 yuan. Wen's mother prepared the money and deposited the rest in the bank.

Although the balance of tens of thousands of yuan is not much, it is the foundation for the family's livelihood.

Wen's father is becoming more and more skilled at making claypot rice, and his flipping motions are so skillful that he can handle several pots at the same time.

Before going to school on Monday, Wen Fan reminded his parents, "The jar of chicken sauce can be opened today."

With more claypot rice, more sauce is needed, so Wen Fan made two more jars over the weekend.

Seeing that the shop couldn't hold all the food, Wen Fan successfully requisitioned a corner of his family's living room. Wen's father had someone build an iron shelf, on which he placed two large, old-fashioned jars.

Wen Fan wrote the time on the jar, making sure the shop didn't run out of food.

Wen's mother poured her a glass of warm water: "I remember, you little rascal."

Wen's mother carefully checked her daughter's schoolbag. This was not to supervise Wen Fan, but because she discovered on the weekend that Wen Fan never brought a water bottle to school. If she didn't bring a water bottle, what would she drink at school?

Wen's mother could think of this even with just her toenail.

So I had to supervise myself, firstly to check if there were any drinks in my backpack, and secondly to check if I had brought a teacup.

"When you go to the store at noon, bring your own water bottle and drink all the water in it."

Wen Fan pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly.

Actually, it's fine if she doesn't drink it; no one will know if the water is poured out anyway.

However, Wen's mother trusted Wen Fan very much. As long as she nodded, she was not afraid of not drinking water.

Wen Fan went to school with her brand new bear-shaped water bottle. As soon as she entered the classroom, she heard Jin Rui's voice.

"Brother Chuan even has a limited edition game console at home!"

"Holy crap, don't you know? I almost drowned in the swimming pool."

"Home theater? That's nothing special, but it's still more fun to play games online with a bigger screen..."

...

When Wen Fan entered the classroom, Jin Rui's voice grew even louder, as if he were showing off his own home.

Han Lulu quietly asked Wen Fan, "Have you finished your weekend homework?"

Wen Fan took out his homework: "I did it."

Wen Fan had done it, but he clearly felt that he had made a lot of mistakes in math.

Han Lulu cried out without thinking, "Heroine, save me!"

She was busy following celebrities this week and only found out last night that there were three math worksheets instead of two. She tried her best on the first one but only managed to finish half of it.

Wen Fan hesitated and said, "Actually, I did do it, but it probably wasn't very good..."

She's been learning online and is only in her third year of junior high school.

She only had a superficial understanding of high school math, and her performance was even worse than the original owner of the body.

Han Lulu: "It's okay!"

She only prayed that her life wouldn't be empty!

Wen Fan had no choice but to let her copy the test paper, while he found his junior high school math textbook to look at.

Jin Rui noticed the two of them talking quietly, and immediately felt extremely uncomfortable.

That's not right at all!

Why doesn't Wen Fan criticize himself?

Jin Rui gritted his teeth, thinking that when Wen Fan came to him again, he would ask Wen Fan if he was trying to attract Fu Chuan's attention.

If not, why does she only target him and not others?

Wasn't it so that Fu Chuan would look at her differently?

Jin Rui recalled what Fu Chuan's friends said about Wen Fan when he was at Fu Chuan's house.

"It's just a change of tactics. When persistent pursuit didn't work, they started playing hard to get."

"Hilarious, that's all there is to it."

"You used to skip classes and elope, and now you're pretending to be a good student? Who are you kidding!"

Jin Rui joined those people in mocking Wen Fan, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

That's right. Wen Fan is acting all high and mighty right now, isn't she just trying to get Fu Chuan's attention?

Otherwise, why would she target me?

Jin Rui became more and more excited as he thought about it, determined to get revenge.

But Wen Fan didn't take the bait?

Deeply scheming!

Jin Rui stared intently at Wen Fan's retreating figure.

Wen Fan didn't even glance at him until the bell rang.

Han Lulu whispered to Wen Fan, "Jin Rui has been glaring at you the whole time."

Wen Fan rolled his eyes: "Let him glare then."

With such poor grades, how dare he glare at her? He should be glaring at his homework instead!

As expected, Jin Rui didn't hand in his homework again when it was time to collect it.

He grinned and winked at the math class representative, "Hey beautiful, please, don't tell the teacher!"

The math class representative was of average appearance, and a hint of disdain flashed in Jin Rui's eyes, but he still poured out a whole bunch of sweet words without restraint.

"Fairy, please have mercy!"

He was only thinking of himself, but doing so in front of the whole class undoubtedly made the math class representative feel embarrassed.

A boy a few seats away from Jin Rui, who was on good terms with him, laughed at him: "Look at you, you'll make the math class representative fall in love with you again!"

The math class representative threw down the collected homework, returned to her seat, and cried in embarrassment.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say anything."

Wen Fan felt annoyed. She raised her head and expressionlessly memorized the faces of these people.

Very well, they are all birds of a feather with Jin Rui. They were the ones who teased the original owner the most in the class.

Jin Rui was still laughing and joking: "Get lost, you made someone cry, aren't you going to comfort them?"

"Wow, they're collecting your homework, why aren't you comforting them..."

During the ten minutes of preparation time before class, several boys spoke loudly and freely.

The math class representative's deskmate whispered to comfort her, while Wen Fan stood up.

Jin Rui and the other boys were speechless, as if they had been choked.

Wen Fan put away the class representative's test paper and walked towards the math class representative's desk under Han Lulu's shocked gaze.

The girl wearing large black-rimmed glasses had red, swollen eyes from crying.

Wen Fan pulled a round ball out of his pocket: "Do you want some rice balls?"

She's really not good at comforting people; the only kindness she can express is by giving them food.

The class representative was stunned, and before he knew it, he had accepted the assignment.

Wen Fan then asked, "Do you need me to take your homework to the office for you?"

The class representative gave a heavy hum, then whispered, "Thank you."

Wen Fan picked up the exam paper and went out the door.

Jin Rui and the others managed to say a few words, though they were barely holding back.

"What are you pretending for!"

"Exactly, she's become more prominent."

"This is so boring."

But no one knew what Wen Fan would do, so the group fell silent again.

The whole class was listening intently for Wen Fan to return.

A short while later, Wen Fan entered the classroom.

The math teacher followed behind him.

The math class representative is a good student, but shy. When handing in homework, she usually writes the names of those who haven't handed it in on a slip of paper. Occasionally, the math teacher leaves in a hurry and doesn't even have time to read the slips.

But Wenfan is different.

The math class representative just watched as the math teacher walked in.

"Jin Rui, Yu Qiang, Liang Tao... those who didn't hand in their homework, stand at the back!"

"You're arguing instead of handing in your homework! Finish it today, or you'll have to stand up again tomorrow!"

...

Wen Fan listened attentively, even though she didn't understand much of it.

Han Lulu clutched her pounding heart. She looked at Wen Fan's profile as if she were looking at a god. She wrote on the note: "Jin Rui and the others are glaring at you from behind."

Wen Fan chewed on his pen, writing down the points he hadn't understood at all in his notebook, worrying about when he would be able to catch up on those points.

"Stare at them until they're dead."

What a piece of trash! You should be standing at the back of the class until the end of the semester!

Han Lulu gave a thumbs up.