Chapter 43 (043) Shaomai [First Update]

In just two days, Wen Fan suddenly realized that his popularity seemed to have improved.

Specifically, this manifested in several ways: someone would give up their seat for her in music class; the student in front of her would suddenly correct her pronunciation while she was reciting in English class; and when the physics test papers were being handed out, the physics class representative would inexplicably say, "You can ask me if you don't understand anything"...

Wen Fan looked like she'd seen a ghost. If she remembered correctly, this physics class representative seemed to have a good relationship with Fu Chuan and the others.

The physics class representative adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat uncomfortable: "I'm the physics class representative, it's my duty to explain problems to my classmates."

She paused for a moment, then added quietly, "I haven't said anything about you before."

Wen Fan: "...Thank you."

However, it's not necessary. Qin He is a very responsible teacher, and Wen Fan was already exhausted during the half hour after school yesterday afternoon. In the short term, she will have to devote all her energy to dealing with math.

Qin He also comforted her: "Men may deceive you, friends may betray you, but math won't, because if you can't do math, you just can't."

After telling this lame joke, Qin He reassured Wen Fan: "But if you study hard with me this semester, I guarantee you'll get 120 on your final exam."

Wen Fan trembled. Her scores on the first quiz of the semester were out. She only got 40 out of 150 in math.

The road ahead is long and endless.

The physics class representative returned to his seat, and his deskmate excitedly asked him, "How did it go? Did Wen Fan say he'd bring you breakfast?"

He had long coveted Qin He's deskmate; he hadn't done anything wrong, but he was benefiting from Qin He's fame.

She ate one of the steamed buns Wen Fan gave her yesterday. Today, Qin He deliberately avoided going out for breakfast, but still left her a shumai.

Qin He's deskmate ate the entire shumai, bite by bite, under everyone's watchful eyes.

According to her, the glutinous rice inside this shumai was especially fragrant, and there was a salted egg yolk wrapped in the middle!

"Its skin is as thin as paper!"

The name "paper-wrapped shumai" is truly fitting!

The physics class representative's deskmate was so envious that he immediately found a shortcut between "actively seeking out Wen Fan" and "studying hard"—his chicken deskmate.

"You need to step up your game! Wen Fan doesn't seem to be good at science, so you need to make use of your strength in physics!"

The physics class representative said, "I told her! She said that getting 100 in physics is not as good as getting 150 in math, which she can catch up on faster!"

The physics class representative was heartbroken when she thought about how she had chased after Wen Fan to ask if she wanted to take physics lessons, only to be met with Wen Fan's comment.

The classmate at the desk was like a mother who had failed at pushing her child too hard: "Look at you, and then look at Qin He."

"I can't live a good life with you!"

The physics class representative, tears welling up, said, "This is all my fault..."

What is the Education Bureau doing? Why is it that a perfect score in physics is only 100?

...

Han Lulu quietly sidled up to Wen Fan and stammered, "Actually, I'm pretty good at biology!"

She was well-rounded in all her subjects, except for biology, which she considered passable. Han Lulu spoke softly, clearly aware that within the sciences, biology held the lowest status.

But Han Lulu mustered up her courage to promote herself: "If you have any questions about biology, you can ask me."

After saying that, he looked at Wen Fan with an expectant expression.

Wen Fan:......

She finally connected with Han Lulu's brainwaves, and then she felt...

What kind of nonsense is this?

"...I'll bring you some tomorrow."

Han Lulu is a kind-hearted girl, and Wen Fan likes her quite a bit. The reason she didn't bring her breakfast was simply because Han Lulu's home seemed to be not far away, and she often saw Han Lulu eating breakfast at the steamed bun shop across from the school.

Han Lulu said that this was nonsense and that she didn't like eating the steamed buns across the street at all: "Actually, I'm often hungry too."

After playing the victim card to the point that Wen Fan promised that she would get a share as well as Qin He, Han Lulu felt embarrassed.

Qin He does have a skill (…), while I, a slacker, am not as secure with my salary as Qin He (…).

"...I heard you have a dog, right?"

Wen Fan nodded.

Qu Xiaoyu had previously told her with great concern that her dog, Egg Yolk, would one day become a fearsome monster...

To help her gain a deeper understanding, Qu Xiaoyu even found several world classics for her to read.

But Wen Fan observed carefully and felt that Qu Xiaoyu was talking nonsense.

Her family's egg yolks are so well-defined!

As for the dog urinating at home, Egg Yolk had it a few times, but she later asked her parents to walk it more often, and it got better soon.

There was also a sound. Wen Fan had been busy with her homework lately and slept late. Whenever Egg Yolk made a sound, she would use one hand to pinch Egg Yolk's mouth shut.

Destroying things... It's still young! Puppies are full of energy; it destroys things because it doesn't have any toys!

Han Lulu patted her chest and said, "I'll cover all your dog's food and pet supplies from now on!"

Wen Fan thought about it and thought it was a good idea. Although the egg yolk was small and it was understandable that it would destroy things, it would be good to have some toys to change its mood.

Han Lulu took out her phone and let Wen Fan choose pet toys. She also gave a detailed introduction to her family's business. Her parents ran an online pet supplies store, and their house was piled high with these kinds of things.

"Here, this dog food is the best. I'll bring you forty pounds tomorrow."

I don't know if Wen Fan's dog is a large or small breed.

Wen Fan said, "I don't want dog food. My dog ​​doesn't eat dog food."

Egg Yolk was a clever little dog. After tasting Wen Fan's cooking, it even looked down on Wen's father's cooking and treated him differently, drinking more water than Wen Fan poured for it.

Han Lulu fell silent.

After a long pause, her voice trembled as she asked, "You mean, your dog eats that kind of dog food every morning?"

Wen Fan: "Yes."

What else?

Poor Egg Yolk, such a small dog without its parents. Now she lets it try everything she cooks for it. She even gave it some of the shumai this morning, making sure not to put too much seasoning in it. Egg Yolk lives up to its name; it wagged its tail happily after eating the salted egg yolk.

Han Lulu: "Although it's shameful to say that, but..."

"Do you need a 17-year-old dog? The kind that comes with its own bowl and chopsticks!"

Wen Fan:......

*****

Jin Rui's deskmate nudged Jin Rui: "Hey, Wen Fan delivered breakfast to Brother Chuan for a year, right?"

Jin Rui was extremely annoyed: "I gave it to you, didn't you see it yourself?"

Wen Fan used to prepare breakfast every morning, and they used to laugh at her, saying that she couldn't pretend to be rich. They said that in a family like Fu Chuan's, there was a housekeeper 24 hours a day, so how could they lack breakfast?

Fu Chuan wouldn't eat the breakfast Wen Fan brought; he would just toss it to them. And none of them would eat anything; they'd rather go hungry than eat Wen Fan's food, as if even a little bit would make them a laughingstock.

Now, Jin Rui's deskmate looked regretful: "If we had known that Wen Fan's breakfast was so delicious, we shouldn't have thrown it away back then."

He smacked his lips as he spoke, fantasizing about what it would be like if all the breakfasts from that year were eaten by him...

Sigh, I missed out on a fortune.

Jin Rui scoffed, "You believe her? Does this woman ever tell the truth? I bet she's found a new way to get things done. That meal was probably ordered from a fancy hotel, and then she brought it to the school to win people over!"

Jin Rui's deskmate glanced at Wen Fan in front of him. Wen Fan had obviously heard Jin Rui's words, but did not turn around.

People like Jin Rui will feel uncomfortable if you don't pay attention to them.

Jin Rui's voice grew louder: "A fake is a fake. I don't believe people can suddenly change. It's just a ploy to play hard to get. Forget breakfast, a while ago they were eagerly sending sneakers to our Brother Chuan! Now they've changed their style. They're not sending sneakers worth over ten thousand yuan anymore, but breakfast? Ha! Don't make a fool of yourself!"

As Jin Rui spoke, his eyes were fixed on Wen Fan's every move.

Wen Fan indeed stopped what he was doing and then turned his head.

Jin Rui's breath almost froze as he waited silently for Wen Fan to make his move.

Wen Fan seemed to be deep in thought, and asked, "Hey! You said the sneakers cost over ten thousand... do you remember exactly how many ten thousand?"

Jin Rui: ...

Wen Fan was frank and open. Her memories of the original owner reflected the original owner's emotional focus; for example, she remembered more about whoever the original owner had previously been interested in. However, the original owner didn't seem to care about the price of the sneakers, so she genuinely couldn't remember how much they cost.

Jin Rui was surprised that Wen Fan would ask this question. His eyes darted around and landed on Fu Chuan, who had turned around to look at him at some point.

Jin Rui shuddered when he met Fu Chuan's gaze.

"What are you doing?!"

Wen Fan: "Can't I just ask? If you know, then say so; if you don't, then forget it."

Jin Rui rubbed his head. He hadn't bought those shoes, so how would he know?

He casually tossed out a sneaker model, intending to steer the conversation back on track and give Wen Fan a good jab.

As a result, Wen Fan muttered the model number twice and immediately turned away, ignoring him.

Jin Rui: ? ? ?

What annoyed him most about Wen Fan was that this guy never played by the rules!

"Hey you..."

She reached out to pull Wen Fan, but the homeroom teacher, who had just walked into the classroom, saw her doing so.

Over the past two days, Teacher Wang, who had become increasingly irritable, snapped, "What are you doing during class! Jin Rui! It's you again! Stand at the back!"

Jin Rui: ...

If swear words had colors, then Jin Rui would be covered in rainbow colors right now.

Jin Rui stood up angrily, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Wen Fan again.

Wen Fan opened the book, thinking to himself.

The original owner was happy to spend money on that Fu Chuan guy, but she wasn't.

Sneakers that cost over 10,000 yuan... I have to get them back no matter what!