Another busy winter has passed, and as spring returns and flowers bloom, Yang Yajing thought about improving the conditions of her home.

Looking back on last summer, Sylvia Chang didn't turn on the ceiling fan during the sweltering heat to prevent fabric scraps from flying around. Instead, she used a small electric fan pointed at her feet.

In the summer of 1995, household air conditioning already existed.

The shop is hot, and it faces south. Even with the fan blowing in the summer, Yang Guohua would be covered in sweat, and so would the customers.

"Mom, let's install an air conditioner!" Yang Yajing suggested during dinner one evening.

"Air conditioning? That's too expensive!" Yang Guohua was a little reluctant. A small room needs one horsepower, a large room needs one and a half horsepower, and a shop should at least have a three-horsepower floor-standing air conditioner, right?

“If the environment is comfortable, there will be more customers. Are you worried that you won’t be able to make a profit?” Yang Yajing continued to persuade her. “Besides, Mom didn’t even dare to turn on the fan last year. She worked very hard!”

When giving advice, one must be able to pinpoint the problem. Yang Guohua's weakness was Zhang Aijia. Considering Zhang Aijia's hardships, Yang Guohua, who always doted on his wife, relented after only a minute of thought.

Three large air conditioners were installed in our home in April, and now we're just waiting for it to get warm!

In the past two years, the children at school have often gone to Yang's small shop to buy things, and gradually they have become familiar with Yang Yajing.

Yang Yajing became more popular, which made Jiang Xuanxuan unhappy!

Why do so many people greet this good-for-nothing poor girl? She's dressed much prettier, taller, and has a more defined figure, yet she's not as popular as this skinny little girl.

Especially when she saw her classmates, they would all greet Yang Yajing, but ignore her, who was more conspicuous nearby. She was annoyed!

That day, Chen Jiaoyun came to find Yang Yajing again: "Hey girl! Let's play some beanbag toss! You've been sitting and drawing all day, your butt's gotten so big!"

"Chen Jiaoyun! Grandpa's not here, yet you're still talking so recklessly?" Yang Yajing glanced at her.

"Let's go, let's go! We've already called Zhou Pengfei to come along!" Chen Jiaoyun urged.

"Yangyang, throwing beanbags looks like a lot of fun, doesn't it?" Jiang Xuanxuan immediately came over when she heard that Zhou Pengfei would also be going.

"Huh? You've never played this before?" Chen Jiaoyun turned her head with a half-smile. "You didn't even attend elementary school PE class?"

"Xuanxuan isn't good at sports, and no one in class plays beanbag toss with me... Xuanxuan really wants to play too!" Jiang Xuanxuan looked down and aggrieved again.

"Why should we take others if they don't? I said..." Before Chen Jiaoyun could refuse, Yang Yajing pulled her aside.

"Xuanxuan wants to play too? Let's go together!" Yang Yajing laughed heartily, then looked at her two followers behind her, "Do you want to come too?"

“If Xuanxuan goes, we’ll go too, but I’ll just watch. I don’t know how to…” Pang Yan acted like a lady as always.

"You're both teenagers, still playing beanbag toss?" Jin Yiyi said with a hint of disdain, but Jiang Xuanxuan wanted to go. "I have to keep an eye on you two wild girls, so you don't bully Xuanxuan."

The park wasn't far from here. Jiang Xuanxuan's family had a car, so they took the three of them home to change clothes first.

Wearing a little dress to play beanbag toss seems a bit inappropriate...

Yang Yajing and Chen Jiaoyun simply walked arm in arm, and halfway there they picked up Zhou Pengfei, and the three of them went for a walk to the park.

Jiang Xuanxuan and the others hadn't arrived yet. On the grass, Yang Yajing and Chen Jiaoyun were throwing sandbags at Zhou Pengfei in the middle.

Zhou Pengfei almost always managed to dodge, and the three of them joked and teased each other while playing, creating a lively atmosphere.

Zhou Pengfei caught Yang Yajing's soft ball steadily. He swung the sandbag in his hand and laughed happily: "Hahahaha! I won! Substitution! Take this!"

“Bring it on! I’m just afraid your eyesight isn’t good enough to hit it!” Yang Yajing walked confidently to the center to be the target.

When Jiang Xuanxuan and her two companions arrived, Zhou Pengfei and his group were already sweating.

"Do you want to play for a while?" Zhou Pengfei handed Jiang Xuanxuan a sandbag.

Jiang Xuanxuan didn't answer, but said, "Brother Pengfei, won't you play with me? I don't know how, can you help me out?"

"Is that so? How about we team up?" Zhou Pengfei looked at Yang Yajing and Chen Jiaoyun.

"It's all the same to me!" Chen Jiaoyun said indifferently.

"Black and white match, palm and back of hand match!"

Jiang Xuanxuan was unhappy when she saw that she was in the same group as Chen Jiaoyun: "Yangyang... Xuanxuan is afraid of Sister Chen. She's afraid of being scolded if she loses... Sister Chen is so fierce..."

"So many problems!" Chen Jiaoyun said impatiently. "I don't want to talk to you either, as if I want to!"

"Shall we switch?" Yang Yajing smiled and nudged Chen Jiaoyun.

Yang Yajing and Jiang Xuanxuan were the first targets, because Jiang Xuanxuan lost the sandbag contest because it was closer than the sandbag.

Clinging to Yang Yajing's waist, Jiang Xuanxuan hid behind her, looking terrified.

"Take this!" Chen Jiaoyun was a competitive person and wouldn't hold back just because one of her opponents was a novice.

Yang Yajing is also a sandbag expert; she swayed to the left and narrowly dodged the attack.

After dodging, she turned to face Zhou Pengfei. Seeing that she was now in front of Yang Yajing, her "shield," Jiang Xuanxuan quickly ran behind her.

Peeking out, she saw the sandbags being thrown in their direction again.

"Ah!" Jiang Xuanxuan screamed, and pushed Yang Yajing, who was trying to dodge, towards the direction from which the sandbag was coming.

Her evasive maneuver was suddenly disrupted, and Yang Yajing was indeed hit on the arm by a sandbag.

"Hahahaha! Jiang Xuanxuan! What kind of move is this? A terrible teammate?" Chen Jiaoyun pointed at Jiang Xuanxuan and laughed loudly. "You two are on the same team! Yang Yajing isn't there to block the punching bag, you're supposed to dodge together! Don't you understand how to dodge?"

"Xuanxuan... Xuanxuan is just nervous..." Jiang Xuanxuan trembled when she heard Chen Jiaoyun speak, as if she was very scared. "Sister, please don't scold Xuanxuan. Xuanxuan didn't mean it. It's all Xuanxuan's fault!"

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