Chapter 2 Chapter 2 People with red soles are not ordinary...
"Liu Jingheng?" Seeing Liu Jingheng tucking himself into the quilt and not making a sound, Cheng Yunqing called him again.
Liu Jingheng blinked her eyes, her mind spinning as slowly as a 20th-century ceiling fan.
I tried to recall the original text and found that the author was too lazy to spend more time on a cannon fodder.
He slowly pulled the quilt over himself, looking for a quiet place for himself to think.
Cheng Yunqing stood aside and watched for a long time. The other person's thin body could not even support a thick quilt.
"Are you angry?" he asked softly.
Liu Jingheng hid under the quilt and just opened her mouth to say "no". Before she could utter "no", Cheng Yunqing finished his self-strategy:
"Okay, I won't leave. Come out. Staying in bed for too long is bad for your health."
Liu Jingheng clutched the quilt with both hands and slowly revealed half of her face.
Hey, I succeeded. I don’t know how I did it, but I think I’m pretty good at it.
At this time, at the dining table of the Qin family, Qin Chuyao looked at his mobile phone again and again, waiting for Cheng Yunqing's message for a long time, and his right leg shook unconsciously twice.
"bite--"
The message alert was like the sound of nature, and the old man in the main seat looked over.
[Darling Yunqing: I won't be going over. Say sorry to Mr. Qin for me. I'll come and apologize another day.]
Seeing the news that Cheng Yunqing would not come, Qin Chuyao took a deep breath and poked at the screen with his fingers.
"If you are busy, go and finish what you are doing before coming to eat." The man opposite suddenly spoke, his tone and voice were as cold as his extremely cold face.
Qin Chuyao quickly put away his phone and looked over.
The man opposite lowered his eyebrows slightly and slowly cut the steak on the plate.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I..." The excuse got stuck in his mouth and he swallowed it back.
His uncle Qin Du hates people making excuses the most.
Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a freezing point, Mr. Qin changed the subject and took the initiative to say to Qin Chuyao:
"Your classmate has something to do, so just go ahead and do it. It's just a meal, you can eat it anytime."
"I'm sorry, Grandpa. Yunqing asked me to apologize on his behalf. He didn't mean to break the appointment. It's just that as a medical student, he has a strong sense of morality and responsibility. He was also worried that something might happen to that butterfly, so he stayed there first."
"Butterfly?" the old man asked in confusion.
"Yes, it's the one who came with me, Liu Jingheng." Qin Chuyao felt a surge of anger when he mentioned him. "This person has been targeting me every day. A country chicken dreams of marrying into a wealthy family and becoming a phoenix. I've been too nice to him."
"I'm done eating." The moment he finished speaking, Qin Du put down his knife and fork, took a napkin and wiped the corner of his lips, then stood up and left.
Qin Chuyao and the old man looked at each other and said nothing.
*
The bright orange-red in the sky blended into a shade of blue-black, and the street lights lit up one by one.
In the dim light of the hospital ward, the snow-white figure on the bed was even more dazzling.
Liu Jingheng, who had been dozing off and on, finally got enough sleep. He slowly rolled his eyes and looked over. Cheng Yunqing hadn't left yet, having fallen asleep with his forehead propped up.
After giving my brain a rest, I added some more details to the original text.
In the original text, the original owner of the cannon fodder framed Cheng Yunqing for pushing him down the stairs. In order to make the lie more credible, he built a wheelchair for himself and made a fake hospital report, becoming nominally half-paralyzed.
Liu Jingheng narrowed her eyes. A wheelchair is good. Walking is so tiring.
In the darkness, he fumbled around and found the original owner's phone.
There is a password, but I don't know it.
But for someone as extremely conceited as this, the password is easy to guess.
He entered his birthday and unlocked his phone.
Liu Jingheng: Using birthday as password is a common idiocy in modern times.
I opened my bank card and saw a balance of 0.21 yuan. And then there were a slew of debt collection text messages.
[Is that a lie? If you don't pay me back, I'll sell you to a nightclub and let those idiots kill you!]
Liu Jingheng: ...
I don't want to live anymore.
The most urgent task at the moment is to make a wheelchair that can be mistaken for the real thing.
Suddenly, there was a gasp beside me.
Liu Jingheng looked over quietly and their eyes met Cheng Yunqing's.
Liu Jingheng: "Can you lend me some money?"
Cheng Yunqing heard this as soon as he woke up, and his expression suddenly turned cold:
"Borrow money for what?"
"It's mainly because I don't want to eat dirt." Liu Jingheng made up a reason.
"Your parents don't give you living expenses?" Cheng Yunqing paused, embarrassment covering his brows. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
He pondered for a moment, and once again met Liu Jingheng's expectant eyes, his Adam's apple sliding.
Cheng Yunqing wasn't stingy; he simply didn't like discussing money with acquaintances. He'd lend money to people before, only to have it go bad without pressing them. He'd just ask, "Are you rich?" and they'd block him, never to talk to him again.
His gaze gently fell on Liu Jingheng's thin and delicate wrist.
His skinny radius was protruding, and his neck was thin like a chick, as if he had not had a full meal in his life.
"How much do you want?" Cheng Yunqing compromised.
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "Five hundred."
Cheng Yunqing: ...
It was a waste of time, and you still thought it was 50,000.
"I can borrow it from you. I'll return it to you when I want."
Liu Jingheng: "The end of the month."
Cheng Yunqing sighed softly, opened WeChat and found Liu Jingheng:
【Transfer 10,000 yuan】
"I'll give it to you at the end of the year. Use it to eat first."
Liu Jingheng took the money and then:
【Transfer 9500 yuan】
Cheng Yunqing frowned: "Why return it?"
"I'm only borrowing 500 and will pay it back at the end of the month."
Cheng Yunqing raised his voice unconsciously: "I'm not rushing you."
Liu Jingheng blinked and said, "I'll only borrow five hundred."
Just give me what you said, not a cent more.
Cheng Yunqing looked at him for a long time and sneered in an ambiguous manner.
"I'll go back to school first. The hospital bill has been paid. Call me if you have anything." Cheng Yunqing got up and said goodbye when he saw that it was getting late.
Liu Jingheng opened her mouth, but the words "Be careful" were swallowed back into her throat.
He and the protagonist are sworn enemies, so warm advice is really unnecessary.
*
The next morning, the doctor came to check on me.
Liu Jingheng: "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
"If nothing is wrong, stay a few more days and see how things go. Your friend paid for one month's hospitalization and medical expenses for you," the doctor advised.
Liu Jingheng's rusty brain turned slowly, and suddenly asked:
"If I don't stay, can I get my money back?"
"Yes, but this is a long-term illness. We still recommend that you stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time to recover your health first."
Liu Jingheng sat on the bed for a long time, and seemed to be persuaded.
Then he took out his coat from the closet:
"Goodbye, uncle."
doctor:……
Liu Jingheng packed her things and went to the lobby window to apply for a refund.
In front of the next window stood a tall man in a suit, with an upright posture.
It was too high, and Liu Jingheng couldn't see his face at once, but she could see the red on the soles of his shoes when he walked.
This was what he learned from the rich novels written by the girl next door before he crossed into the book - people with red soles are usually not ordinary people.
But he didn't care, he only cared about the refund.
The doctor at the window poked a stack of RMB and finally asked him:
"Are you sure you want to return it? Your friend paid for your hospitalization for so many days because he was worried about you. He would be very sad if something really happened to you."
Liu Jingheng nodded:
"I think……"
Suddenly choked.
What was he going to say? The hall was crowded and noisy, disrupting his already unclear thoughts.
That's all.
"Give me the money," Liu Jingheng urged in a low voice. If the scene were at a bank window, her tone would be just as appropriate.
The doctor handed over the money and said in an unhappy tone:
"Okay, you're already a grown-up, you should learn to be responsible for yourself. But you kept this a secret, and if your friends find out, we won't be able to be brothers anymore."
Liu Jingheng:? I don’t understand.
He took the money, counted it one by one, and walked slowly towards the door.
The man in front of the next window glanced at Liu Jingheng for a moment.
A staff member called the man:
"Mr. Qin, I have made an appointment for you with the dean. Please go to his office to discuss the donation of medical equipment in detail."
"Okay, thank you."
The tall figure, with the swiftness of his feet and a row of secretaries and bodyguards following behind him, walked through the crowded hall in an eye-catching manner.
…
Liu Jingheng sent a message to Cheng Yunqing. He finally remembered what he wanted to say to the doctor at the window:
I've refunded you the hospitalization and medical expenses. I'll send the cash refund to you wherever you are.
Cheng Yunqing called me via WeChat and said:
"Why didn't I know you were so stubborn before? You don't even care about your own life or death."
Liu Jingheng pondered. How should he, as a green tea cannon fodder, respond to a plot that wasn't in the original text?
I don’t know, search for “green tea quotes”.
I'm too lazy to translate it, just the first one: "She started scolding me right away, she really loves you."
Liu Jingheng: "You scold me right away, you really love me."
She says it to you, I say it to me, um, that's right, it's impossible to read it wrong.
Oh yeah, and:
"Duck~"
Cheng Yunqing: "Ha."
People really laugh when they are speechless.
He raised his hand and tapped his chest: "Whatever you want, I still have to go to class, hanging up."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yunqing looked at the phone for a long time and suddenly smiled.
Cheng Yunqing's classmates:
Wow... is Cheng Yunqing laughing? As expected, if you live long enough, you'll encounter all sorts of strange things.
*
After Liu Jingheng ordered the wheelchair, she walked around Jinhai University with a bag of cash, asking everyone she met:
"Do you know where Cheng Yunqing from the medical school takes classes?"
"I don't know. I haven't heard of it."
He sent a message to Cheng Yunqing asking, but Cheng Yunqing's words were as cold as his personality:
【You figure it out yourself.】
Just think about it.
There are tens of thousands of people on a university campus, and finding a Cheng Yunqing is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Liu Jingheng walked for a long time, her heart beating faster and faster, so she simply sat on the curb and tapped her calves.
But it’s not a complete failure.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, he saw a job advertisement:
Zhangji Malatang is hiring a laborer. Requirements: Can cook, good-looking, studious, and attentive. Priority will be given to students who are currently working as a part-time student at our school. Salary: 80 yuan per day, daily pay.
Liu Jingheng counted the days on her fingers.
There is still half a month left before he has to pay back the money, 15×80=?
It’s a bit difficult to calculate, but my father, the director of the welfare home, taught me that I can use 10*80+5*80.
That equals 1300. So after he pays back 500 to Cheng Yunqing, he still has 900 left.
Liu Jingheng dragged her weak legs to find Zhangji Malatang.
The boss of Zhangji Malatang's eyes lit up when he saw him:
"It doesn't matter whether I can cook or not, I just need a good appearance."
The boss had been fighting for a long time with Wangji Malatang next door. As a result, a beautiful junior part-time student came to Wangji. When they went to that station, all the young men in the school suddenly became addicted to Malatang, but only to Wangji.
The boss clenched his fist: I want all the girls in the school~!
Liu Jingheng can cook, but most people can't eat it.
The most gentle and considerate dean father would take him to the river after eating the food he cooked, point to the vast sky, and teach him earnestly:
"Jingheng, you know, learning to let go is also an important lesson in life. There are actually many meaningful things, and what we need to do is to pursue our own meaning."
Liu Jingheng: Dad is right. What I want to pursue right now is to pay back the money as soon as possible.
In the afternoon, the boss simply taught Liu Jingheng how to cook spicy hot pot, then left the window to him and went to play mahjong with his friends, happily waiting to earn tens of thousands of yuan a day.
At dinner time, more people came.
Liu Jingheng tied on her apron and welcomed the first customer.
"Boss, these are all here. I want some fried skewers too." The student who just finished class pointed to the freezer in the window. "Chicken liver, vegetarian chicken, and crab sticks, one skewer each."
Liu Jingheng recited the names of the dishes in her mind, and as she did so, her eyes began to blur. What was the first one?
"You can't finish this much." Liu Jingheng tried to fight for herself.
"Hey, you're a weird person. What does it have to do with you whether I can finish my meal or not?" The student said, then ran angrily to find an empty seat and sat down.
As mealtime arrives, the line in front of the Malatang window grows longer and longer.
A thin layer of sweat hung on Liu Jingheng's forehead. Water was boiling in the pot over here, waiting for the ingredients to be put in, and hot oil was bubbling over there, waiting for the fried skewers to be put in.
He knew very well that his brain was as pale as a goose feather, so in order to make it easier to memorize, he took one word from each string and wrote it down in a small notebook to form a memorable formula.
Chicken liver, vegetarian chicken, and crab sticks make up dried chicken and crab.
"Please hurry up, we have to go to evening self-study soon." The students in line became anxious when they saw Liu Jingheng starting to think about life in front of the frying pan.
Liu Jingheng looked at his little notebook: Dried chicken and crab, dried chicken and crab... Hmm? What was that?
He looked towards the cafeteria and saw that the customers of the Dry Chicken and Crab had already been buried in the huge army of people looking for food.
Liu Jingheng continued to be in a daze and deep in thought.
A century later, he was holding the spicy hot pot chosen by the customer and looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator cabinet one by one.
Is it chicken liver? Impossible. The spicy hot pot ordered by the students contained chicken liver. Eating too much chicken liver will increase cholesterol and increase the risk of cardiovascular disease.
His eyes turned and fell on the air-dried sausages.
What is a chicken?
Since students like to eat sausages, the chicken must be...chicken intestines!
As for the crab...
There are no crabs here either. Crab? Scorpion? Blood?
It’s definitely pig blood.
The other side.
A customized Bentley that is not available on the market was parked in front of the gate of Jinhai University, attracting the attention of a large number of students who gathered around to check in and take photos.
The driver got out of the car and jogged to open the back door.
Black leather shoes with red soles fell to the ground, and slender legs wrapped in straight suit pants stepped out of the car.
"Wow...it seems like some big shot has come." The students talked among themselves.
Because they were in the welcoming team at the school gate and met the principal, whose face could only be seen during enrollment. This was truly an extraordinary event.
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