Chapter 25 Entrepreneurship Collapses Before It's Halfway Through Wen Han scoffed, he…
Wen Han was under immense pressure. Fang Songxia had completely lost his seat, and Wen Han was surrounded by people, so he could only pitifully squeeze to the side.
Yang Lanjun's expression was complicated; she hadn't expected Wen Han to be a genuine charlatan. However, she was actually relieved that the class's attention had shifted to Wen Han, which meant she would lose less face.
"Wen Han, can you give me your prediction too?" The class monitor rubbed his hands together. "Do you think our class can get first place in this performance?"
Wen Han smiled and said, "I can answer this question without even having to answer it—wait a minute."
The class monitor was very shrewd and handed over thirty yuan. Wen Han had no reason to refuse, so she just made up a few words to say it was impossible.
Jingyu thoughtfully tidied up the desk and offered her own desk to Wen Han.
Wen Han stared at the three cards on the table, lost in thought.
Even if he had only glanced at the book, he could tell from the cards that all three were good cards. So how could that laughable performance possibly win first place? Could there have been a mistake?
Seeing Wen Han frozen in place and silent, Zhang Huihui mocked, "I knew he was just guessing. He can't figure it out, can he?"
Wen Han wasn't in the mood to argue with him for the time being, and fell into self-doubt: "It seems like I can get first place, but it's impossible, how could it be?"
The class monitor heard the result he wanted and left overjoyed, dancing with glee.
——
"Wow," Fang Songxia exclaimed, "If you made money this way, your salary would be higher than your dad's."
Wen Han glanced at him. Wen Qingke's monthly salary was only a little over five thousand yuan. Judging from this, she was much more efficient at making money than him.
One hundred and fifty in the morning, three hundred a day, nine thousand a month, nine thousand multiplied by twelve a year... what is that again?
Two times nine equals eighteen, one hundred and eight is followed by one, two, three zeros, ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens, thousands...
Wen Han was still lost in his own world. Once he earned this money, he could go out on his own after graduation. Fang Songxia had given him expensive gifts for his birthday before, so he should buy her an expensive gift this time too. His long eyelashes were curled, and his eyes were fixed on the money, completely unaware that Zhang Huihui was walking towards the office through the back door with a gloomy face.
"Wen Han," Jing Yu's gentle voice brushed past her ear, "Let's put those things away first."
"Oh." Wen Han seemed to wake up from a dream. While he was in a daze, Jing Yu had already put away all the cards for him and quietly took the money from Wen Han's hand and put it in his own desk drawer.
Before Wen Han could react to why he was doing this, the homeroom teacher came over. The first thing he did after entering the classroom was to hold out his hand: "Take it out."
Wen Han pursed her lips: "That was lent to me by someone else."
The homeroom teacher said sternly, "In that case, you shouldn't bring it to school at all." His tone hardened further, "Hurry up and take it out!"
Zhang Huihui stood behind the homeroom teacher with a smug look on her face.
Suppressing her resentment, Wen Han handed over the items.
Just as the homeroom teacher was about to leave, Zhang Huihui hurriedly said, "Teacher, Wen Han also took money from his classmates!"
The homeroom teacher frowned, while Yang Lanjun said casually, "No, Wen Han just played with it for her classmates."
The homeroom teacher glanced at her and asked the class monitor, "Class monitor, did you see that just now?"
The class monitor himself was a customer, so how could he betray Wen Han? He quickly shook his head and said, "Wen Han was just playing around and didn't take any money from anyone."
Zhang Huihui panicked and reached for Wen Han's schoolbag. Wen Han angrily said, "Zhang Huihui, are you sick in the head?"
"He must have hidden the money in his backpack!"
Fang Songxia quickly defended Wen Han: "What, can't Wen Han bring her own money to school?"
"Hmph," Zhang Huihui scoffed, "Where would his family get pocket money?"
The Wen family's poverty was no secret in the class. Wen Han coldly emptied her schoolbag onto the table; there was nothing there except books.
Zhang Huihui's face turned pale and then red, and she argued, "Maybe he gave the money to Jingyu!"
Jing Yu casually lifted his eyelids. Zhang Huihui met his gaze and suddenly felt a little scared, shrinking behind Wen Ruan.
The homeroom teacher coughed lightly and warned Wen Han again, "I'll give this to you after you graduate. School is a place for learning, understand?"
Wen Han hummed in agreement.
His family was so poor that people would be suspicious even if he had a little over a hundred yuan. When the homeroom teacher heard the money was with Jing Yu, he didn't question it further—wasn't it because the Jing family was not to be trifled with? Even if he had broken school rules, so what? If Jing Yu had done it, the homeroom teacher would probably just say a few words and let it go. It was all because of him—
Wen Han kept telling herself to calm down. Jing Yu took the money out of the desk drawer and put it back into Wen Han's schoolbag.
"Huh?" Zhang Huihui exclaimed in shock, "You guys are too audacious! Are you still trying to deny it now?"
Wen Han suddenly stood up, and Zhang Huihui abruptly took a step back: "Wen Han, what are you doing?"
"The inspection forms haven't been handed to Lin He yet." Wen Han's lips curled up slightly, her words muffled. "It was too late yesterday, so I forgot."
Zhang Huihui's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
*
Wen Han placed the form on the desk and was about to leave when Lin He entered.
He immediately smiled warmly: "Wen Han, did you come to see me because you need something?"
Wen Han looked him over a few times. The Alpha's recovery ability was indeed amazing. Lin He still looked presentable, and you couldn't tell that he had been beaten up by a group of people last night.
"No." Wen Han didn't want to have much contact with him, but Lin He spoke first: "Thank you so much for last night. Those people took advantage of the fact that I hadn't fully recovered from my illness yet—"
"I had no choice but to let them find out," Wen Han said, still seething with anger. "We're not that close, are we?"
"What's wrong?" Lin He asked cautiously. "Did someone make you angry?"
Come to think of it, it was indeed your suitors who got me into trouble.
Wen Han suddenly changed his mind. He heard himself slowly ask, "Do you still remember Zhang Huihui?"
Lin He looked confused.
Wen Han chuckled and said with interest, "What a pity, he likes you a lot."
——
Wen Han's business venture was reported by a malicious person before it was even halfway done, so she had to find another way to solve the money problem.
It's all Zhang Huihui's fault! He could have been in a great mood today!
The two patrolled the campus as usual. Jing Yu exuded a faint fragrance, which made Wen Han feel a little better.
He suddenly felt uneasy. Was he jealous of Jing Yu today? But Jing Yu had sensed something was wrong beforehand and left the money behind.
Wen Han asked himself honestly, unable to distinguish between resentment and jealousy. He had been jealous of Wen Ruan before, who clearly owed him something, yet was so superior in appearance and academics, seemingly born to trample him underfoot. But Jing Yu even had the family background that Wen Han craved, and he even had such a warm family.
He felt a pang of sadness, but he couldn't bring himself to hate Jing Yu; the other person was simply too perfect in his eyes.
Especially when Jing Yu looked at him, Wen Han found that she couldn't resist his gaze.
While Wen Han was having an internal struggle, Jing Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Zhang Huihui followed Lin He with a shy expression, and Lin He even smiled at him.
Wen Han knew he was quick to act, but she didn't expect him to be this fast. She felt a little conflicted. If it were her, she definitely wouldn't be able to do that to someone she wasn't interested in.
"Wen Han," Jing Yu's voice tinged with amusement, "what do you think we should do?"
Yes, isn't this embezzlement, even though Lin He was just pretending?
"Let's go somewhere else," Wen Han said guiltily, looking away. "After all, we're colleagues."
The weather has been a bit cooler lately, and the night breeze, along with the chirping of insects, is quite pleasant.
"The Gu family won the bid."
"That's wonderful!" Wen Han asked. "How much does it cost to build a shopping mall?"
When Jing Yu opened his mouth, Wen Han thought she had misheard: "What?"
Jing Yu smiled helplessly and repeated it again.
Wen Han initially thought her workplace had made a mistake and asked incredulously, "Building a shopping mall costs so much money?"
A billion-plus yuan investment? That would require Wen Qingke to start from the very beginning. And the Gu family would bear all the risk. It's unclear whether the Gu family is overconfident or simply too greedy, but Wen Han's teeth itch with hatred at the mere thought of Gu Cheng.
Perhaps it's because Wen Han's stern and unyielding style has become so renowned, but lately, young couples have all been keeping a low profile, afraid to give themselves away on campus. Gu Cheng, that shameless scoundrel, certainly wouldn't care about these things, but Wen Ruan, who's more sensitive, might not be so.
They searched the area but found nothing, so they had to head back. Wen Han yawned, then, seeing her little electric scooter, she happily started humming a song again.
"Wen Han, come home with me."
"ah?"
"Tomorrow is our monthly holiday, didn't you forget?"
Wen Han has been living a very busy life lately, thinking about how to ruin Gu Cheng every day, unlike before when she would count down the days and look forward to holidays. At least she can get two days off a month!
Wen Han thought for a moment and said, "I need to tell my dad."
Jingyu laughed and said, "Call your dad when we get to my house?"
Whenever Jing Yu asked for her opinion in such a gentle and soft tone, Wen Han would always speak before she thought and say without hesitation, "Okay."
*
"Wen Han!" Jing Zhao said with a smile, "You're on vacation, that's wonderful."
Seeing Jing Yu fiddling with the telephone, Jing Feng asked, "Who are you calling so late?"
Wen Han quickly explained, "I just wanted to tell my dad about the situation."
"Oh," Jing Feng said, puzzled. "Don't you have a cell phone?"
Jing Yu exclaimed "Ah!" and laughed, "I forgot."
The system said sarcastically, "I forgot~ Host, do you believe him?"
Thinking of the system's endearing qualities, Wen Han hesitated for a moment before gently saying, "Good girl, don't talk about Jing Yu like that. Everyone forgets things sometimes. You have too much prejudice against him."
Wen Han seemed to see a lump of yellow jelly making a ruckus in her mind.
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