At this moment, Sheng Yan's trust in the "Wish Come True" app has soared from 30% to 60%.
The reason it's not 100% is because before the two had a falling out, Qin Zigui usually let Sheng Yan do whatever he wanted.
So it's not necessarily all thanks to the app.
It's very likely that he simply chickened out because it's his birthday and Qin Zigui still has a shred of conscience.
As for what exactly happened, we'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
However, Sheng Yan has always been the kind of person who is easily satisfied and easily coaxed. He gets upset quickly and recovers just as quickly. Even the slightest bit of sweetness can make him feel good.
Thus, the joy of achieving a partial victory in the protracted battle with Qin Zigui had washed away all his lingering doubts about the Wish app.
After hearing "brother" three more times with satisfaction, he ignored Qin Zigui's cold, lifeless gaze and smugly slipped on his slippers to wash up and change.
There are three bathrooms in the house. One is next to the living room and is shared by guests and the nanny. It does not have a shower or personal toiletries. The other two are in the master bedroom on the second floor and in Qin Zigui's second bedroom. Both of them have bathtubs and can be used for both wet and dry purposes.
Sheng Yan naturally couldn't go upstairs to use Qin Ru and her husband's room, so he could only go to Qin Zigui's room to freeload.
Putting everything else aside, Qin Zigui's bathroom was quite large. The toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, and comb for the two of them were placed clearly on either side of the washbasin, facing each other from a distance without disturbing each other.
I don't know who's complaining about whom.
Sheng Yan muttered a dissatisfied remark, picked up the toothpaste and was about to squeeze it when he suddenly realized that he seemed to have left something unresolved.
Not after getting drunk, but before getting drunk.
It's still related to Qin Zigui.
Moreover, he could vaguely sense that it was something that made him very angry.
But what exactly happened?
Sheng Yan thought for a long time but couldn't remember, so he simply gave up trying.
Anyway, he now has a 60% chance of having a wishing system, so he can make Qin Zigui do whatever he wants. These one or two small things are not a problem at all.
Thinking of this, Sheng Yan squeezed out a large dollop of toothpaste.
He felt that he was now entitled to indulge in a certain degree of extravagance.
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In front of Qin Ru, the lunch went relatively peacefully.
But as soon as he finished eating and left home, Sheng Yan revealed his true colors, grabbing his schoolbag by the strap and holding it up to Qin Zigui: "Heavy."
Qin Zigui took the schoolbag and slung it over one shoulder.
After entering the elevator, Sheng Yan raised his chin.
Qin Zigui casually pressed the button for the first floor.
Upon arriving at the school gate, Sheng Yan stood motionless with his hands in his pockets.
Qin Zigui, with his schoolbag slung over one shoulder, bent down to register.
Upon arriving at the back door of Class 6, Grade 11, Sheng Yan casually sat down in his seat, acting like a carefree manager.
Qin Zigui helped him put his schoolbag away and then took out a bottle of iced soda and placed it next to him: "Is there anything else?"
"That's all." Sheng Yan leaned back lazily in his chair, raising his right hand slightly. "Go on with your work."
Describing someone as extremely arrogant.
Qin Zigui simply gave a faint "hmm" and turned to walk towards Class One, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with Sheng Yan's arrogance.
The students of Class Six, who were usually intimidated by Qin Zigui's aloof and ruthless aura and dared not approach him easily, slowly typed out a question mark: "?"
What's going on?
When did Qin Zigui become so approachable, kind, and friendly?
"Brother Yan, did you catch Qin Zigui doing something wrong?" Gou You used his excellent mind to make a meticulous deduction.
Sheng Yan leaned back in his chair, twisting his soda: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just normal."
Recalling how Sheng Yan had become so enraged last night that he tried to kill someone with a knife, Gou You thought, "..."
Perhaps he misunderstands the word "normal".
Of course, he didn't dare say this to Sheng Yan, so he could only probe tactfully: "Perhaps... something special happened between you two last night?"
For example, the extremely ruthless school bully finally couldn't stand the arrogant and aloof academic genius's pretentious behavior, so he pinned him against the wall and beat him up until he said with red eyes that he would give up his life for him.
After all, although everyone is a little afraid of Qin Zigui, it's just because of Qin Zigui's aura. In reality, no one has ever seen Qin Zigui argue with anyone or get violent, and he has never even been caught violating school rules.
This guy is the epitome of a diligent, law-abiding, and morally upright student who is also detached from worldly concerns. In contrast, Sheng Yan, who skips classes every day, gets into fights, and has a scar on his forehead, seems like a tyrannical superstar who dominates the world.
Therefore, the more Gou You thought about it, the only way for Sheng Yan to subdue Qin Zigui was through violent means.
However, Sheng Yan thought of something else. He tapped the soda bottle with his fingertip and did not deny it: "Something special has happened."
For example, that wish-granting app.
However, I can't say it for now, otherwise I'll seem like a lunatic.
Gou You, however, thought he had guessed correctly and slammed his hand on the table: "I knew it!"
Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice: "But Yan-ge, let's take it easy. A good student like Qin Zigui is not the same as those hooligans outside. If you beat him up, wouldn't the weasel tear you apart? But speaking of this... Yan-ge, did you ask him?"
Sheng Yan took a swig of iced soda: "What?"
"How did Qin Zigui know you were going to skip class and climb over the wall last night? And he even tried to fool you with a fake duty roster. What was he after?"
After Gou You finished asking the question, Sheng Yan paused in his hand holding the soda bottle.
No wonder I always felt like something was missing.
It turns out I'd forgotten about that.
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, but once it was brought up, Sheng Yan remembered Qin Zigui's pretentious manner when he lied to him last night, and a surge of anger instantly rose up. With a cold look in his eyes, he slammed the iced soda on the table: "Go ask after school."
It's impossible not to settle this score with Qin Zigui.
Would you dare to lie to him?
You're just waiting to die.
So when school was over in the afternoon, Sheng Yan slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked menacingly toward Class One.
Zhu Peng and Gou You, wanting to watch the excitement, quickly followed.
As he reached the back door, he ran into Lin Qian. Sheng Yan glanced into the classroom and asked, "Where's Qin Zigui?"
Lin Qian packed her schoolbag: "He left a long time ago. Do you need to see him?"
They left again?
Is this guy a coward?
Sheng Yan's mood soured, and he was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and looked at Lin Qian: "Are you going to eat in the back street?"
Lin Qian lowered her head and zipped up her backpack: "Hmm."
Sheng Yan casually said, "Then you can come with us."
"?" Lin Qian looked up alertly. "You didn't realize you'd fallen for me so late, did you?"
Sheng Yan: "..."
This way of thinking is quite unique.
To avoid Lin Qian misunderstanding, Sheng Yan explained with a cold face: "I heard from Brother Ran that the group from the vocational high school is planning to ambush you tonight. If you come with us, it will save you trouble."
Saying it's less troublesome is actually just "making it easier for me to beat you up."
Zhu Peng and Gou You had expected Lin Qian to be somewhat worried and scared after hearing this, and they were prepared to comfort her. However, Lin Qian just sneered: "You bastards, do you really think your sister is afraid of him? Let's go and ambush them. If I don't teach them what it means to be a liar today, they won't know how to write the word 'grandmother'."
After saying that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards the back street with Sheng Yan, each trying to outdo the other, accompanied by his two cronies.
Backstreet is an old street between Shiwai and the Vocational High School that has not yet been demolished. If you walk a little further and turn a corner, you will find another bottom-ranked municipal key school, Nanwu No. 3 Middle School.
An old street connects three high schools, is filled with illegal internet cafes and snack shops, and abandoned alleys piled with clutter are everywhere. No one cares, there are no surveillance cameras, and the road conditions are like a maze. It can be said to be an essential holy place for fighting and dating.
To get from the vocational high school to the experimental foreign language school, one must pass through a narrow alleyway. At the entrance of the alley, a mute woman sets up a small cart, selling what is said to be the best Chongqing noodles and wolf tooth potatoes in the entire old street.
Several people with unfriendly expressions sat down at the noodle stall, each holding a bowl of noodles with extra numbing spice and minced meat, and began to squat down to serve customers.
Sheng Yan was pampered since childhood and wouldn't be pretentious about street food stalls, but he habitually maintained a relatively good posture and eating manners, sitting lazily in his chair with his long legs propped up, eating slowly and methodically.
Zhu Peng and Gou You, who were fighting for the first time, stood on the edge of the steps, holding bowls, legs apart, squatting down, shaking their legs, slurping noodles loudly, trying to make themselves look like seasoned thugs and appear more intimidating.
Lin Qian thought the effect was very good, so she followed suit and squatted down next to them, imitating them perfectly.
The three of them, dressed in their school uniforms, squatted in a neat row.
When passersby cast countless strange glances at him, Sheng Yan pulled the table and chair back a meter indifferently, trying to draw a line between them.
But Zhu Peng tearfully accused him: "Brother Yan, how could you look down on us! We came here to support you!"
Zhu Peng's legs were trembling from squatting for so long, but he still refused to give up posing: "So when are they coming? I've been squatting for half an hour, and my legs are numb."
Lin Qian was also tired from squatting, so she rubbed her legs and complained, "That's right, Sheng Yan, you didn't just make up an excuse to ask me out to dinner, did you? Let me make this clear first, I'm completely over you now, it's too late for you to regret it. We can only have the most basic relationship of being the one who invites and is invited."
“Yeah, Brother Yan.” Gou You, while holding the bowl and pretending to have Parkinson’s, still couldn’t resist gossiping. “Although a prodigal son’s return is priceless, a good horse doesn’t eat the food it has already turned back on…”
Before he could finish saying the word "grass," Sheng Yan gave him a cold look.
Gou You fell silent instantly.
Sheng Yan ignored him, only slightly furrowing his brow.
Ran Ge is always reliable, and he will notify me in advance if there are any changes. There is no reason for those rude and uncouth people in the vocational high school to suddenly shut down.
So dinner time has already ended, why haven't these people arrived yet?
Sheng Yan's intuition told him that something was amiss.
I vaguely felt that there was something that could be connected, but I just couldn't find the thread that could connect them for the time being.
Before he could even settle down and properly enjoy the food, his gaze suddenly caught a fleeting figure at the end of the alley. His eyes narrowed, he stood up, slammed the money on the table, and said, "You guys go back to school after you finish eating. I have something to do."
Gou You reacted the fastest: "What? Have you spotted the enemy?"
"Hmm. A very cunning enemy, but I can handle him myself. Don't come any closer." Sheng Yan picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave.
However, the movement was too large, and the schoolbag accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, making a dull thud.
Gou You instinctively helped to scoop it up, then exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap! Brother Yan, what kind of heavy weapon did you bring? It's so heavy!"
After saying that, he prepared to unzip the zipper to take a look.
Sheng Yan, as if afraid of being discovered what was inside, snatched it back and said coldly, "Is it your bag? Why are you rummaging through it?"
"No, Brother Yan, fighting is one thing, but with this heavy thing in your bag, what if it causes someone's death? And evening self-study is about to start, what if you get caught by Qin Zigui again?" Gou You sounded genuinely anxious.
Lin Qian, however, seemed to enjoy the spectacle more. Sipping her Arctic Ocean soda, she leisurely remarked, "Don't worry, Qin Zigui won't be attending evening self-study tonight."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Yan turned to look at her: "Did that weasel give him another sick leave note?"
“Ah, no.” Lin Qian explained, “The weasel said that in order to make it easier for him to focus on preparing for the information competition, he can leave school directly without a leave slip in the future, and it doesn’t matter if he misses regular classes.”
"???"
Sheng Yanda doesn't understand at all.
Every time he went to Huang Shuliang to get a sick leave note, it was like asking for his life. It would take several days of haggling before he could succeed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have developed such a skill in scaling walls.
Why is it that Qin Zigui doesn't even need a leave slip?
Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Zhu Peng, disregarding the noodles still in his mouth, gestured with his chopsticks and said vaguely, "You guys are different. Even if Qin Zigui skips class, it's definitely because the knowledge in class can't keep up with his learning pace, so he goes to study on his own. In any case, he wouldn't do anything illegal or criminal."
Sheng Yan was speechless: "You think I would do the same thing?"
Lin Qian, holding the bottle, nodded: "At least you look like you know how."
Sheng Yan: "???"
"Let me put it this way," Lin Qian, the class representative for Chinese, offered to answer his question, "The difference between you two is that although you're both handsome, one has the face of a frivolous, playboy, while the other has the face of a cold, aloof, and detached gentleman. If one day in the future you two were to appear at a nightclub with a minimum spend of 500,000, then Sheng Yan, you would definitely be there to spend money, while Qin Zigui would definitely be there to crack down on prostitution, gambling, and drugs. Do you understand now?"
clear.
Bullshit.
Where the hell did these preconceived prejudices come from?
Couldn't Qin Zigui have been sent to a nightclub to work as a young master?
Sheng Yan was absolutely furious with these people.
What angered him most was that he found himself unable to refute the argument.
Because Qin Zigui, that piece of trash, seems to have never really done anything outrageous in his life; it's as if the words "model student" are engraved into his DNA.
It's so boring, rigid, and impersonal. Comparing myself to him is just bad luck.
Sheng Yan slung his backpack over his shoulder in an annoyed tone: "I know what I'm doing. Anyway, don't follow me."
After saying that, he quickly walked to the brick wall at the other end of the alley, leaped up, grabbed the top edge, pushed off, flipped, and jumped, disappearing from sight.
Lin Qian: "..."
Gou You: "..."
Zhu Peng: "..."
With that level of skill in committing crimes, they simply couldn't keep up.
He could only sigh softly, "I hope Qin Zigui can pass on some of his clean and upright student spirit to Yan-ge, otherwise what if he really goes down the path of crime?"
After climbing over the wall, Sheng Yan, who was constantly flirting with the edge of illegality and crime, began to cautiously explore the route where the enemy had disappeared, as if he was afraid that the enemy would escape, while also being wary of a possible surprise attack.
After finally finding his way to the other end of the alley, he looked around for a while, making sure no one was watching, before throwing his backpack on the ground, squatting down, unzipping it, and solemnly pulling out a shiny, heavy item—
Cat food cans.
A few months ago, when Sheng Yan went online, he was bumped into by a cutesy cat. The cat had orange fur but was very thin.
A very thin orange cat—it sounded cruel, defying the very nature of the species—so Sheng Yan reluctantly agreed to be blackmailed by it.
However, after feeding the cat well for a while, it disappeared. Sheng Yan searched for it for a week with cat food cans, but couldn't find it. Just now, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the ungrateful little fugitive's back.
The fugitive looked thinner than before and needed to be apprehended as soon as possible, so Sheng Yan couldn't care less about the thugs and just wanted to catch the cat first.
But he couldn't tell anyone about this. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing for him, a ruthless, cold-blooded, and fearsome school bully, to skip class by climbing over the wall just for a cat.
As Sheng Yan pondered this, he skillfully opened a can of cat food, tapped the rim of the can twice using their usual code, and called out, "Meow."
No cat responded.
I called "meow" again, but still no cat responded.
I called "meow" again, but there was still no response from the cat.
Meow Meow was the name he gave to that little orange cat. Before it went missing, it would always respond to his calls, but today it stopped responding.
Could it be that he has fled again to avoid punishment?
Sheng Yan crouched down and began rummaging through the piles of junk along the alley, calling out as he searched, "Meow, meow..."
Afraid of scaring the spoiled little fugitive, the tough guy's voice was forced to soften, with the last syllable drawn out, carrying a boyish, coquettish quality.
Fortunately, no one usually comes to this alley. Otherwise, if a second person heard my disgusting and pretentious voice, they would probably have to kill me to uphold the dignity of a tough guy.
Sheng Yan thought for a moment, then turned the corner and meowed.
Then he just stood there, frozen in place.
Because suddenly, a pair of familiar white sneakers, a pair of perfectly wrinkle-free school trousers, and a beautifully hand casually hanging down appeared in his field of vision.
Her hands were beautiful, pale and bony, slender and well-proportioned, with neatly trimmed nails, as always. However, next to the abrasion at the base of her fingers was a fresh scratch, still oozing blood, as if she had just been in a fight.
A little further away, at his eye level, several blond thugs were huddled against the opposite wall, their faces contorted with grief, trembling and crouching in a row with their heads in their hands. They looked somewhat familiar.
The amount of information was quite overwhelming at once.
Sheng Yan didn't quite react, staring blankly up at Qin Zigui's cold, downcast gaze. He blinked, then slowly uttered the sound that was stuck in his throat and hadn't been fully swallowed: "...Meow?"
Her voice rose slightly at the end, sounding both bewildered and charming.
Qin Zigui's fingertips trembled, as if the shout had burned his hand.
Author's Note:
Qin Zigui: Don't ask, the answer is rock hard.
The article "Don't Pretend You're Poor" mentioned that Shiwai Middle School and Nanwu No. 3 Middle School are very close, and Qin Sheng is a year older than Xia Song.
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