Lan Yifan had rarely eaten at places like this. He had heard that the food here tasted good, so he brought Shen Qing here to experience it.
"Auntie, please eat slowly." Lan Yifan complained in a low voice as she saw that the meat she had just fished out had been eaten up.
"Hey, auntie, do you want to go to my horse farm?" Lan Yifan suddenly remembered that Chen Qing had never been to his horse farm.
"I don't want to go." Shen Qing had no interest.
"All right."
"Young Master Lan?" A clear female voice came over.
Lan Yifan, who was eating, froze and said, "Cough, cough, cough!"
Shen Qing raised his eyes and glanced over, and Mo Yan walked out from the box next to him.
"You are Shen Qing, right? This should be the third time we meet." Mo Yan focused his attention on Shen Qing.
"Aren't you cold wearing so little?" She saw that Shen Qing was still wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt.
Shen Qing put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with paper, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The girl's voice was too cold, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Shen Qing did not welcome Mo Yan.
The people who came to eat with Mo Yan couldn't help but get annoyed when they heard Shen Qing's words.
“This Shen Qing, why is he speaking so arrogantly.”
"That's right, our Mo Yan only greeted her because she had no friends, and she still had such a sour face."
"It's rude."
They spoke in a low voice and didn't dare to speak loudly.
Lan Yifan took a sip of his drink and glanced at Mo Yan. "Miss Mo, if you have nothing else, please don't disturb us while we're eating."
Look, he choked and his face turned red.
"I'm really sorry to bother you two." Mo Yan smiled with her eyes narrowed, turned around and left with her friends.
"Yan Yan, is that man Shen Qing's boyfriend?" Someone heard Mo Yan call him Master Lan, probably also a rich second generation.
Mo Yan glanced at the girl who spoke and said, "I don't know about that."
The others looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
**
The next day, when Shen Qing arrived in the classroom, the study committee member was collecting last week's zoology homework.
"Chen Qing, you haven't handed in your homework for a long time." The study committee member was a boy. He came over and stood in front of Shen Qing, as if he couldn't leave until she handed in her homework.
"I didn't write it." Shen Qing said lightly.
Xu Yiyi was sitting in the last row of the classroom. She was stunned when she saw Shen Qing come in. She had disappeared for a month.
"Student Council Member, let's hand it in ourselves next time." Xu Yiyi came over with a smile and tried to smooth things over for Shen Qing.
The student council member glanced at them and frowned, "Okay, go to the teacher's office and hand it in."
"Okay!" Xu Yiyi waved to the student council member, then pulled Shen Qing to sit in the back.
"Qingqing, luckily I have a new exercise book here, so hurry up and finish your homework." Xu Yiyi took out an unused exercise book from her white canvas bag and gave it to Shen Qing.
Shen Qing frowned, but still took the pen and wrote a scribbled name.
When Wen Yi came in, she saw Shen Qing writing, "How come the top scorer in the college entrance examination writes worse than a dog's crawl?"
Shen Qing raised his head and glanced at her lightly, “I haven’t seen you crawl, so I can’t write it.”
"Pfft—ang." Xu Yiyi laughed like a pig and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
"Chen Qing, what do you mean?" Wen Yi threw the notebook in her hand on the table with a loud noise.
It was getting late before class started, and many people had already arrived in the classroom. When Wen Yi's voice came out, everyone looked back.
Shen Qing and Wen Yi started arguing again, and many people took out their phones to take pictures.
"Who dares to take a picture?" Shen Qing glanced at the people around him with a calm expression, without a trace of emotion.
Those who took out their mobile phones quickly put them down again. Shen Qing had already spoken, and they didn't want to get into this trouble.
Wen Yi glared at her fiercely, "What? Are you scared? You only have this pretty face. The so-called master of traditional Chinese painting and DL designer are all the personas created for you by your rich second-generation boyfriend."
Rich second generation?
Gu Ting must be at least a fourth-generation rich man.
"Wen Yi, if you are jealous or can't stand Shen Qing, just say it directly. Is it fun to spread rumors here?" Xu Yiyi stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Qing.
"How about we crowdfund to give you money for plastic surgery, and then you can find a rich second-generation guy to package you."
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