Cheng Yi was furious.
Is she a virus? How could they treat her like this!
Why should they deliberately isolate He Jing just because she fell into his trap?
Turning around, she saw other classmates laughing at the scene, clearly gloating. Cheng Yi couldn't bear it any longer, covered her face, and left the school.
It's all He Jing's fault!
She wanted Cheng's parents to teach He Jing a lesson and make her get out of Yin Gao.
And He Ning...
No, He Ning and He Sui have already betrayed her. She's going to find her third brother, He Zhou, who will definitely stand up for her!
He Jing had no idea what Cheng Yi was thinking. She flipped through her duty roster and pondered whether Cheng Yi's absence from school after coming to school on sick leave counted as truancy. After thinking about it carefully, she decided: Never mind, if she really loses points, she might have to go serve tea to He Ning again.
The less trouble, the better...
Yan Hanxi suddenly nudged her arm: "Good student, is the computer I lent you working well?"
He Jing naturally wouldn't complain about something she'd lent out, especially since Yan Hanxi had offered 70,000 yuan right off the bat. She sincerely thanked him, saying, "It's useful, thank you, Yan."
Yan Hanxi's thin lips curved slightly: "Yan is how Cheng Yi is addressed. Change it."
He Jing frowned slightly: "...Master Yan?"
Yan Hanxi said, "I don't engage in feudal superstition."
He Jing: "Boss Yan?"
Yan Hanxi: "I don't associate with gangs."
He Jing: "Brother Xi?"
Yan Hanxi: "I don't like people calling me brother."
He Jing: "..."
What's so nitpicky about a form of address?
Is he a fussy person?
Yan Hanxi urged her, "Think about it again, okay?"
He Jing paused for a moment, then slowly uttered three words: "Yan Hanxi".
What could be more unpretentious than a name?
Yan Hanxi chuckled and tapped the table with the end of his pen, the ballpoint pen's button clicking intermittently.
He seemed satisfied, but He Jing was filled with helpless complaints: Do all male leads have more developed nerves, which is why they are so neurotic?
Yan Hanxi glanced at her, a half-smile on his face: "You're cursing me in your heart?"
He Jing: "..."
How could you know that?
Yan Hanxi put down his pen and rubbed his forehead helplessly: "The scholarship will be issued soon. Since I lent you my computer, treat me to a meal."
He Jing looked at him with suspicion: "Really?"
Yan Hanxi let out a light, nasal sound: "Hmm, what do you think?"
He Jing frowned slightly, looking troubled. "Then what do you want to eat?"
Yan Hanxi considered it for a moment. He Jing was no longer the Cheng family's daughter, and her family wouldn't be as wealthy as before. He should save money for her if he could.
He thought for a moment, then cautiously replied, "Australian lobster?"
He Jing's body temperature plummeted: "..."
Yan Hanxi frowned and suggested a cheaper option: "Filet mignon?"
"...Do you want me to go bankrupt?"
"Seafood sashimi?"
"...If you can't afford imported Japanese food, would you eat a small loach you dug up from the river?"
"Turkish fried rice?"
"...Is the Turkish nickname you mentioned Lao Gan Ma?"
Yan Hanxi: "..."
What else can we eat?
Yan Hanxi believed that he had lowered his standards to the point of almost having no standards at all.
After considering it for a moment, he said seriously, "Why don't you decide?"
He has the refinement of an aristocrat and a gentleman.
He Jing seemed to have thought it through beforehand, and uttered three words expressionlessly: "Mala Tang (spicy hot pot)".
Yan Hanxi: "..."
"Meat dishes should not exceed three ounces, and you can take as many vegetables as you like."
Yan Hanxi was both annoyed and amused: "Can't you show even a little bit of sincerity?"
As a top student at the prestigious university and the young master of City A, wouldn't he lose face if others saw him like this?
He Jing's cold expression crumbled. She gave him a deep look and finally relented: "Fine, you can have a few more pieces of tripe."
Yan Hanxi: ...Does he seem like the kind of person who likes to eat tripe?
In the end, Yan Hanxi did not accept He Jing's invitation to squat by the roadside to eat spicy hot pot because he received a call from the Yan family.
While on the phone, he glanced sideways at He Jing, his tone dismissive. After hanging up, he curled his lips and said, "Spicy hot pot isn't hygienic, you should eat less of it. I'll come to your house for dinner another day."
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