CHAPTER 1151: CHAPTER 654: AM I BEAUTIFUL? (2)

Such a person, his death is actually related to Evergreen Liquid?

He suddenly connected many thoughts in his mind, with Jiang Ning also shrouded in an unclear mist:

’Why did Shuyan mention this point?’

Lin Zida spoke harshly: "Jianhui, stop investigating."

Ding Shuyan: "Hmm, let’s clean up, we still have evening study sessions, that’s it."

She didn’t continue the topic, but Lin Zida and Zhuang Jianhui were smart people, more cautious with their lives than others.

If they insisted on their own way, rather than retreating in silence in the future, it would be better for Jiang Ning to stop here.

In that case, Ding Shuyan’s eyes slightly lowered, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow at the corners of her eyes.

She would eventually be sad.

...

Evergreen Liquid Headquarters.

The restaurant, bustling with people, Xue Yuantong was full.

She told Chuchu: "We should head home, we still have evening study sessions."

Xue Chuchu calmly said: "I don’t have evening sessions."

Xue Yuantong suddenly felt really sad.

The worst is having to suffer at school while a good friend can stay home and play.

She silently took out her phone, found Jiang Ning, and tentatively asked: "Do you want to go to school tonight?"

Jiang Ning knew what she was thinking as soon as he saw her tone.

"I love going to school." Jiang Ning replied.

Xue Yuantong pretended not to hear, she messaged: "Let’s play a game, roll dice on WeChat, if it rolls to 1, we’ll skip class tonight."

Jiang Ning: "No problem."

Xue Yuantong tapped the dice, and it rolled to 3.

Jiang Ning: "No skipping this time."

Xue Yuantong: "Double it, just right to skip 3 sessions, not going tonight."

So, Jiang Ning sent a leave message to Shan Qingrong.

...

Evening Study Session.

Yang Sheng finished firing, went home for a shower, changed into sportswear, and came refreshed for the evening study session.

She strolled through the Fourth Middle School campus in the evening, it was winter, the sun set early, she glanced at the teaching building, the lights in Class 8 brightly shining through the dim twilight.

Yang Sheng’s eyes brightened, thinking of the afternoon training field, she felt genuine happiness, but alas, only a one-time opportunity.

She walked along the dim streetlights, all the way to the classroom.

She found an orange-sized, golden yellow fruit on her desk, resembling both an orange and a tangerine.

"Who put an orange on my desk?" Yang Sheng wondered.

Yu Wen was often at odds with Yang Sheng, repeatedly offended by her. At this moment, seeing Yang Sheng’s lack of knowledge, she sneered: "That’s a Wogan, haven’t you heard of Wogan?"

This was brought to the class by the class leader Huang Zhongfei.

According to him, he had a relative in Gui Province who owned an orchard, and it was the season for Wogan to ripen, so they sent him several large baskets.

Since there were too many, far too many to eat, Huang Zhongfei generously brought them to class to share with the students.

"Oh, Wogan." Yang Sheng understood; easier to peel than oranges, with a superior taste.

Yang Sheng curiously asked: "Why give me a Wogan?"

Yu Wen pursed her lips; conflicts among girls are often more intense than those among boys.

She sarcastically squeezed her voice: "Because you’re beautiful!"

Her repeated sassy remarks made Yang Sheng uncomfortable, so she looked at Yu Wen’s desk and retorted: "Oh, why do you have one then?"

Yu Wen’s face changed: ’What do you mean?’

So she’s saying I’m not beautiful?

Jiang Yanan saw this, quickly explained the reason, and interrupted the unpleasant atmosphere.

Yu Wen returned to her desk, still feeling uneasy.

Not just because of Yang Sheng.

More so because she believed that her place in the class leader’s heart should be unique.

He should treat her uniquely.

However, the Wogan she got was the same as everyone else’s.

She felt herself being treated like everyone else.

But, Yu Wen was still unwilling, she asked Shen Qing’e: "Don’t you think the Wogan the class leader gave me is different from the others’?"

She looked at Shen Qing’e expectantly, hoping she would say something different.

Shen Qing’e noticed Yu Wen’s unease, as a long-time guest at her sister’s house, she had become very astute.

She didn’t want to spoil the mood, so she decided to go along with Yu Wen’s idea.

"They’re the same," she said.

Yu Wen’s face fell.

"But," Shen Qing’e said.

Yu Wen’s face lifted.

"You’re the first girl in class to receive the class president’s sweet Clementine," Shen Qing’e continued.

Yu Wen was overjoyed.

...

Back row.

Cao Kun realized that the distance between him and Meng Zi Yun was growing further and further.

Back in Class 6, he was a prominent figure, and among all the boys in the class, he considered himself to be among the top three in talent.

This year’s sports day at Fourth Middle School, during the fun run, he had managed to carry Meng Zi Yun in a princess hug, reaching the pinnacle of his life.

However, with the dissolution of Class 6, his life took a sharp downturn.

And then, he kept falling and falling.

Especially after Meng Zi Yun drew an invitation, she seemed like a completely different person.

This afternoon, Cao Kun sent Meng Zi Yun several messages, but did not receive a single reply.

He opened his phone, and the last line on the chat screen was his message: "Zi Yun, say something!"

But there was no response.

It was so painful, my beloved!

Cao Kun sat dazed at his seat, with the cheerful laughter of Dan Kaiquan and Wang Longlong behind him.

He knew they were always that happy.

But that kind of happiness was not what Cao Kun wanted.

He felt numb.

Suddenly, the call from Cui Yu came from behind: "Cao Kun, come join us, we’re one short for a game of Landlord."

"Okay!" Cao Kun immediately agreed.

He could only use card playing to numb his heart.

The original boys from Class 8 didn’t have any exclusive ideas, even though Cao Kun was a transfer student, the boys often invited him to play.

But Cao Kun used to hold himself too high, unwilling to let his guard down.

Even though he was heartbroken, Cao Kun’s luck with cards was astonishing, winning two rounds as the landlord in succession.

He played so well that Cui Yu, Meng Gui, and Dan Kaiquan couldn’t tell heads from tails.

From being heartbroken just moments ago, Cao Kun was now all smiles, experiencing such genuine joy for the first time in a long time.

People tend to be modest when they’re on a downward path, but once they’re on the ascent, they like to flaunt their successes.

With a victor’s mindset, Cao Kun said, "No joke, during New Year’s card games, I win several hundred bucks each year."

"What, I’m not the landlord this round? No worries, I’ll guard the gate, not letting a single one escape!"

Unlucky in love, but lucky in cards, Cao Kun went on to the next round.

In high spirits, he felt the sensation of being in Class 5 return!

Just as Cao Kun was feeling proud, Meng Zi Yun walked in through the back door of the classroom.

Before she even reached him, she called out, "Cao Kun!"

Cao Kun was excited at heart, suppressing his smile: "What’s up?"

Meng Zi Yun said, "Are you free tonight? I want to find a guy to accompany me to a dinner at Changqing Liquid."

As soon as she said that, Cui Yu, Meng Gui, and Dan Kaiquan all shot envious glances his way, invited by a girl!

And a pretty girl at that!

How thrilling, how thrilling!

Good things come in pairs!

Cao Kun was elated, pretending not to be too eager, yet maintaining his composure!

Yes, he played it cool.

He said, "I’m in the middle of a card game, having won a few rounds, but since it’s you, of course I’m available."

Meng Zi Yun beamed with gratitude: "That’s wonderful, could you help me write the math test paper during evening study? Dong Qingfeng invited me to a dinner at Changqing Liquid."

"To show my gratitude, I’ll bring you dessert tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Meng Zi Yun hurriedly left.

Cao Kun’s expression froze.

After a while, he recovered, only to see Cui Yu and Meng Gui all staring at him.

Cao Kun felt deeply embarrassed inside but was too proud to show it, so he consoled himself: "Hahaha, at least I still get to eat dessert, right? She specifically got it for me."

Silence fell upon them.

Ma Shicheng remarked, "Isn’t it possible... that the dessert she plans to bring might be leftovers from her dinner with Dong Qingfeng at Changqing Liquid?"