Chapter 743: Chapter 447 Substitute_2

At that time, Pang Jiao had flipped over the desk. Had it not been for the presence of the class monitor, Huang Zhongfei, a major conflict would have been inevitable.

Unfortunately for Wu Xiaoqi, who was soundly asleep, he found himself plunged into a nightmare.

Since then, Dong Qingfeng had learned his lesson and grown by choosing his words more carefully, fearing he might touch someone’s sore spot.

Chen Qian said, “I definitely paid attention to her makeup, but that wasn’t my goal.”

“What was your goal?” Dong Qingfeng wondered.

Tang Fu was equally curious, looking puzzled.

With an expressionless face, Chen Qian analyzed as if he were a machine, “Just now, the woman’s partner kissed her face, and since makeup contains heavy metals, I was wondering how many times he needs to kiss her before he dies of heavy metal poisoning.”

Dong Qingfeng was greatly shaken, “It really is you!”

Tang Fu was startled. How could someone have such bizarre thoughts?

Xue Yuantong reacted similarly, falling into deep thought, fantasizing, “Is makeup sweet?”

Yang Sheng commented, “Wearing too much makeup indeed isn’t good for the skin.”

Looking at her smooth, cool facial features, Dong Qingfeng remarked, “With your skin, you don’t need makeup at all.”

He sighed, “Youth is the best makeup.”

Chen Qian analyzed seriously, “It’s not youth, but genes that count, take Pang Jiao as an example.”

Dong Qingfeng thought of the acne on Pang Jiao’s face and couldn’t help feeling nauseated. Especially that day when Duan Shigang fought with Pang Jiao and a punch burst her pimple, releasing a mix of red, white, and yellow!

Damn it, Chen Qian, don’t disgust me!

…

At night, the lake mirrored the colorful lights from the opposite shore. The wind swept across, causing fish-scale-like ripples that shimmered, looking splendid momentarily.

By the shore, several weeping willows swayed in the wind. A few anglers sat on stools, fishing quietly, almost blending into the night.

Xue Yuantong, whose eyesight was excellent, remarked to Jiang Ning,

“There are so many people fishing, during the day and even at night. They never seem to run out.”

“We live near the Huishui River Dam, and they fish there every day. Aren’t they afraid of overfishing the place?”

Dong Qingfeng was amused by this. He understood fishing, having gone often with his elders, and was quite clear on the subject.

“How could that be? When they bait the spot, even the water level in the river rises. These wild fish rely on these anglers!”

“Many anglers bait the fish, throwing in several pounds of fish feed, and barely catch a few fish.”

After hearing this, Xue Yuantong was amazed, “They use fish feed for fishing?”

Mingming Jiang Ning used only Fake Bait, and with a quick uplift of the rod, she’d catch a big fish, super easily.

Seeing that the city’s top student, Xue Yuantong, didn’t understand, Dong Qingfeng felt a sense of superiority. Even though his grades weren’t as good, he excelled in other aspects.

He immediately began explaining non-stop, “Of course, you have to bait the area when fishing. If you don’t bait and attract fish with feed, how would they come to you?”

“Only when the fish are attracted can you catch them, and baiting is quite meticulous. There’s a lot to it.”

He was clear and organized. When it came to fishing, Dong Qingfeng had some insights.

Xue Yuantong said, “Jiang Ning never baits when she fishes.”

“Does she catch fish?” Dong Qingfeng asked.

Xue Yuantong replied, “Of course.”

Dong Qingfeng instinctively wanted to question it but realizing Xue Yuantong had no reason to lie to him, unlike Dan Kaiquan and Cui Yu who might make up stories to show off, he reconsidered.

After some thought, Dong Qingfeng grinned, “Jiang Ning, do you like fishing? We should try it together sometime.”

By then, the truth would reveal itself naturally.

Jiang Ning agreed, “No problem.”

Xue Yuantong suggested, “Catch more black fish; they make delicious tomato fish.”

Dong Qingfeng just laughed; choosing fish species while fishing?

That was a bit presumptuous.

…

Continuing their journey, they neared the Wanyu District by their guesthouse.

Tang Fu looked across the street at the tea shop and said, “I plan on buying a milk tea. What about you guys?”

Drinking a sweet milk tea at night felt comfortable and cozy. As for its effect on weight?

Given Tang Fu’s age and her usual level of physical activity, a cup of milk tea was a mere joke.

Yang Sheng responded, “Me.”

Xue Yuantong tugged at Jiang Ning, got approval, and happily said, “I’ll have one too.”

Chen Qian did not move, “You guys go ahead, I’ll wait here.”

After hearing his words, Dong Qingfeng felt like laughing, “You guys go, I’ll be right there.”

After the girls walked to the tea shop, Dong Qingfeng decided to school Chen Qian, “Old Chen, that’s not right. How can you let the girls buy milk tea while you wait here?”

“If it were him, he’d definitely take the initiative to help and even pay the bill.”

“You come, I go; isn’t that how relationships get closer?”

“That’s the right way to interact with girls,” Old Chen, I think you don’t understand at all!”

Chen Qian frowned in thought and said, “I understand now.”

“What do you understand?” Dong Qingfeng awaited his reply.

Chen Qian: “I should have let them get me a cup.”

…

Dong Qingfeng gave up. The child was beyond help; better to let him keep company with his books. The joys of youth were not for him to experience.

But Dong Qingfeng was loyal, and with his sharp instincts, he remembered Chen Qian’s words and got him a cup of milk tea.

As they walked, they sipped on their milk teas. Xue Yuantong held a cold milk tea with both hands, thick and rich in taste. A single cup cost sixteen yuan, frightfully expensive.

At Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School, the milk tea outside the school gate was only three yuan per cup— that’s five times the price difference.

She would never have bought it if it weren’t for the travel reimbursement.

They all chose the same milk tea— pearl milk tea.

Chen Qian drank his milk tea and chewed on the pearls. Soon, he finished the milk tea, but there were still plenty of pearls left, piling up at the bottom of the cup.

He frowned, finding a worthy challenge for his academic prowess.

“Have you noticed that pearl milk tea is flawed? Every time I finish the tea, there are still a lot of pearls left.”

Tang Fu chewed on her straw, nodding. It would have been a cute scene, but paired with her height of nearly six feet, it lost some of that cuteness.

“Yes, every time, a lot of milk tea at the bottom is wasted.”

Chen Qian: “The solution is simple; first, we can calculate how many pearls are in a cup, then work out proportions based on the volume of the milk tea and strictly adhere to drinking a sip of milk tea with a certain amount of pearls.”

Tang Fu was amazed: “You’re really a thoughtful guy.”

Chen Qian pushed up his glasses, his face serious, unable to hide a smug grin.

After years of silence, someone finally understood his essence. Yes, everything in the world was a chess game to Chen Qian; he could calculate and solve all problems with his computations.

Yang Sheng was a hundred times more clear-headed; she said, “Sounds difficult, right? What if by accident you drink too much milk tea and don’t get enough pearls?”

Chen Qian matter-of-factly said, “Obviously, you spit it back and drink it again.”

Tang Fu’s expression changed instantly, showing some disdain.

Chen Qian felt stung; his moment of glory faded, and to salvage his reputation, he continued to think of a solution.

He considered the suction power but then realized, although increasing suction could draw more pearls, it would simultaneously increase the amount of milk tea sucked up.

Chen Qian fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, his behavior quite odd, as countless formulas spilled from his mouth.

After a while, Xue Yuantong shared her experience: “Actually, it’s simple; just stir with the straw while drinking.”

She shook her straw, demonstrating to everyone.

Yang Sheng was even more direct. She tore off the film and boldly finished off the milk tea.

Seeing this, Chen Qian’s heart sank.

…

At night, on the third floor.

The living room TV played a movie, and Xue Yuantong, having taken a shower, lounged on the sofa with her phone.

“Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, what’s in the Aquarium?” her crisp voice rang out.

“A lot of marine life, like those on TV,” Jiang Ning said.

“Must be fun, right?” Xue Yuantong hugged a pillow, very happy.

“Will they attack us? I heard jellyfish are really scary, and poisonous.”

“That won’t happen; there’s glass protection.”

Xue Yuantong stopped worrying: “That’s good! Tomorrow I’m going to take lots of photos for Chuchu.”

Curious about the Aquarium, she incessantly quizzed Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning answered many questions, worried he might dampen her excitement, and suggested, “If you have more questions, just check Baidu.”

He guessed Xue Yuantong wouldn’t want to use Baidu.

Xue Yuantong had more to ask but stopped at his words, her mouth agape but silent.

The chattering around Jiang Ning faded.

She pursed her lips, feeling a bit down, then defiantly hummed:

“Of course I know how to use Baidu, but isn’t your answer faster?”

Jiang Ning teased her, “So you see me as a substitute for Baidu?”

Thinking he misunderstood, Xue Yuantong felt wronged and said, “Not at all… I just wanted to talk to you.”