Chapter 231 Can you cook me two dishes?

What did 400 yuan mean to a high school student?

Zeng Yunde, the vanguard scout of the Zhang Family Army, said.

“The 400 yuan budget Little Fan Brother gave me, I’ll spend it constructively. I’ll take 300 for myself, and spend 100 to buy important information. Good steel must be used on the blade.”

After this was done, he would net 300.

Before the bell rang, he rushed to find someone to inquire about Jiang Nian’s class. It cost 0 yuan, but he would report 50 yuan, noting it down in his book.

After the second evening self-study session ended, Zeng Yunde excitedly left the classroom. He was too excited going from the first floor to the fourth, only realizing something as he stepped into the fourth-floor corridor.

This was the floor for the science Olympiad class!

He, from a science B-level class, was separated from the science Olympiad by two insurmountable chasms. So, the Jiang Nian Little Fan Brother wanted to inquire about was in the Olympiad class?

Zeng Yunde was a very meticulous person. He began to reflect on why he would make such a low-level mistake, not noticing the floor in advance.

After much thought, he came to a conclusion. None of the people who played basketball with Little Fan Brother were good students, so he didn’t think much of it the moment he heard the class number.

He originally thought it would at most be a parallel science class on the third floor, but it turned out to be the science Olympiad class.

Silent for a moment, he hesitated.

A parallel class was fine, but who dared to casually intrude into an Olympiad class? But then again, speed was of the essence. If he dragged it out until tomorrow, he would definitely be scolded.

After all, with 400 yuan, what information couldn’t be bought?

After a moment of thought, he mustered his courage and approached Olympiad Class 3. He walked down the corridor without looking left or right, but found there wasn’t a single boy alone.

In the corridor, five boys were playing Jenga.

It was a game where boys hugged boys, not much different from Russian nesting dolls. There was no purpose, no rules, just laughter and vigorous wiggling back and forth.

This was somewhat different from his impression of top students, but it didn’t matter. He saw a familiar face, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hu Nianzhong, what a coincidence, come with me for a moment.”

Two minutes later.

Hu Nianzhong was pulled into a corner, his expression somewhat displeased. This former junior high classmate had been rather forceful with him, not putting him in his eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

His tone was quite cold, intending to leave after hearing him out.

Zeng Yunde grinned and said.

“Do you have a phone? Open your payment QR code, I want to ask you something.”

Hu Nianzhong raised an eyebrow, thinking, why did this scene feel familiar?

It was a repeat performance, so to speak.

Ten minutes into the third evening self-study session, Jiang Nian rubbed his temples.

All six subject test papers had been corrected, excluding some mistakes made due to carelessness. For physics, chemistry, and mathematics problems he didn’t understand, he directly asked Li Hua, his ‘point-and-read machine’.

Wouldn’t read? Give him a punch and he’d read.

Wherever he didn’t understand, he’d hammer.

Seeing that it was still very early before school ended, he pulled out the newly distributed Chinese practice book. He opened the first reading comprehension, specifically looking for novel stories.

First, relax a bit, balancing work and rest.

Jiang Nian heard a movement and looked up to see Hu Nianzhong entering from the front door. He didn’t pay much attention, then casually looked back to see what the class monitor was doing.

Oh, doing homework.

Why had he never seen this study guide before?

Li Qingrong stopped writing, stared at by him, and only continued when Jiang Nian turned his head away.

Just as she finished the remaining part and was about to turn the page.

Suddenly, Jiang Nian turned his head again without warning.

Li Qingrong: “.”

Hu Nianzhong walked through the aisle and, after returning to his seat, his mood remained restless.

Hmm. He had earned two hundred yuan in an unexpected way.

The questions the other party asked were quite detailed, but he didn’t know much about Jiang Nian. So he picked some things he could say, and eventually, the conversation veered towards grades.

He originally thought this old classmate would leave, thinking 100 yuan wasn’t a loss.

Who knew, as soon as the evening self-study bell rang, Zeng Yunde gritted his teeth and added another 100 yuan. There was only one request: say something useful, don’t just fool him.

Hu Nianzhong agreed, then meticulously analyzed Jiang Nian’s class promotion grades.

Zeng Yunde immediately collapsed. He originally wanted to curse a bit. Just then, he saw the grade group leader, Ji Ming, coming up from the stairwell, and the words he hadn’t spoken were swallowed back down.

With a panicked expression, he tucked his tail and ran.

Perhaps it was too much of a “protesting too much”, he was reprimanded by Ji Ming after only a few steps.

Zeng Yunde was already guilty, purely doing a task with the young master’s money. Being reprimanded, his mentality instantly crumbled, and he took off running towards the stairwell.

There was a series of teeth-grinding noises at the stairwell; he must have fallen.

At his seat, Hu Nianzhong hadn’t written a single word.

He thought about the money he earned a few days ago, and the two times he was bribed with money. A vague question arose in his mind: what exactly were the rules?

Would those who broke the rules get more?

Class 105.

Zeng Yunde returned to the classroom, grimacing, and immediately found someone to switch seats with. He plopped down next to Zhang Xiaofan, disregarding his bruised and battered body.

“Little Fan Brother, I didn’t fail the mission, this battle was a great victory!”

“Oh? Elaborate.” Zhang Xiaofan became spirited.

He currently needed spiritual nourishment; his previous mental image of a heavy attack on Jiang Nian had already burned out. He couldn’t imagine a winning scenario, as he didn’t know Jiang Nian. How coincidental, just as he was dozing off, the pillow arrived.

Zeng Yunde swallowed, bad news, there was no great victory.

The world truly had changed, even the Olympiad class was involved in scams. They took 200 yuan from him and said nothing but useless nonsense.

That Hu Nianzhong, he was like a silent gourd in junior high. How did he become like he’d entered a dye vat after entering the Olympiad class in high school?

He was rotten, damn it!

Damn it, good students were even more wicked than a bad student like him.

Now he had lost 200 yuan in expenses and gained a total of 0 intelligence. Telling the truth would definitely not save his hide, so he could only make things up.

As a bad student, this ability to lie with open eyes was almost innate. And it had been honed through practice, now reaching perfection.

“Little Fan Brother, listen to me.” Zeng Yunde opened his mouth and began.

With the goal of aligning with Young Master Fan’s granularity, he integrated limited information resources. He empowered the information further, and through deep connection and potential accumulation, high-frequency access to key paths, he precisely met Young Master Fan’s spiritual needs.

In layman’s terms, 【say what Brother Fan likes to hear】.

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, can’t catch anyone, but his grades are pretty good, almost 600 points. He’s probably too poor, his whole body isn’t worth as much as one of Little Fan Brother’s shoes.”

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan felt comfortable.

“I knew it.”

Zeng Yunde babbled on, feeling good about himself, his tongue running wild.

“Little Fan Brother, why don’t we have a real-life fight offline? Bring a few people and challenge him to a basketball match, outside school late at night, there’s a lot to be done.”

“Are you stupid? Do you want to be expelled?” Zhang Xiaofan glanced at him.

“Oh, oh, you’re right, he’s in the Olympiad class.” Zeng Yunde scratched his head, “No, Little Fan Brother, if we don’t fight, we can at least block him, right?”

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan was a bit speechless.

“Do I still need you to teach me? That’s hilarious. If I could have a real-life fight, I would have already brought a few sports students to block Jiang Nian outside school and beat him up.”

“Why not?” Zeng Yunde asked curiously.

Zhang Xiaofan smacked him on the head, annoyed, and said.

“What good are you, asking me questions!”

After slapping Zeng Yunde seven or eight times on the head, Zhang Xiaofan still continued the conversation from earlier.

“I’m not familiar with him, I only know some things about basketball. Back in junior high, I heard there was some idiot who challenged three people on the basketball court.”

“In the end, the adults from both sides held them down and forced them to make up. I still remember, there was someone named what-le what-le, anyway, he was also an idiot.”

Zeng Yunde was confused, he didn’t know him anyway.

“Oh, who cares, if Little Fan Brother wants to deal with him, I’ll be the first.”

Zhang Xiaofan was impulsive, but not an idiot. He just looked down on these people, treating them as toys to be played with at will. Occasional impulsiveness was fine.

But once it went beyond his “comfort zone,” he would immediately become alert.

He was deeply influenced by his father, knowing when to be assertive and when to back down. Avoid touching others’ strengths with your weaknesses, but rather crush them.

“Let’s talk about it later. You help me find out if he has anyone he likes.”

“You can really cook?”

“What? You want to marry me?” Jiang Nian propped his head, doing problems, while chatting with Li Hua. School was about to end after evening self-study. “I could flip a wok when I was eight.”

“What kind of strength is that? Is that true or false?” Li Hua looked unconvinced.

“My grandfather was a chef before he retired. When I was little, I didn’t really like studying.” Jiang Nian stopped writing and said, “My mom thought about sending me to the countryside to learn cooking and endure some hardship.”

“And guess what, hey, in one summer, my wok-flipping skills were second only to my grandfather’s.”

Li Hua couldn’t hold back, “Damn, your Bloodline Awakened, right!”

“Pretty much.”

“Then next time I visit your house, can you cook me two dishes?” Li Hua wriggled around, “Oh, right, what do you make? Let’s see the menu.”

“I’ll give you two doses of medicine.” Jiang Nian was speechless.

Zhang Ningzhi stifled a laugh nearby, her shoulders slightly trembling, and couldn’t resist asking.

“What can you make?”

“I can make what you like to eat, the menu supports manual entry.” Jiang Nian instantly changed his expression. Anyway, he didn’t actually have to cook two dishes, so he picked some nice things to say.

If he coaxed Zhizhi a bit, wouldn’t he get tomorrow’s drink again?

Zhang Ningzhi smiled, happy again. Sure enough, happiness truly depended on comparison. With Li Hua as a foil, the coaxing effect was excellent.

After school, Jiang Nian met up with Xu Qianqian from the third floor.

“Is your class going to issue a challenge?”

“What are you talking about?” Jiang Nian was a bit confused.

“Issuing a challenge, our homeroom teacher mentioned it tonight.” Xu Qianqian said, “It’s when the class cadres lead a group of people to read a challenge letter in the opposing class.”

“It has to be written on red paper and such. Our class’s opponent is your class.”

Hearing this, Jiang Nian nonchalantly said, “Oh.”

“Then are you a class cadre?”

Xu Qianqian thought for a moment, “I’m a commoner.”