Chapter 244 You’re singing and dancing here!

Zhong Qing glanced at the time; there were only three minutes left until class ended.

She always planned her lectures and was unwilling to extend class unless absolutely necessary.

Estimating that she couldn’t finish a problem in three minutes, she simply stopped.

“Today’s class assignment is on page 186 of the comprehensive review book.”

“Long live Qingbao!” Jiang Nian looked delighted.

It was time to eat. Oh, he forgot. For lunch, they were going directly to the Chuyun Hotel for a county wedding banquet, so he wouldn’t have to fight for food with those gloomy first-year students.

Of course, he was one of those gloomy creatures himself.

“What Qingbao? What are you shouting about?” Li Hua was a little jealous, turning his head to point at him, “Bro, you’re crossing the line.”

Jiang Nian glanced at Li Hua, a scornful smile playing on his lips, gradually transforming into a Dragon King.

“What’s wrong with me calling her Qingbao? You’re singing and dancing here.”

“Akashi!”

The class bell rang.

Qingbao said “class dismissed” and left with her books.

The students streamed out of the classroom, Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang practically sprinting out the door. Wu Jun’gu leaned back in his seat, waiting for Zeng You; he still had a short passage of a novel to finish.

Chen Yunyun lingered for five or six minutes until most of the students had left, then she and Wang Yuhe exited the classroom together.

In the corridor, Jiang Nian was playing on his phone.

He turned his head to see the two girls emerge and promptly put his phone into his pocket.

“Shall we go?”

“Mm.” Chen Yunyun nodded.

She was slightly nervous but couldn’t show it, as that would put pressure on Jiang Nian. After all, she was going on behalf of her parents, and she had invited Jiang Nian herself.

Although the host usually invited business acquaintances rather than ordinary friends, and the gift money wasn’t small, bringing one person wouldn’t be an issue at all.

Besides, there was also Wang Yuhe, whose family also gave a gift.

It was like two pulling one.

Sharing the burden made it even less noticeable; in fact, no one would ask. But she was somewhat nervous, partly because it was her first time, and it felt strange.

She now regretted her impulsive decision; was it too down-to-earth?

Fortunately, Wang Yuhe looked quite happy.

“Jiang Nian, guess how many bowls of rice I’ll eat later?”

Jiang Nian glanced at Wang Yuhe, feigning deep thought.

“I don’t know.”

“You guess first,” Wang Yuhe urged.

“Ten bowls, I guess, since you’re a super big eater,” Jiang Nian said casually, “You’ll just stand up and eat from the rice cooker; no one can beat you.”

“You’re the big eater!” Wang Yuhe, walking out of the school gate, with her 1.67-meter height, argued like a 1.5-meter child, “The answer is zero bowls, because I don’t eat rice.”

“You don’t even know this? Adults don’t eat rice at banquets.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Nian glanced at her, asking casually, “Then what do they eat if not rice?”

“They drink alcohol and eat dishes.”

“Can you drink alcohol?”

Wang Yuhe wanted to say yes, but then she worried that Jiang Nian, this little baby, would report her to the homeroom teacher.

“I drink beverages and eat.”

Jiang Nian said, “Wedding banquets are all about alcohol; the only ‘beverages’ are beer.”

“You’re lying.”

Watching the two bicker, Chen Yunyun’s nervousness eased slightly.

“There are beverages, usually canned Coke.”

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe leaned forward and asked curiously.

“Why are they canned? The hotels in our town have those big bottles of Coke and Sprite.”

“Because it’s easier to distribute, and a case of canned Coke isn’t that expensive,” Jiang Nian said as he stepped out of the school gate, squinting at the sunlight on the street.

It was currently 12:15 PM, and the county hotels usually started serving food around 12:30 PM.

It was about a ten-minute walk, just enough time to arrive for the meal.

“Some places even serve tea, the kind in small glass bottles,” Chen Yunyun explained carefully, “But in Zhennan, it’s all about large bowls of tea, so there are only beverages.”

“Generally, they provide towels, but that shabby Chuyun Hotel doesn’t,” Jiang Nian said, “If you need one, you can directly ask the front desk.”

Wang Yuhe blinked, then suddenly realized something.

Jiang Nian was a local from the county town.

She couldn’t help but blush at her oversight, “You’ve been to that hotel?”

“What’s new? That hotel is only a kilometer from my house,” Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, “Weddings nearby are basically held there, or in Zhenbei.”

Wang Yuhe was utterly defeated, her mouth pouting.

“Oh.”

Hearing Jiang Nian say that, Chen Yunyun’s nervousness also largely dissipated.

No wonder he agreed so readily.

It was normal to bring people to a wedding banquet in town, depending on one’s relationship with the host family. If they were distant relatives or important friends, generally more gift money meant more people.

She didn’t know the situation in the county town, but it seemed there wasn’t much difference now.

As Jiang Nian and the two girls arrived at their destination, firecrackers were already being prepared at the entrance. Wang Yuhe’s face turned pale, and she quickly pulled Chen Yunyun inside.

“Come on, they’re setting off firecrackers.”

Currently, the concept of urban management was still a novelty in Zhennan. In short, setting off firecrackers on the street was largely unregulated, as even urban management officers had their own banquets.

In her panic, Chen Yunyun turned to look for Jiang Nian, then gritted her teeth and reached out to pull him along too.

There were greeters at the entrance, but they didn’t check invitations.

Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe each gave a name, and the greeter glanced at Jiang Nian. Then he saw Chen Yunyun holding the young man’s hand and turned to look elsewhere.

High school sweethearts, huh.

But what did it mean for the three of them to be strung together like candied hawthorns?

The Chuyun Hotel could accommodate two families holding banquets simultaneously, and coincidentally, there were indeed two families holding wedding banquets.

The three stood bewildered by the landscape screen at the entrance, looking at the two greeters’ stands. How could there be two families getting married at the same time? Which of the two entrances should they choose?

“Do you remember the host family’s name?” Jiang Nian asked.

“My parents didn’t say; they just said this hotel was holding a wedding banquet, and to give my father’s name,” Chen Yunyun was also bewildered, turning to Wang Yuhe, “Do you know?”

Wang Yuhe shook her head, “They said it, but I didn’t hear clearly.”

Usually, there would be someone specifically standing there to direct guests. Probably, as it was close to serving time and few people were arriving, the waitstaff went to attend to other duties.

The firecrackers at the entrance went off, signaling that the dishes were about to be served.

Jiang Nian covered one ear and raised his voice.

“I’ll ask the greeters at the door.”

“No, no, no need.” Chen Yunyun blushed; she estimated she didn’t have the courage to hold his hand again, and explaining it to Jiang Nian would be quite troublesome.

“I’ll call my parents and ask.”

“Alright.” Jiang Nian was primarily compliant.

Soon after learning the name, they entered the right corridor.

At the table.

Yang Qiming and Huang Cailang sat next to each other, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

The others at the table also seemed not to know each other well; only two elderly people and a few middle-aged men were making awkward conversation.

The two of them were ostensibly playing on their phones, but in reality, they were chatting.

Huang: “Bro, I’m starving to death, why aren’t they serving the food yet?”

Yang: “They’ve set off firecrackers, it’ll be served soon.”

Huang: “Why did we choose this table, Bro? I want to go to the table with more girls; they don’t eat meat.”

Yang: “Foolish! We’re here to eat seriously. The old folks at this table can’t eat much, and the middle-aged men are busy drinking and bragging. Won’t all the dishes be ours?”

Huang Cailang was amazed, thinking, ‘Brother Yang is still more experienced.’

“Bro, if you hadn’t reminded me, I would have wanted to sit at the kids’ table.”

Yang Qiming grinned, typing his lesson.

“You’re wrong. The kids’ table is a bit hard to tackle in the Early Stage. First, you have to get close and ask about their grades, then praise their potential, and then pour drinks for them one by one.”

“Once they’re full, their Middle Stage endurance can’t keep up, and in the Late Stage, you can eat whatever you want.”

“This requires a precise grasp of social etiquette, unlike our table. We play on our phones in silence and strike hard while they’re drinking.”

Yang Qiming was actually hungry too, so hungry he felt his stomach was touching his back.

Typing so many words to reply to Huang Cailang was just to distract himself.

To think that he, a dignified figure, had fallen to the point of coveting banquet food, even studying tactics just to eat a few more bites.

Truly, a hero in his twilight, sighing endlessly.

Seeing that the cold dishes had already been served.

The two were quick-eyed and quick-handed, directly grabbing cold shredded pig ears.

With some food in his stomach, Huang Cailang finally had time to reply to Yang Qiming, and also asked his last question.

“Brother Yang, which table should you absolutely not go to?”

Yang Qiming saw the pig trotters about to be served and replied at lightning speed.

“The table with many grandmas.”

On the other side.

Jiang Nian and Chen Yunyun sat at a relatively secluded table. Besides them, there were only two or three other people and a small girl of a few years old.

The atmosphere at the entire table was strange; the other few people were playing on their phones with their heads down, like the groom’s ex-girlfriends. They didn’t care when the food was served, eating casually.

The dishes had already been served, and Wang Yuhe couldn’t reach the radish meatballs, getting a little anxious.

“Yunyun, help me get that.”

Chen Yunyun found it a bit amusing, but she didn’t pay too much attention and got up to help her with the dish.

“Here.”

Wang Yuhe said, “Thank you, Yunyun.”

As she sat down, the little girl next to her suddenly tugged on Chen Yunyun’s clothes and said in a childish voice.

“Yunyun, help me get some ducky.”

Friendship book recommendation: “I, Lu Mingfei, the Spiritual Mentor of Naruto of Akatsuki”

Naruto and Dragon Clan crossover.