Chapter 22 How Thick is 20,000 Yuan?

Jiang Nian took a shower and felt refreshed.

As he stepped out and turned the corner of the corridor, he saw three women putting on a show from a distance.

As he got closer and listened, he was instantly speechless. Damn, these low-class women were badmouthing his dad here.

Getting a gym membership and buying classes was initially a System requirement, but after experiencing it, Jiang Nian found it quite enjoyable; exercising had a strange addictive quality.

Besides, he came tonight to complete a task, so he decided to get straight to the point.

After all, even if he took a step back, working out wasn’t a loss. If you don’t train your legs by eighteen, in college, junior girls will be silent, senior girls will shake their heads, and you’re destined to cry into an empty cup.

At the end of the hallway, Zhao Qiuxue suddenly tensed up.

Sixty classes? Wasn’t that a waste of money?

The class prices in a small county were cheap, a hundred yuan per class. This was mainly due to the lack of professionalism and cheap rent, but sixty classes still amounted to six thousand yuan!

Ren Meimei couldn’t stay calm. “You’re joking, kid.”

Jiang Nian happened to walk in front of them and glanced at Ren Meimei. She had a melon seed face, a pink big-chested crop top, and tight yoga pants.

“Yes, Auntie.”

“You called me Auntie?” Ren Meimei froze, pointing at herself and saying, “Why are you so rude, child?”

“Why are you so aggressive when you speak? Are you not going to live until tomorrow?” Jiang Nian smiled slightly. “Oh, right, I’m a member, and the customer is God.”

“You!” Ren Meimei gritted her teeth, then turned and walked away huffily.

Mei Wanling watched from the side, stunned, her mouth agape in an ‘o’ shape. She and Ren Meimei had a small argument every three days and a big one every five, and she rarely came out on top.

No, was this handsome young man really that aggressive?

Zhao Qiuxue couldn’t help but cover her forehead at the sight. She had already witnessed Jiang Nian’s ‘civilized language’ two days ago. His authentic local dialect made everyone dizzy.

This was nothing compared to that.

Jiang Nian turned his head. “Sis, recharge my classes at the front desk.”

Hearing this, Zhao Qiuxue collected her thoughts. She walked in front of Jiang Nian and said earnestly,

“Thank you for standing up for me, Sis. I appreciate your kindness. But there’s no need to recharge classes. You’re still a student; no matter where your money comes from, don’t waste it.”

“Thirty classes, if you push through, can teach you everything you need to know. If you don’t understand anything later, just ask me directly; no need to spend more money.”

“Uh, but I don’t want to use my brain,” Jiang Nian waved his hand. “I was going to buy classes anyway. If I don’t train now, I’ll train in college, and buying classes outside is more expensive.”

Zhao Qiuxue thought for a moment. “Then you still don’t need to buy classes; I’ll guide you for free, Sis.”

“That won’t do; one thing is one thing.” Jiang Nian didn’t want to reveal too much to outsiders and joked, “Sis, if you keep this up, I won’t dare to come anymore.”

Hearing this, Zhao Qiuxue’s expression was slightly helpless.

“Alright then.”

The fitness female coach Mei Wanling, standing nearby, her pupils constricted. She looked at Jiang Nian, then at Zhao Qiuxue. She was incredibly shocked in her heart; he really recharged? That was six thousand yuan!

Front desk.

Ren Meimei hadn’t actually gone far; recharging and buying classes had to be done at the front desk. She wanted to see if that annoying brat was just being stubborn or if he really had money.

Soon, Jiang Nian came over with the person. He smiled and explained his intention to the sweet little sister at the front desk, scanned the code to pay, all in one go.

Ren Meimei was startled; he really paid?

He only bought ten classes, right?

After Jiang Nian left, Ren Meimei frowned and walked over. The little sister at the front desk saw her gym’s top sales come over, first stunned, then sweetly called out,

“Sister Meimei, would you like something to drink?”

“No, I want to ask you something.” Ren Meimei still held a glimmer of hope in her heart. “They… uh, that customer just now, how many classes did he recharge?”

“Sixty classes, why?” The sweet little sister asked curiously, then smiled sweetly again, “Sister Meimei is even more amazing; you can sell hundreds of classes in a month.”

Ren Meimei’s cheek twitched upon hearing this, thinking, how could that be the same? Those old perverts were greasy and lecherous; if she didn’t let them take advantage, they wouldn’t buy classes at all.

Thirty classes plus sixty classes, and he had wiped out her two weeks of hard-earned Performance in one go.

What the hell.

【Task: Repurchase sixty classes. Reward: 30,000 RMB (Completed)】

Buzz, his phone vibrated in his pocket, showing a deposit of thirty thousand yuan.

Jiang Nian walked out of the gym; it was already nine in the evening. Zhao Qiuxue left work early and gave him a ride.

Although Jiang Nian had showered at the gym, his clothes were dry but smelled sour. The wind blew, and he smelled it first, and Zhao Qiuxue smelled it too.

She thoughtfully suggested that he could bring a change of clothes next time.

Jiang Nian joked, “That’s too much trouble, wouldn’t I have to wash an extra set of clothes?”

Zhao Qiuxue also laughed, “I’ll wash them for you, Sis. You can change directly when you come. You’re my big client now, otherwise, I’d really feel bad.”

“Alright,” Jiang Nian was just joking.

If he had to choose, he’d rather make Song Xiyun hand-wash them while crying. Hehehe, cute girl, you wouldn’t want your mom to lose her job, would you?

Back at the county high school entrance, there were still twenty minutes until the evening self-study ended.

He watched Zhao Qiuxue leave.

Jiang Nian thought for a moment, bought a tote bag and small zip ties at the stationery store at the school gate, then walked towards the rural credit union ATM across the street.

He withdrew twenty thousand yuan in one go, a thick wad, tied with a small zip tie.

Jiang Nian calmly put the money into the bag and walked into the school as if nothing had happened. As he reached the playground, the bell for the end of evening self-study rang, and the campus instantly became lively.

He walked against the flow of people, carrying the bag in his hand, and followed a few people upstairs.

On the corridor.

“Why are you so slow?” Xu Qianqian was carrying her schoolbag, which seemed a bit heavy, with the straps digging in. “Did you come back from outside school? Took leave again?”

“Yes, I was sick,” he said.

The teaching building was brightly lit, the corridor was crowded with people, and the noise rose and fell. The hot wind blew in, and the light stretched far into the distance.

Xu Qianqian turned sideways, frowning as she stared at Jiang Nian.

“Can you be any more ridiculous? You run faster than those sports students. Everyone in this world gets sick except you. You must have gone out to play!”

“I’m going to tell Aunt Li! Let her beat you up!”

“Tsk.” Jiang Nian puffed out his chest and sneered, “Do you know my score, Xu Qianqian? I left with a sick note. Still trying to control me?”

Saying that, he was in a great mood and reached out to pat Xu Qianqian’s fluffy head.

“Wait for me, I’ll get my schoolbag. I’ll buy you milk tea tomorrow.”

“I won’t wait for you!” Xu Qianqian shook her head, her touched head feeling as if it had been electrocuted, the warmth spreading all the way to her earlobes and cheeks. “Who cares about your milk tea!”

Soon, Jiang Nian came out with a schoolbag; the bag was gone.

Xu Qianqian was about to leave when he pulled her back.

“What do you want!”

“Why are your ears red?”

“None of your business?” Xu Qianqian turned her head, her tone fierce, with a hint of wanting to flee. “You talk too much. Anyway, you owe me two milk teas now!”

Thanks to ‘Be more diligent’ for the January vote.