Chapter 220 Bad Girl, Don’t Waste It: The Gold Coin Dog’s Trial Declaration

Yang Qiming was only emotionally slow, but he wasn’t stupid.

He thought for a moment and understood the meaning behind Zhou Yuting’s words. After recalling, he spoke.

“Yesterday, she sent me a message. Something about transferring 8.8 for candied hawthorns, 18.8 for strawberry candied hawthorns, online feeding, and so on.”

“How did you reply?”

“I didn’t understand it. I wanted to transfer money but then I thought, wouldn’t that be too presumptuous?” Yang Qiming scratched his head, “So I complimented her, ‘You’re really humorous.'”

“Brother Yang, you’re also very humorous.” Huang Cailang was purely a hype man, giving a thumbs up as praise, “If I were that girl, I would definitely laugh.”

Zhou Yuting was stunned, thinking, ‘Truly, a fool has a fool’s luck.’

It was somewhat amusing.

She knew a few Young Misses who could lure a naive guy like Yang Qiming and then completely use him, yet Yang Qiming would still be devoted to them.

The method was simple: early on, bestow small favors.

Birthday return gifts, splitting bills, and after thoroughly understanding his personality, they could even treat the simpleton to a meal.

In a word, they would strive to create the image of a caring, good younger sister.

Then, the big move: revealing their consumption level on their Moments.

I don’t have money, but like all girls who love beauty, I like the Apple ecosystem. I like to travel, I like pretty clothes, I like LV bags.

Do you like me? Give me a better life.

“I don’t care about gifts, I care about you as a person.

Don’t work too hard. If you run out of money, how will you eat, silly?

Let me treat you. We’ll get by if we save a little.

It’s all my fault. Let’s sell the bag.

I’m sorry, my original family isn’t good. My mom used to…”

This combination of moves would turn Yang Qiming, who had a bit of money, into a ‘gold coin dog’ within three months.

He’d be so lost he wouldn’t know north from south, constantly looking for ways to make money.

Zhou Yuting looked down on these ‘gold coin exploiters’ and disdained them. However, she was in a good mood and, with the mindset of ‘idle anyway,’ offered some advice.

“She just wants you to send her a red packet to see your financial capability.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Qiming suddenly understood.

“I didn’t send one, so what do I do now?”

“Are you still thinking about her?” Zhou Yuting was speechless, thinking, ‘What a simp deskmate.’ “What do you mean, ‘what to do’? She’s probably already calling someone ‘husband, husband’ over there.”

Huang Cailang’s eyes widened, struck by the revelation.

“Then if Brother Yang sent a red packet, wouldn’t he also be called ‘husband’?”

Upon hearing this, a strange sense of satisfaction actually rose in Yang Qiming’s heart. Although he knew it was wrong, and the other party most likely only liked money.

But… perhaps after sending the red packet, she wouldn’t look for anyone else?

He waved his hand and said, “Ah, that kind of thing is actually meaningless.”

“Why are you blushing like a teapot!” Zhou Yuting was extremely speechless.

She glanced at her simp deskmate, thinking, ‘Damn, that’s just perfect, one simp and one idiot.’

“Ding-dong!! Class time has arrived, students.”

The class bell rang, and Zhou Yuting didn’t want to argue with the simp anymore. But out of pity, and because she looked down on gold-digging bitches, she finally offered one last piece of advice.

“If you don’t want to be scammed out of money, it’s best to delete that person.”

Yang Qiming nodded, mumbling.

“Got it.”

After saying that, he didn’t act immediately.

Although his phone was in his desk, even if he unlocked it and deleted someone now, it would only take ten seconds. But he used the excuse of class being in session to delay it.

He would definitely delete her after school this afternoon!

After the first class in the afternoon.

Jiang Nian, refreshed, was exceptionally clear-headed, and his listening efficiency was incredibly high. Many people in the classroom had dozed off, even Zhang Ningzhi was sleeping with her head on the desk.

But what was strange was…

“Hua, why aren’t you sleepy?”

“Huh?” Li Hua slowly lifted his head from his study guide, his expression as sluggish as a sloth’s, “Nian, reading is good, I also want to read.”

“Cut the act, let me see.” Jiang Nian didn’t believe his lies.

He leaned over to look, and damn, this guy was reading the small stories in the column under the textbook.

He hadn’t done a single problem, but he hadn’t missed a single story.

“What the heck, you call this reading?”

“Why isn’t it?”

Jiang Nian didn’t want to talk to an idiotic child and continued writing the homework left over from the last physics class.

He liked to write during class and finish up in the ten-minute break.

Although his current physics score was average, but… bro, this is high school third year comprehensive physics.

Sixty points, a Qi Refinement Stage Junior Brother, proving he understood most high school physics common sense and some intricate physics problems.

Seventy points, a Foundation Establishment Stage Senior Brother, proving he had initially grasped the knack of high school physics.

Eighty points, a Golden Core Prodigy, only one in a hundred entered this Domain.

In fact, scoring eighty points in physics in a small county town could get you into a good 985 university. Although the 985 admission rate in Nansheng in previous years was three percent, educational resources in small county towns were scarce.

Two percent of that would be siphoned off by the stronger city key schools, provincial key schools, and XXX University Affiliated Middle School in Nansheng, leaving only one percent of the spots for Zhennan examinees.

Ninety points, a Nascent Soul Stage Old Ancestor, the teacher occasionally asked for your opinion on problems they couldn’t solve.

One hundred points, Mahayana Stage Tsinghua/Peking University.

It’s a simple truth: the comprehensive science exam tests three subjects together.

Physics is the hardest, and most examinees prioritize finishing biology and chemistry before touching physics.

If you score eighty in physics, it means you’ve finished both biology and chemistry.

Even if we take the worst-case scenario, this comprehensive science score would be around 230-240, or even 250-260.

Hey, add up the total score, and isn’t that 985 right there?

In a flash, it was the last class of the afternoon.

Biology.

Qing Bao had been’shaken down’ by Jiang Mazi once in the morning, so in the afternoon, she directly called her Rebellious Disciple to the blackboard to dictate knowledge points.

Although dictation was time-consuming, the long-term benefits were high.

Only by persevering would these young sprouts take the biology knowledge points she taught seriously.

After the dictation, Jiang Nian still scored a perfect hundred.

In contrast, Dong Wensong, who went up with him, was a bit flustered, muttering ‘iku iku yamete’.

Out of ten knowledge points, he only wrote six, showing a clear difference.

Actually, six was already great, as many of the points Qing Bao dictated were from practice problems.

But what people feared most was comparison; compared, he was a mess.

Qing Bao both loved and hated Jiang Nian, the fastest-growing Rebellious Disciple.

Unfortunately, he was a bandit goblin. Once his passive was activated, he’d relentlessly steal gold coins. What he stole was not only the quick-drying pen but also his not-so-bright future.

At that moment, a humble biology teacher quietly crumbled in the corner.

Dong Wensong glanced at Jiang Nian’s corrected dictation on the blackboard, sweat almost pouring down. In biology class, he didn’t dare to act out his ‘Japanese charm’.

No other reason, Qing Bao was a warrior and would directly ‘deal with’ Dong Wensong.

If he were to say ‘are nani, gomen sensei’ on the blackboard and wriggle like a loach, he would immediately be lectured by Qing Bao and then thrown to stand at the back of the classroom.

Hehe, biology class was also known as “Teacher Dong’s Most Normal Episode.”

Qing Bao glanced at Dong Wensong and sighed.

“Go down.”

Dong Wensong lowered his head and silently returned to his seat, beginning his ‘aggrieved’ performance. During class, no one paid attention, but after class, entering the last self-study session.

Finally, someone noticed him and asked quietly.

“Brother Song, what’s wrong?”

“A bit uncomfortable.” Dong Wensong lay on his desk, looking weak, “I feel a bit hot, maybe I’m sick.”

“Is there a risk of recovery?”

“What?”

“No, I mean, is the chance of recovery high?” Luo Yong scratched his head. The ‘isolated island brother’ loved to chat with Dong Wensong, asking questions from time to time.

Watching this guy constantly stir up trouble provided entertainment for the entire afternoon.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe the dictation disappointed the biology teacher. It’s so uncomfortable, I broke out in a cold sweat, so maybe I caught a cold.”

Not far away, Li Hua noticed the commotion and said worriedly.

“Dong Wensong seems to be sick, does anyone have rat poison?”

“That’s too vicious, wasting rat poison, huh?” Jiang Nian added, ignoring the commotion over there. Anyway, Dong Wensong was always full of antics.

If he didn’t pay attention, the wild acts would only splatter in a small area.

After school.

Jiang Nian was busy finishing his half-written homework so that the evening self-study would be easier.

When he looked up, more than twenty minutes had passed since school ended.

He hurried out of the classroom, preparing to go downstairs for dinner. As he reached the second floor, he happened to see Li Qingrong coming up and casually greeted the class monitor.

“Going to the cafeteria?” Li Qingrong asked.

“Yes, Class Monitor, do you need me to bring anything?”

Li Qingrong shook her head and said no.

She paused, probably feeling the response was too cold, so she added.

“Be careful on the way.”

Jiang Nian was slightly stunned, looking into Li Qingrong’s eyes, and swallowed.

“Are there assassins arranged on the road?”

Li Qingrong was puzzled and shook her head.

“No.”

This time it was Jiang Nian’s turn to be embarrassed. He explained.

“Class Monitor, I was just joking.”

Li Qingrong lowered her gaze and nodded.

“Mm.”

The two passed each other, and Jiang Nian rushed downstairs, taking four steps at a time, grabbing the railing and flying down like a Minor Achievement Jackie Chan.

Li Qingrong stood at the edge of the stairs, expressionlessly watching Jiang Nian go downstairs until his figure completely disappeared around the corner on the first floor.

Only then did she retract her gaze and slowly walk up the stairs.

In the cafeteria.

Yang Qiming finished his meal, looking at his phone somewhat distractedly.

He had to delete her.

He was a sentimental person. Even though he knew An An wasn’t a good girl, he was still grateful for their encounter and missed their first night of heartfelt conversation.

No matter what, An An had indeed healed him.

“Thank you, then… let’s say a proper goodbye.” He mumbled, holding his phone, as if having made a certain decision, “Farewell, until we meet again.”

Across from his seat, Huang Cailang was devouring his food. A chicken leg meal with two meat and two vegetable dishes. Brother Yang said he’d treat, and now he was sworn to follow Brother Yang to the death.

As the saying goes, those who praise Brother Yang’s true name shall see eternal life in Reincarnation.

Looking up, Huang Cailang saw Brother Yang frowning. He immediately felt heartbroken. Brother Yang was heaven, Brother Yang was earth; could he stand by and watch Brother Yang suffer?

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

“I’ve decided to delete An An, and I’m thinking of the final farewell message.” Yang Qiming sighed after speaking. Deleting her was not his wish, but he hoped for pure love.

Huang Cailang smiled innocently, “Brother Yang, I’ll help you think!”

“Cailang, my good brother.”

The two were pondering the farewell message, revising the draft again and again. Before they could come up with a moving farewell message, An An sent a message first.

“So annoying, the pants I just bought are loose again. (Picture of a slender white waist)”

Sitting together in the cafeteria, the two young men were stunned. Such an explosive image, suggestive words, and private topic instantly dissolved their rationality.

Gulp, Yang Qiming swallowed.

“I think, let’s write the farewell message tomorrow.”

“Yes, Brother.” Huang Cailang was not good with words, and after a long time, he managed to blurt out, “Anyway, as the saying goes, it’s a big new year, and anyway, Brother, you won’t lose out.”

“That’s right, I just need to stay clear-headed.” Yang Qiming said, his eyes clear, “Cailang, don’t you think this is my opportunity?”

“What opportunity?” He was a bit confused.

“I heard others say that if a person suffers all the losses they can in their youth, then their future life will definitely be smooth sailing and they will be well-versed in human affairs.”

“Ah?” Huang Cailang didn’t understand, but he expressed support, “Yes, the elders say that suffering losses is a blessing.”

“Too small, Cailang, your perspective is too small.” Yang Qiming said with a solemn expression, “In a man’s Dao of progress, how can there only be laughter and joy?”

“How can the path one is determined to walk not be blocked by storms?”

Upon hearing this, Huang Cailang said.

“That’s so true, Brother.”

Although Zhou Yuting had already said that An An was a bad woman who cheated money. Girls understood girls better, and her words were almost certainly true.

If that bad woman cheated Brother Yang out of his money, Brother Yang wouldn’t have money to treat him to meals anymore.

But one couldn’t just think about oneself; one had to consider Brother Yang.

As long as Brother Yang was happy, even if he didn’t treat him to meals. Even if he starved nine times in three days, he would still follow Brother Yang.

Thinking of this, Huang Cailang almost moved himself to tears.

He looked at Yang Qiming, his gaze firm, and said.

“Brother, you are too wise.”