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Chapter 529: Chapter 348 My Genius Plan_2
Zhang Yifei had received a favor from Yu Wen by eating her melon, and now that her benefactor was in trouble, she shouted loudly:
"I’ve got this!"
Having spoken, she posed like the ancient pot-lifter Xiang Yu, adopting a heroic stance and with her sturdy fingers hooked around the corner of Yu Wen’s mouth, she forcefully dug in.
The onlooking Wang Longlong took a half step back in shock: "Damn, that’s brutal!"
Zhang Yifei had learned medical experience and possessed more strength than an ordinary boy. She directly extracted the piece of cantaloupe from Yu Wen’s mouth.
Zhang Yifei showed no mercy to the delicate and fragile, engaging in a wild and reckless extraction.
Tears streamed down Yu Wen’s face as she remained helplessly in despair, like a weak woman unable to resist, undergoing the most brutal of experiences.
It was like witnessing a scene of torture, unfolding right before the entire class.
...
Yu Wen was saved.
Yu Wen went home on leave.
She didn’t reappear until school was out in the afternoon.
"Jiang Ning, I’m going out to eat, stay here and be good," Xue Yuantong repeatedly instructed Jiang Ning before leaving.
A new spicy mix restaurant had opened outside, which Bai Yuxia and others claimed was very delicious and appealingly spicy, sparking Xue Yuantong’s interest, so she decided to join Bai Yuxia and the rest to try it out.
Therefore, she told her mother in advance not to cook that afternoon.
Jiang Ning didn’t join in on the fuss; he stayed in his seat, reading a book.
The students left the classroom, leaving only a few scattered about.
Xue Yuantong spent a long time over her meal, and Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense spread out, finally detecting within the furthest limit that Xue Yuantong and the others had finished queuing and had just sat down.
At the back of the classroom, Geng Lu entered with a pizza in hand, which her mother had made herself.
Geng Lu’s hair was slightly damp; she had gone home to shower, grabbed the pizza, and hadn’t had the chance to eat yet.
In the second-to-last row, Lu Qiqi was fiddling with her makeup and skincare products.
"Is that blotting paper?" asked Geng Lu.
"Yeah, I bought it online, it’s great value for money," said Lu Qiqi. "We’re still in puberty, our faces get oily, and this can blot it up."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of rectangular, beige thin paper.
She pressed it against her forehead, wiped it, and then lifted it to reveal visible oil marks.
"It works pretty well, here, give it a try," said Lu Qiqi, handing over two sheets to her.
Geng Lu had never used blotting paper before; she didn’t wear makeup and rarely used skincare products.
She didn’t refuse, instead, taking the blotting paper with a clever spark in her eyes.
"Thanks."
Lu Qiqi shrugged it off: "Go ahead, use it."
One hand holding the pizza and the other the blotting paper, Geng Lu returned to her seat, put down the pizza, and said to Jiang Ning at the desk in front:
"Jiang Ning, guess what this is?"
"Blotting paper."
"You know about it?"
"I’ve seen it online before," Jiang Ning, sitting by the window, replied.
Seeing no one else by his side, Geng Lu casually chose to share a desk with him, turning to face him.
She smiled, her eyes filled with gentleness, and with soft and low vocals said, "Jiang Ning, let me blot it for you."
Saying so, she reached for the beige paper, her soft body moving closer.
Jiang Ning caught a faint whiff of the freshly showered scent. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
It was nice, and while Jiang Ning was analyzing the fragrance, the the scale of Geng Lu’s bosom suddenly pressed down.
Her soft, creamy arm came into Jiang Ning’s view, followed by a thin piece of paper gently pressed against his forehead.
Geng Lu suppressed her embarrassment, maintaining her posture as she gently wiped his forehead.
Jiang Ning felt comfortably soothed.
She only wiped a couple of times before moving away, careful not to displease Jiang Ning.
Geng Lu checked the beige paper and it remained its original color.
"Jiang Ning, it’s quite clean."
"Not bad."
Geng Lu calmed her racing heart and opened the pizza box: "My mom brought pizza, and I can’t finish it all. Let’s eat together."
"Sure."
...
Outside the school.
Zhang Chi had been experiencing a string of misfortunes lately: getting caught selling routers, failing to win prize money at the sports meet, and being punished by the school for stealing peaches. His life seemed bleak.
As the saying goes, "When you reach a dead end, there’s always another village after the dark willows and bright flowers."
At his loneliest and most hopeless time, a door opened beside Zhang Chi.
He had recently met a twenty-eight-year-old married woman on QQ with an amazing figure and a fascinating soul, sharing many, many common topics with him.
Crucially, the married woman was very wealthy. In her investment business, just one of her bank cards carried a seven-digit balance!
The married woman said she never invested in projects but in people she took a fancy to.
The more Zhang Chi listened, the more sense it made. He shared some investment ideas with her, winning her praise with his extended discourse.
The married woman hinted at admiration and claimed she would invest in him.
They talked not only about investments but also the small things in everyday life. The married woman often shared selfies with him.
Zhang Chi was deeply attracted.
Unfortunately, the married woman was too busy with work during the day to talk to him.
Zhang Chi vaguely felt he had grasped an opportunity, and if he could hold onto it, his life would change.
Walking down the street, he looked up and saw a restaurant.
He had heard about this restaurant from Ma Shicheng and others, who said the food was good but slightly expensive.
Zhang Chi thought of his impending rise to the top - what was this little amount of money to him?
He strode into the shop, having intended to splurge 28 yuan on a dish of braised pork ribs, but ultimately, Zhang Chi controlled himself and spent 16 yuan on a large portion of stir-fried meat.
The feeling of spending money was truly exhilarating!
Zhang Chi thought he was one of the restaurant’s ’elite customers.’
Yet, at the table opposite him, three people sat: a boy around seven or eight years old and an older man and woman, presumably the boy’s grandparents.
Their table was full of dishes, including the coveted braised pork ribs and mouth-watering chicken among several other fine dishes.
