Night.
Tonight, the moonlight is like water, its clear light sprinkling upon the treetops, the rooftops, and the bustling snack street by Fourth Middle School, coating everything in a silver sheen.
In the southern direction of the snack street, Ge Hao’s figure is hidden in the night as he holds a skewer of fried starch sausage. Before each mission, he must have a serving of starch sausage to face tough situations.
Next to him at the egg pancake stall, Dan Kaiquan and others are buying pancakes to eat.
Hu Jun says: "Eating only pancakes is too dry. Shall we buy so cantaloupe later?"
Dan Kaiquan is tempted; egg pancakes paired with fried skewers are indeed a bit dry. Adding so sweet fruit would definitely be refreshing.
However, he set a budget for dinner at only 8 yuan.
Two yuan for an egg pancake, two yuan for a large chicken fillet, one yuan for a sausage skewer, and three yuan for milk tea, just using up the budget.
Dan Kaiquan hesitates, as does Guo Kunnan. Seeing this, Hu Jun, generously says: "Zhang Chi returned twenty yuan to , consider it found money; I’ll treat you to the fruit."
"Brother Jun is generous!" Dan Kaiquan praises.
Guo Kunnan: "Aweso, aweso, I’ll ask my sister for money to return the favor later."
Hu Jun quickly waves his hand: "Brother Nan, you’re too kind. When your sister treats to dinner, I’ll surely say nice things about you!"
Guo Kunnan is taken aback: "When did my sister say she would treat you to dinner?"
Hu Jun says: "Ah, your sister didn’t tell you?"
Guo Kunnan’s expression becos particularly interesting.
Three minutes later, they finish buying the pancakes, and Guo Kunnan thinks: ’Damn, I must ask my sister when I get back!’
On their way to the fruit stall, because of Hu Jun’s offer, Dan Kaiquan feels he can’t just stay silent and says:
"Buying fruit is quite particular; with fruits at the sa price, like waterlon, so taste sweet, so don’t."
As soon as he finishes this sentence, Hu Jun laughs, saying: "Picking fruit, I’m a pro."
Dan Kaiquan: "I know you’re skilled with bugs, so you also know fruit?"
Hu Jun, imnsely confident, strides towards the fruit stall: "Let show you what skill is!"
With that said, Hu Jun stops at the fruit stall, his face filled with calm and confident expression, exuding an aura of expertise.
Dan Kaiquan is puzzled: ’Could it be, he’s really good at picking fruit?’
The next mont, without even looking at the fruit, Hu Jun with a smile, calls out: "Boss Lady, pick a sweet cantaloupe for ."
"Oh, Jun Jun is back!" Boss Lady greets warmly, "I’ll make sure to pick a sweet one for you!"
Dan Kaiquan: ’Damn it!’
...
Ten minutes after school lets out, so people are still on their way ho while others have already arrived.
Jiang Yanan speaks in the group chat: "The water heater at ho has no hot water, so frustrating, no idea what ti I’ll finish showering again."
In the urban area roads, Xin Youling sits in the backseat of the car. Yesterday, Chai Wei reported to the police, causing quite a stir across the school, and the eting she attended today was due to this matter.
Because of this as the class president in the eye of the storm, Xin Youling has been under a lot of stress, even losing sleep last night.
Who knew today at the eting, the class would cause trouble again, and Shan Qingrong ca to her, asking her to maintain class discipline.
Xin Youling, feeling sowhat tired, ssages in the group: "Sleeping late is actually fine, last night I couldn’t fall asleep, had insomnia (crying face)."
Cui Yu: "No wonder your eye bags are so severe!"
This irritates Xin Youling! She maintains politeness while explaining: "These aren’t eye bags, they’re tear troughs."
Dong Qingfeng: "I had a period of insomnia before too, it was awful."
Guo Kunnan shows concern: "President, is your insomnia caused by so worries, are you thinking about sothing?"
Xin Youling: "Thinking about sleep."
Guo Kunnan is stumped, not knowing how to reply.
At this mont, Lu Qiqi forwards a news article: "It infuriates , heavens, why haven’t won around the world awakened yet!"
Many classmates click in to watch, seeing a certain celebrity who abused his girlfriend leading to her miscarriage, and now they are inexplicably back together.
Ma Shicheng takes a glance: "It truly is bizarre."
Miao Zhe supports: "Such behavior is wrong."
Yu Wen and Tang Jing express their thoughts wildly.
Lu Qiqi: "I don’t understand why won faced with dostic violence still don’t break up, I have zero tolerance towards this matter."
Dong Qingfeng agrees: "Yes, hitting a woman shows a man’s most incompetent side, if he can hit a woman, why can’t he hit his boss? It’s nothing but bullying the weak while fearing the strong."
On this point, many female classmates and quite a few boys stand up to cheer in support.
Lu Qiqi concludes: "Hitting a woman is the most disgraceful act, there’s nothing more disgraceful in the world!"
ng Gui: "You’re wrong."
Lu Qiqi dislikes ng Gui, not only for his ridiculous hairstyle but even detesting him for causing her to suffer losses multiple tis.
Now, seizing the opportunity, she harnesses the montum to pressure ng Gui, "Co on, co on, tell us what’s more disgraceful than hitting a woman?"
"I want to see what you can co up with!"
Once the opponent fails to answer, Lu Qiqi plans to join forces with her girlfriends to embarrass ng Gui, making all the girls in Class 8 look down on him.
ng Gui says: "There is—losing to a woman (sweating face)."
...
In ES Restaurant, in a booth, the environnt is dim.
Tang Jing sets down her phone, forks a piece of matcha mini cake, elegantly popping it into her mouth.
This kind of mini cake costs 12 yuan per portion, with only three small pieces per serving.
"Yu Zhu, why aren’t you eating?" Tang Jing asks.
The failure on the playground tonight not only didn’t discourage her but rather sparked her competitive spirit.
Tang Jing’s pursuit now becos extraordinarily frequent. After evening self-study concludes, she insists on not letting Huang Yuzhu go ho, inviting him out to the restaurant.
Huang Yuzhu sits on the opposite sofa, looking quite nervous, his hands unsure where to place.
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