TRSGVM 10

Chapter 10

After finishing his meal, Wang Cheng wiped his mouth.

Then he stood up, walked to the refrigerator, and imitated Qi Lin by taking out a bottle of Jianjiao from inside, preparing to leave.

“Hey, student, you haven’t paid yet.”

However, before Wang Cheng had taken a few steps, the shop owner called out to him.

Hearing the owner call him, Wang Cheng was instantly confused.

Usually when they ate breakfast, Qi Lin always paid the bill and never asked him to contribute.

Even if Qi Lin had something to do and left early, he would settle the bill beforehand.

But had he heard wrong just now? The owner was actually asking him to pay?

“Boss, you must’ve made a mistake, right? Didn’t my friend already pay just now?”

Wang Cheng turned around, his tone full of confusion.

He thought the owner had mixed things up.

“Your friend—the handsome guy who always drives luxury cars, right?”

The owner asked with a smile.

Wang Cheng immediately nodded.

“Yes, yes, that’s him.”

The owner walked over and stretched out his hand.

“Then there’s no mistake. When he ordered just now, he specifically said that today you’re the one treating. The beef rice noodles he ordered and the bottle of Jianjiao are all put on your bill.”

“Also, your friend ordered one bowl of beef rice noodles and a bottle of Jianjiao. And you ate one bowl of beef rice noodles, one plate of fried soybean paste noodles, and a bottle of Jianjiao. Altogether that comes to 44 yuan.”

Wang Cheng: “…………”

At this moment, Wang Cheng never expected that Qi Lin, who had always treated people generously, would actually put the bill on him without even saying a word.

“Damn it! How can a rich second-generation guy like him do something so shameless!”

The muscles on Wang Cheng’s face twitched as he cursed in his heart.

Yet he didn’t realize that Qi Lin was merely copying his own behavior—the moral pressure tactics Wang Cheng had always used on others.

“Boss, how about you just put it on the tab for now? I’ll pay it together next time I come.”

Wang Cheng probed carefully.

He wanted to go back first and ask Qi Lin whether he had simply forgotten to pay.

44 yuan was not a small amount in 2002.

For Wang Cheng, a third-year high school student from an ordinary family, it was a lot of money.

“Sorry, this is a small business. No credit allowed. If you don’t want to pay, I’ll go with you to your school and have a talk with your teacher.”

Hearing that the boy might try to avoid paying, the shop owner’s expression immediately turned unpleasant.

“Boss, don’t get angry. I’ll pay.”

When he heard the owner mention going to the school, Wang Cheng panicked.

Students in that era feared teachers the most—especially someone like Wang Cheng, who had good grades and hoped to change his fate through education.

He definitely didn’t want his graduation record to say that he once owed money to a breakfast shop owner and was dragged to school over it.

When using someone else’s money to show generosity, Wang Cheng had always been extremely generous.

But when it came to paying himself, Wang Cheng looked at the bottle of Jianjiao in his best friend’s hand with a pained expression.

That bottle was something he himself had asked his friend to take.

You had to know—Jianjiao cost 4 yuan per bottle. He normally couldn’t bear to buy it.

“Wang Cheng, how about… how about I just put this Jianjiao back? After all, you don’t really have much money.”

His friend noticed Wang Cheng’s reluctance and suggested hesitantly.

Wang Cheng never expected that one day he himself would be morally pressured by someone else.

“Who said I don’t have money? You’re my best friend—do you think I can’t even treat you to a bottle of Jianjiao?”

Wang Cheng gritted his teeth and directly handed a 50-yuan bill to the shop owner.

That money was something he had saved up from doing part-time work on weekends for more than two months. Yet he never expected it would all be spent in just one morning.

“Damn it, Qi Lin. Screw you!”

Looking at the 5 yuan and 1 yuan he got back in change, Wang Cheng felt like his heart was bleeding as he cursed Qi Lin in his mind.

…

“Qi Lin, hand in your homework.”

Just as Qi Lin sat down, a clear and pleasant voice like the ringing of silver bells sounded beside his ear.

When he raised his head, he saw a face that was delicate and beautiful—refined features, fair skin, and a stunning elegance that could be charming whether angry or smiling.

However, the owner of this beautiful face did not look at Qi Lin very kindly.

There was a hint of contempt, a trace of disgust—she clearly disliked this rich second-generation student who had transferred into Huashi No.1 High School through connections.

“Homework? I seem to have forgotten what homework was assigned yesterday.”

“Class monitor, could you let me copy yours for a bit?”

Qi Lin had just been reborn, and he had long forgotten things from more than ten years ago—let alone homework.

His gaze roamed frivolously toward the fair skin visible at Lan Yuxi’s collar, and he reached out with one hand toward the homework she was holding.

“Qi Lin, please watch your behavior!”

Already disliking him, Lan Yuxi’s pretty face instantly turned cold as she stepped back.

“This is the best key high school in Chu Province. No student here copies homework. Not only did you not do your homework, now you want to copy others’ work.”

“Qi Lin, I despise you. Do you understand?”

After making sure Qi Lin couldn’t reach her, Lan Yuxi launched into a wave of moral criticism.

Facing her accusations, a trace of disdain flashed through Qi Lin’s dark eyes.

On the surface, this righteous class monitor seemed upright and noble.

But soon she would secretly copy exam answers and cheat.

The irony could not be greater.

“There wasn’t anyone before, but now there is.”

“And being despised by the class monitor… somehow I feel quite honored.”

Qi Lin’s tone was lazy and casual, completely unaffected by Lan Yuxi’s criticism.

“You’re simply hopeless.”

“I’m going to the office to tell the teacher right now.”

Lan Yuxi glared at Qi Lin with her beautiful eyes, unwilling to waste another word on him.

After organizing the homework she had collected, her graceful and elegant figure walked toward the teachers’ office.

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