Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 311 The Most Expensive Meal

Song Huan left the administration building and walked across most of the campus back to her dormitory.

He pushed open the door, took off his hoodie and threw it on the back of the chair, then collapsed onto the bed.

The fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling were humming.

These past few days I've been working like a slave at Chen Xiuyuan's place, picking up trash, cleaning windows, fixing locks, repairing computers, and taking care of the kids. I'm really exhausted.

Whether this matter can be accomplished or not depends on whether Xiao Le can pull it off.

He closed his eyes and went through the morning's scene in his mind again.

The USB drive was in Xiao Le's hands, and the words were spoken by Xiao Le. Even if Chen Xiuyuan had suspicions, he wouldn't suspect a five-year-old girl.

As for Zhou Qing swearing, that's true, and we're not afraid of being investigated.

The door opened.

Zhang Yang, Liu Yu, and Shen Yan returned from the cafeteria.

Zhang Yang, clutching a piece of paper, pushed open the door and shouted, "Song Huan! Look what this is!"

He slammed the paper onto Song Huan's desk.

Song Huan opened one eye and glanced at it.

He's the guy who recruits computer talent.

The notice, written in black and white, stated, "Campus startup team is recruiting technical talent with excellent benefits," followed by his contact information.

It was posted on the school bulletin board, but someone tore one of the notices down.

Zhang Yang stood beside his bed, looking shocked. "You started a business? You started a business in your freshman year of college?"

Liu Yu also came over, pushed up his glasses, and said, "We've only ever heard of juniors and seniors starting businesses, never freshmen. Song Huan, I didn't realize you were so ambitious."

Shen Yan leaned against the door frame without saying a word, but his gaze fell on Song Huan with a hint of surprise.

Song Huan sat up in bed.

He looked at the three faces in front of him.

Zhang Yang's shock was tinged with curiosity, Liu Yu's admiration was tinged with a hint of caution, and Shen Yan remained as calm and collected as ever, but there was something more in his eyes.

He picked up the GG card, folded it, and stuffed it into the drawer. "It's nothing, just a small project I did with a few senior students, and I was the errand boy."

Zhang Yang didn't believe it. "Could a delivery person print 'GG' on their ID? Could they leave their contact information?"

Song Huan smiled and said, "Then I'm the kind of person who does errands in a more sophisticated way."

Zhang Yang was about to ask more questions when Liu Yu pulled him back.

Song Huan changed the subject.

"What did you guys eat in the cafeteria just now?"

Zhang Yang's attention was indeed diverted. "Don't even mention it. The braised pork in the cafeteria today was all fatty. I got a serving, ate two bites, and then collapsed."

Liu Yu said, "Who told you to go so late? Go earlier tomorrow."

The three of them sat back down in front of their computers.

Zhang Yang turned on his computer, logged into Counter-Strike, and put on his headphones.

Liu Yu opened his notebook and began doing his homework.

Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and flipped through a textbook for his major.

Zhang Yang suddenly turned to look at Liu Yu. "Liu Yu, what are your plans for university?"

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses, thought seriously for a moment, and said, "Study hard and improve your GPA. Get more certifications, like the Computer Proficiency Test and the English CET-6. It would be best to learn a second foreign language as well."

He paused for a moment, then said, "After graduation, I'll join a top 500 company in China."

Shen Yan looked up from his book, smiled, and said, "Alright, I'll ask my dad to save you a good job later."

Zhang Yang's lips twitched, and Liu Yu's glasses almost slipped off.

Song Huan was also taken aback.

Goodness, he really is a rich kid from Shanghai; his dad's company is one of the top 500 companies in China.

Shen Yan is usually unassuming; he wears clothes of unknown brand and uses a non-new model phone, but the composure that emanates from his very being is something that cannot be cultivated in an ordinary family.

After recovering, Liu Yu asked Zhang Yang again.

"And what about you? What are your plans?"

Zhang Yang thought for a moment, "I heard there's an esports club outside the school called Little Cloud Esports, where you can earn money playing games. I'm planning to go and audition for it. With my CS skills, I should be able to get into a team, right?"

He turned to look at Song Huan. "Song Huan, have you heard of her?"

Song Huan smiled slightly, "I've heard of it."

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. "How about it? Isn't that awesome?"

"It's alright."

Zhang Yang curled his lip.

"You always knew it was alright."

Song Huan didn't say anything more.

Xiaoyunduo Esports is his own business, and he doesn't plan to let his roommates know about it for the time being.

It's not that I don't trust them.

As someone who's been through it all, he knows that people are prone to jealousy.

Zhang Yang, Liu Yu, and Shen Yan might be able to pat him on the shoulder and say, "It's okay, try again next time," when he fails.

But whether he can maintain his original mindset after he succeeds is hard to say.

Keep your wealth hidden and quietly accumulate it – this is the lesson he learned from countless experiences in his past life.

He got out of bed, put on his coat, and prepared to go downstairs to the cafeteria for a quick bite.

The phone rang.

The screen displayed two words: Lin Yue.

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

I've been busy with Chen Xiuyuan's affairs these past few days, so I haven't been to class and haven't seen Lin Yue in a long time.

He answered the phone.

"Class monitor!"

Lin Yue's voice came through the receiver, crisp and bright, with that familiar, always energetic tone.

Are you free tonight?

Song Huan thought for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"I'll treat you to dinner!" Her voice rose slightly. "I just got paid! Both the bubble tea shop and the cafeteria wages were paid together, it's a lot of money!"

Song Huan switched the phone to her other hand. "No need, I'll just grab something to eat at the cafeteria."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then the voice suddenly changed.

It's not that energetic tune anymore; it's something else entirely—soft, with a touch of coquetry and a hint of tentative, cautious exploration.

Please!

Song Huan held her phone.

I could hear her breathing through the receiver, softly. I waited.

He was silent for two seconds.

"Okay, what time?"

"6:30! Wait for me downstairs at the girls' dormitory!" Her voice rose again, like a balloon being inflated anew.

"No lateness allowed!"

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Yang stretched his neck out very long, and his ears stood up like antennas.

Liu Yu and Shen Yan also looked over.

Song Huan looked at the three of them and wanted to tease them.

He put his phone back in his pocket, deliberately took out his wallet from the drawer, pulled out his ID card, and waved it in his hand.

"I'm leaving. I probably won't be back tonight."

Zhang Yang stared at the ID card, his mouth agape.

Liu Yu pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with "Why should I?"

Song Huan smiled, pushed open the door, and went out.

As the door closed, Zhang Yang's voice, though low, was barely audible: "Which woman did he go out with again? That one from Dongda University? Or Lin Yue?"

Liu Yu's voice said, "It might be Lin Yue; her voice sounds a bit like hers on the phone just now."

Shen Yan's voice was slow and deliberate: "Why do you all care so much? It's not like it's you."

Zhang Yang and Liu Yu both fell silent.

……

Song Huan stood downstairs at the girls' dormitory, leaning against a lamppost and waiting.

It was already cool in the October evening.

Most of the sycamore leaves have turned yellow, and a few fall with each gust of wind, swirling on the ground.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the entrance to the dormitory building.

The door opened, and Lin Yue ran out.

Today she wore a light blue knitted cardigan over a white collared shirt, and a dark pleated skirt that reached above her knees.

Her hair was down, draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled.

She wore makeup, including foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blush, and lip gloss—everything was there.

She applied her makeup very carefully, but it couldn't hide the quality of the cosmetics themselves.

The foundation color is a bit off; it's too white and there's a slight color difference between it and my neck.

The eyeshadow powder isn't very fine; you can see tiny particles under the light.

The lipstick was an affordable drugstore color, but because of the beautiful shape of her lips, it looked several times more expensive.

She stood under the streetlight, like a flower grown in ordinary soil, yet blooming more beautifully than anyone else.

She knew he didn't have much money to buy expensive cosmetics; they were mostly the kind that cost a few dollars or tens of dollars.

But these cheap cosmetics, when used on her face, created an effect that looked like it cost thousands or even tens of thousands.

She skipped over and grabbed his sleeve.

"Let's go! I'll treat you to a big meal today!"

Song Huan smiled and was about to take a step when she heard her inner thoughts.

[Three hundred and fifty thousand; he didn't even tell me.]

I owe him so much. Since junior high, he fought for me and got hit on the back with a stick. Later, he put 1,000 yuan on my meal card, and now it's 350,000 yuan. I don't know how to pay him back...

The little money I earn each month from my part-time job isn't even enough to cover the interest. But I want to treat him to a meal—the best meal I can afford! Even if it costs me a whole month's salary.

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

Damn it, didn't I tell the nurse that it was a "donation from a kind person"?

How did I get exposed again?

He remained silent, while Lin Yue pulled him along, walking ahead with light steps, still talking to him.

"Let me tell you, that restaurant is incredibly delicious. I've been asking around for ages, and all the senior students at my school go there on dates. They say it's the best Western restaurant in Xinjiekou."

Her fingers gripped his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Song Huan was pulled by her as they walked out of the school gate, hailed a taxi, and Lin Yue gave them the address.

The car started moving.

The streetlights outside the window receded one by one.

She leaned against the window, looking out.

She was still chattering away about how famous that restaurant's steak was and how many kinds of desserts they had...

They also said that the window seats offer a view of the entire Xinjiekou night scene.