He nodded and handed the basket in his right hand to Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou took it, and suddenly a small head popped out of the basket, furry like a towel.
"Wow, what a beautiful dog. Does Young Master Yan own it?" Xiao Zhou asked with a smile.
He walked casually, giving instructions as he went: "It's been constipated these past few days, don't feed it meat."
The puppy whimpered and scratched at the basket with its little hooves, its eyes filled with tears.
He turned around, his slender index finger gently scratching the puppy's chin, a half-smile on his face—"I'm not your mother, this trick won't work on me."
Xiao Zhou flattered, "This dog is really intelligent and perceptive. It must have cost a lot of money to buy it, right?"
"I found it at the market, it's free."
Xiao Zhou's face stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Young Master Yan really loves to joke. This dog looks very valuable."
Yan hope spoke calmly, "Xiao Zhou, are you planning to switch to male escort services?"
Xiao Zhou's smile faltered – "Young Master Yan, I'm too ugly for that."
Cutting Diamond regularly selects a group of money boys, usually young men who are driven by poverty and have good looks. After training, they are used to satisfy the curiosity of wealthy men who want to try new things.
Yan hope said sarcastically, "You're so eloquent and know how to please customers. Should I recommend you to your boss?"
Xiao Zhou fell silent.
Yan hope took the elevator to the VIP area on the seventh floor. He gripped the metal handle and pushed open the door. He saw a huge room with four people sitting around the edges, frantically drawing and throwing cards. Yan Xi was speechless and turned to leave.
Xin Dayi peeked out—"Hey, beautiful lady, where are you going?"
Sun Peng laughed and picked up the tiles—"Come back, come back. I didn't mean for you to play mahjong."
Chen Juan wiped the tiles and threw one out—"Young Master Yan, you should learn to play mahjong. You're asking for trouble."
Lu Liu looked up and smiled as well—"He can't even recognize all the cards, how can he learn?"
Yan hope walked over, her eyes wide—"How come I don't recognize the cards?"
Lu Liu was easygoing, his slender fingers pinching the sparrow-shaped square card, and tapping it on the table—"What's this?"
Yan hope was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Damn it, isn't this... a little bird?! Lu Liu, you're insulting my IQ!"
Three out of the four people sitting around the table burst out laughing.
Sigh, kid, although it looks like a bird and is indeed a bird, it's not called a bird, it's called a bird.
Sun Peng: Haha, Yan Meiren, come here to your brother, you're so cute, I'll teach you.
Yan hope = = — "You guys continue, pretend I was never here."
He lifted his foot, turned around, and was about to leave.
Lu Liu grabbed him and pressed him down onto a chair. His eyes sparkled with excitement. Was it really necessary? It was just a little joke between brothers.
Yan hope waved his hand, "Alright, alright, it's just you guys. Get to the point. I'm exhausted from making this show, all I want to do right now is sleep."
Xin Dayi wondered, "Yan hope, are you that short of money? Guys, even Lu Liu isn't as busy as you, one minute you're a radio DJ, the next you're walking the runway."
Yan hope raised an eyebrow. "Money talks, right?"
Mary curled her lips. "That's not the point. The key is that you, Young Master Yan, aren't you the one who hates crowded places the most?"
Sun Peng cupped his hands in a pyramid shape, his handsome face revealing a hint of wickedness in his smile as he looked at him ambiguously.
By the way, Yan hope, wasn't that handsome stranger who walked out of Chu Yun's house a couple of days ago? The newspaper said his figure resembled DJ YAN.
Yan hope said indifferently, "You guys are all too idle. Are you just bored and have nothing better to do?"
Xin Dayi scratched his head. "Chu Yun, who is that?"
Chen Juan threw grapes at him, thinking, "You're so stupid! Even Chu Yun doesn't know. That top-tier female anchor, according to an online survey, is the woman men in City B most want."
Xin Dayi suddenly realized, "Oh, the 36D one, I remember now."
Chen Juan directly smashed the mahjong tiles.
Xin Dayi was furious. "Damn it, you transvestite, are you out of your mind?"
Lu Liu looked up and asked Yan hope, "You didn't develop real feelings, did you?"
Yan hope sneered, "Even if I develop real feelings, it's nothing, right?"
Lu Liu smiled faintly. It wasn't a big deal, but if the reporters kept pestering him, they might even reveal all about his wealth. You know better than I what kind of woman Chu Yun is.
Yan hope was annoyed and before he could speak, his phone rang. The ringtone was Sunmin's "The Rose," which was very catchy and pleasant to listen to, but it was completely out of place with the atmosphere of their conversation and seemed ridiculous.
Yan hope went outside to answer the phone.
When he returned, his expression wasn't good. He glanced at Lu Liu with his big eyes, a forced smile on his face—"What do you mean?"
Lu Liu picked up the glass of red wine on the table, swirled it, and asked him casually, "What?"
"How come I'm being chosen as a model for Lu's Autumn Fashion Show?" Yan hope asked impatiently.
Lu Liu smiled faintly, his face expressionless. "Yesterday I shortlisted eight people, but none of them really fit the image. Someone from the board of directors suggested that DJ YAN would be good and told me to think about it."
Sun Peng pondered for a moment – “Elegance, sharp edges, arrogance, and allure – it covers all four themes of the proposal, which is quite good.”
Immediately, her peach blossom eyes smiled, she lowered her head to sip her red wine, then looked up again—"Yan hope, why not give it a try?"
Lu Liu poured the new wine into goblets and distributed them to everyone. He then picked up his goblet and clinked it lightly with each person's. His lips were expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of amusement. When it came to Yan hope, he said calmly, "I'll drink to that. You can drink as you please."
Yan hope raised an eyebrow, tilted his head back, and gulped down the red liquid that flowed down his slightly red lips into his throat. His fair neck was contrasted sharply with the bright red liquid, making it somewhat jarring.
Lu Liu gazed at him, his eyes becoming deep and profound, like the gentle ripples of an ancient well, instantly captivating.
Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Class monitor Li Xiaopang said in a friendly tone, "Wen Heng has regressed in this exam, which is truly commendable. Let's all applaud."
A thunderous applause erupted.
This kid is amazing. In just one year, he went from first in the grade to seventieth. This is something that most people in my medical school can't do.
Wow, that speed, that efficiency, it's almost on par with Shenzhou-3.
Hehe, with Aheng by my side, I think I can tolerate dropping twenty places this time.
The crowd fanned themselves and shaded their eyes with their hands, pretending to watch the play from behind a wall.
Temperature balance = =.
Little Fatty stood on the podium, grinning maliciously with a smile on his face. "Kid, do you remember how our college divided classes?"
Wen Heng replied – grades.
Little Fatty asked again—which class are we in?
Answer again—Class One.
Little Fatty grinned, his small eyes narrowing into slits as he laughed—"The results came out today. In Director Zhao's office, all those brats from classes two, three, four, five, and six praised me. I've turned a perfectly good first-place student into someone who's seventy years old. It's all thanks to my character and hard work. Most people wouldn't do something like this."
Nodding is not easy.
Little Fatty covered his face—Damn, you're so depraved, shameless, ugly, and cruel, I can't bear to look at you anymore.
Ah Heng = =—— It's all thanks to the class monitor's excellent teaching.
Little Fatty was in tears—I've always been trying to teach you how to bully baby bacteria and get pleasure from cutting human flesh fibers, when did I ever teach you this?
Everyone spat.
Li Xiaopang, you're shameless.
Li Xiaopang, you're shameless.
Li Xiaopang, you are absolutely shameless.
Li Xiaopang picked his ear, pretending not to hear—Alright, alright, this class meeting is over. Those who didn't do well on the test, hold your heads and sing the national anthem. Those who did well, we'll talk about it next time if they don't do well. Focus on observing Wen Heng, and supervise and reprimand him if necessary. Next time you see him smirking in the street, malls, KEC, MC, etc., drag him back and give him a good beating.
Ah Heng said, "Little Fatty, you can't be like this. You don't know how hard it is to have no food or clothes. How many children across Asia are struggling on the brink of starvation? I work to support myself." (Class monitor TOT)
Little Fatty tugs at the child's braid—"Sell your husband, Senior Gu is worth a lot of money."
Ah Heng remained calm and shook her head—No, McDull said he would never betray his own chicken, so I can't betray my own people either.
People at the door were laughing and clapping.
Ah Heng turned his head and saw a group of people in white coats, a bunch of old peacocks from the fifth grade.
The term "old peacock" refers to men who, despite being past marriageable age, still live alone with younger female classmates and exude a flirtatious air.
"Aheng, I should learn this from Feibai and let him hear it." The speaker was Xue Zheng, Gu Feibai's good friend.
Gu Feibai was her fiancé, chosen by her father and the patriarch of the Gu family.
The two had a so-so relationship. It was better than constantly threatening to break up, but not as bad as constantly hugging and kissing in front of the dormitory. They were considered honest and well-behaved. However, because Gu Feibai always had a blank expression, their way of getting along inevitably made outsiders suspect that the woman was too proactive.
"Antarctica didn't melt in a day, junior sister, please accept my condolences." Just then, someone chuckled mischievously.
"The revolution is not yet successful, sister-in-law, keep up the good work!" another person chimed in.
Ah Heng convulsed—"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother."
Xue Zheng slapped his forehead—"Oh, right, Aheng, Fei Bai is following up with Professor Zhang in the lab today, and he won't finish until about 10 p.m. He asked me to tell you that he can't have dinner with you tonight."
Ah Heng chuckled – “Okay, I got it.”
She works at 7 p.m., so she doesn't really have much time to see Gu Feibai. However, the two of them are used to having dinner together, and they always let each other know when they don't see each other, which is a kind of tacit understanding between lovers.
I work at a bakery at night. It's an ordinary little shop with ordinary decor and ordinary taste. Occasionally, the kitchen will even bring out cakes that have gone bad, so the only good thing is the taste.
It costs 7.5 yuan per hour.
That means I can earn 22.5 yuan from 7 pm to 10 pm. That's enough to keep me from starving for about three days.
Dad said, "Aheng, be a good doctor."
Then, if there is no source of income, and the first year was barely enough to survive on scholarships, and this year there is definitely no scholarship left but the person still wants to become a doctor, well, the situation is basically not optimistic.
To get a scholarship, you have to study hard. To study hard, you need plenty of time. But if you're afraid of starving, you have to sell your time. But if you don't have time, you won't study well. If you don't study well, it's basically a pipe dream to get a scholarship at Z University, where there are more talented people than flies.
Thus, the vicious cycle led to today's criticism and struggle sessions.