Jiang Cheng: "@Wang Zheng, what are we betting?"
Qi Yuan: "@Wang Congcong, get lost."
Wang Zheng: "Do I look like someone who talks nonsense?"
Wang Zheng: "Here's the deal, Old Jiang, aren't you in Military Training? If this Girl is better than last night's, I'll bring you drinks every single day of your training. I won't even set up my water stall—every bottle in my car is yours."
Qin Fen: "@Wang Zheng, I'd advise against overconfidence; when have you ever won a bet?"
Jiang Cheng had already checked the stats, so of course he wasn't worried.
Jiang Cheng: "Sure, I was just complaining that buying water at the campus canteen is a pain. Our Military Training lasts fifteen days—think it through, you'll be my delivery boy."
Wang Zheng: "Forget just you, I'll supply your whole class. But I'm confident—this Girl's different. If she can strike more than five poses for me, I'll start delivering tomorrow. If she can't, then you'll set me a table at taxx, deal?"
Jiang Cheng: "No problem, I'll sit back and wait for the drinks, haha~~~"
The moment Wang Zheng sent that message, he watched the Girl walk out of the bathroom.
She first peeled open a "Human-Civilization Isolation Membrane" and set it aside, then popped a few Extra gum into her mouth.
Smiling sweetly at Wang Zheng, she said, "Bro, I'm clean. Do we start now or…?"
After all, Wang Zheng was paying a hefty price—five thousand yuan was more than two months' living expenses for an ordinary college student.
Watching the Girl move through the routine so skillfully, Wang Zheng's right eyelid twitched.
Based on his years of running water stalls, this… The next morning, Jiang Cheng went to the campus canteen for breakfast with several roommates.
Unlike day one, Wang Jian and the others now left the dorm with bird-nest hair under their army caps.
Jiang Cheng grinned at the trio. "No hair wax today?"
"Wax my foot—it's all sweat, and we'll have to wash the caps tonight."
"Yeah, lucky you bought a washer, bro; otherwise our caps would still be damp."
"It's roasting; looking hot is pointless in this weather."
"…"
After eating, they hurried to the drill ground.
They'd barely reached their class formation when Huang Yiyi bounced over, jogging toward Jiang Cheng.
She'd tied her long hair into a ponytail, leaving only a wisp of bangs; she looked fresh and neat.
"Jiang Cheng, over here!" Huang Yiyi beamed, calling him sweetly.
Ignoring onlookers, she dashed straight at him clutching a bottle of water.
The heat was fierce and she'd sprinted, so her fair, delicate face was flushed pink.
Her red lips parted slightly as she panted softly.
"Jiang Cheng, want some water? I brought it specially for you."
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "Just had soy milk; I can't fit any more."
Huang Yiyi nodded understandingly. "Then I'll hold it for you; when you're thirsty, just ask."
Next, she fished a tube of sunscreen from her shirt pocket.
"Did you put any on? The sun's brutal today—here, dab some or you'll burn."
Saying so, she squeezed some lotion, aiming to smear it on Jiang Cheng's face.
"No need, I hate greasy stuff."
"It's not greasy—let me put on just a bit."
Jiang Cheng tilted his head; with their height difference, even on tiptoe Huang Yiyi couldn't reach his cheeks.
"Classmate Yiyi, since Brother Cheng doesn't need it, I sure do—I love greasy," Wu Kun quipped with a grin.
"Yeah, Cheng's so handsome a tan won't hurt him, but we're different—we need protection," Wang Jian chimed in.
"Fine, help yourselves." Huang Yiyi stuffed the sunscreen into Wu Kun's hand.
She shooed them off to apply it themselves.
"Yiyi, you can't play favorites—we want you to smear it on us personally."
"In your dreams. Quit bothering me."
Huang Yiyi still hovered around Jiang Cheng, hopping a few times while stretching her right hand high, pouting coquettishly. "Let me put some on, pleeease."
Jiang Cheng watched the bouncing Girl with an amused smile.
If an average-looking Girl did this, it would be annoying.
But the one in front of him had big grape-like eyes and was adorable.
Instead of finding it irritating, he found her a bit quirky and cute.
On impulse, Jiang Cheng reached out and gently pinched Huang Yiyi's tender cheek.
Nice—Girls this age really are smooth!
Packed with collagen—so soft!
After the pinch, Jiang Cheng walked straight to his spot.
Huang Yiyi stood dazed, her already pink cheeks flushing even redder once the sensation caught up.
It was the second day of the semester; compared with day one, more Girls now knew Jiang Cheng.
On the first day not everyone had seen the campus-forum post.
But after settling in, most had found the forum URL, registered new accounts, and browsed all kinds of threads.
"That's the super-handsome freshman who drives a super-car, right?"
"Look at Huang Yiyi—such a female simp; she must be after his money."
"Eww, why does that sound sour? You want him too, don't you?"
"He really is hot, and his family's loaded."
"…"
Hearing that, Huang Yiyi spun around and glared. "So what if I'm a female simp? If you've got the guts, go simp yourselves."
To Huang Yiyi, if she liked someone she'd chase without hesitation.
That confidence came from her family background; the Huang family was well-off.
As she put it: when you like something, grab it, or you'll end up waiting for the next crop of younger guys.