Today's Military Training was once again spent slacking off behind Ren Jun's back gate, and with Wang Zheng's morning and afternoon bubble-tea runs, Jiang Cheng could only admit that Military Training was actually pretty sweet.
Sipping iced milk tea while watching his classmates drill on the field, faces flushed and dripping sweat, the sound of their Military Boxing echoing in his ears.
These are the memories of youth!
Not bad at all.
A little after five in the evening, Lin Qingxue sent a message to remind Jiang Cheng.
She was terrified he'd forget her again today.
Jiang Cheng took one look at her message and grinned.
"Jiang Cheng, guess what I'm busy with? Getting ready for our date tonight~~"
After a quick shower he headed to the campus car park, drove to the exit and waited for Lin Qingxue.
A few minutes later a black bmw rolled out of the exit.
The guy in the driver's seat spotted the dazzling supercar parked on the right and instinctively braked to admire it.
He wasn't alone—several passing students also stopped to stare; such supercars were a rare sight on campus.
"That car is insane! Looks like a porsche, and the guy inside is super hot."
"Hot, yeah, but it's so low it must ride like a brick."
"I detect a strong whiff of sour grapes~~"
"..."
Jiang Cheng's sharp ears caught every whisper outside the window.
He kept a blank face while scrolling on his phone.
He'd heard it all so many times since getting the system that he'd gone numb.
Seeing Jiang Cheng sitting there window-down and unbothered, the guy couldn't resist: "Bro, your ride is sick!"
Jiang Cheng glanced over, nodded at the bmw guy. "Yours is nice too."
The compliment lit the guy up.
A dude in a multi-million supercar praising his freshly picked-up bmw—sure, just polite chatter, but it still sent him floating.
"Bro, what department? I'm a sophomore in Finance, vice-president of the Student Union—let's connect!"
Jiang Cheng had been about to turn back to his phone, but that last line made him frown.
Without the brag he might have humored him.
But the self-satisfied way the guy flaunted his Student Union title rubbed him the wrong way.
Just as he was about to brush him off, he saw Lin Qingxue jogging over with a bright smile.
She stopped beside his window, cheeks flushed and breathless. "So tired—how come you're so fast?"
Jiang Cheng's eyes flicked to her heaving chest. "Fast? Careful with that word—haven't tested me yet. Want a trial run?"
Today she wore a cropped pink top, black hot-pants, ultra-thin one-side black hosiery, and chunky white sneakers.
Stylish, youthful, and eye-catching.
She caught the innuendo, stifled a giggle. "Why are boys so touchy about that word? I'm not testing you—didn't you say staying out late could cause bleeding? I'm scared."
Seeing her blush and whisper, Jiang Cheng had to fight the urge to scoop her into his arms and mess up her hair.
No wonder she's the Finance department's campus belle—she always smelled soft and sweet.
After three sentences the bmw guy had already hopped out.
"Qingxue? What are you doing here?"
Her smile vanished; the tone carried unmistakable blame.
"Hao Liang?" She frowned at the black bmw.
"You know him?" Hao Liang pressed, accusatory again.
He glared at Jiang Cheng, all earlier friendliness gone.
"Yeah, so what?"
Seeing her chill, Hao Liang softened. "Qingxue, I bought a car—remember at the Student Union gathering you said this model rides comfy?"
"Congrats, Hao Liang. I'm off to dinner—bye."
She turned toward Jiang Cheng's passenger door.
But Hao Liang blocked her. "Qingxue, is this the supercar guy people say you're chasing?"
Disappointment flooded his eyes.
Passers-by halted at the shrill confrontation, ready for gossip.
"That's Lin Qingxue? So the rumor's true—she's hitched to a Second-generation rich guy? That Handsome Guy?"
"Didn't she swear off dating? Damn, I'm heartbroken."
"Relax, maybe they're just friends."
"Right, Qingxue's no gold-digger…"
Qingxue's gaze turned icy. "Hao Liang, this is none of your business. Move."
"I've chased you forever—how is it not my business?" he demanded, wounded.
"I've turned you down plenty. I just want to focus on earning money—stop bothering me."
"You said no dating, I said I'd wait. Now you're with him—still 'not dating'?" he sneered.
"Why should I explain anything to you?" Mention of Jiang Cheng made her snap.
Her refusal deepened his hurt look.
If he hadn't stopped to gawk at the porsche 918 he'd never have seen his goddess laughing so freely.
Usually she treated him coldly; now she was acting like a simp, pressed to Jiang Cheng's window.
"Just because he drives a porsche you throw yourself at him? All that 'no dating' was just stringing me along?" he raged.
"I've rejected you again and again. Did I ever take a gift or ask a favor? We're nothing—don't act like we're involved," she shot back.
Seeing her fear Jiang Cheng might misunderstand, Hao Liang smirked. "Everyone calls you a gold-digger. Didn't believe it, but you're like every other girl—supercars stop you in your tracks. Rich boys keep harems; he's probably a scumbag."