Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 275 Pretending to be Bu Zaiyi
Lin Zhenshan felt like he was about to get pregnant from anger.

He was even a little envious of Wang Bo and Xu Chuan for receiving the "peace apples" without any notes.

He had tucked some apples with his own agenda; two out of the three notes he received were asking for Zeng Wenjie's contact information!
Wang Bo and Xu Chuan instantly felt less upset; at least they hadn't received such a hurtful note.

"Damn it! I want to start my own business too! I want to earn money with my own skills!" Lin Zhenshan wailed.

After a moment, he shook his head. Forget it. As a typical rich kid, what he needs to do is honestly spend the money his parents earned, not start a business.

If they really try to start their own business, they probably won't even be able to become rich kids.

Let's leave the business of starting a business to Cao Feng, whose business talent is obvious but he can't seem to realize it.

Christmas Eve has passed, and Christmas Day falls on a Monday.

After getting up early, Zeng Wenjie picked up the photo frame of himself and Mu Qingyang on the table, gave it a greasy kiss, and then went out to exercise full of energy.

In this kind of weather, the horizontal bar and parallel bars are so cold my hands are freezing!
While he was practicing parallel bar dips, Xue Xiangyao called, and Zeng Wenjie told him the location.

Not long after, a brand-new white Mercedes-Benz G500 pulled up outside the playground, and Xue Xiangyao got out of the driver's seat.

This tall, long-legged girl was dressed in a motorcycle style, and her black leather jacket made her look very cool and stylish, at least five streets ahead of Hu Guohua.

Such a flamboyant entrance naturally drew the attention of many people, who stared at her intently.

"Wow, you really aren't afraid of the cold at all!" Xue Xiangyao exclaimed dramatically as he walked up to Zeng Wenjie.

"I have no choice, it's to maintain my thin muscles." Zeng Wenjie flexed his swollen biceps with a showy gesture, looking pitiful.

Bodyweight training makes it difficult to develop exaggerated muscle mass, especially for someone who is 179cm tall. His arm circumference has been stagnant at 35cm for a while, but that's not bad; he still looks quite muscular.

Xue Xiangyao smiled helplessly, handed over a gift, and said, "This is for you."

Then, she handed over the second item, saying, "This is a gift from Senior Sister Yuan."

Zeng Wenjie politely accepted it and asked, "It's not an apple?"

"Why don't you just open it and see for yourself? You promised us a buyer's show, so you'd better take the photos soon. Bye!" Xue Xiangyao prepared to leave.

Zeng Wenjie stopped her and gave her two beautifully packaged apples.

He received these two "peace apples" yesterday, and after confirming that there were no hidden items inside, he brought them out as a return gift.

It has to be said that he's gone further and further down the path of a capitalist.

After accepting the two "peace apples," Xue Xiangyao turned and left with a flourish, waving goodbye as he opened the car door.

After getting on the bus, she felt that every movement she made from getting off to getting on the bus was clean and efficient, and her words were simple and clear. She was quite satisfied with her performance.

So she turned on her left turn signal, revved the engine, and the car just wouldn't move.

I realized I hadn't engaged gear, so I quickly did and turned right.

"6. Judging from his appearance and demeanor, I thought he was a king, but he turned out to be a bronze-level player, even worse than Xiao Mu." Zeng Wenjie found it very amusing.

Xue Xiangyao's cool and stylish demeanor opened the eyes of the early-rising students at the Fengyuan Academy. They realized that girls could drive a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, and drive it so effortlessly! But this girl driving the G-Class was actually there to deliver Christmas presents…

But when they saw that the recipient of the gift was Zeng Wenjie, they were no longer surprised and were filled with envy.

Zeng Wenjie immediately opened both gifts. Xue Xiangyao gave him a pair of expensive sunglasses, worth several hundred yuan on the market.

Opening the package Yuan Xiuqin gave me, I found a high-capacity memory card for a camera, a small bottle of aloe vera gel, and a note: Apply daily for scar removal! (Y*v*Y)

"They're all pretty good!" Zeng Wenjie happily accepted the three gifts, while he himself had only given away two apples, being rather stingy.

Arriving at the entrance of the second canteen, Zeng Wenjie saw the beautiful Xiao Mu, and his mood improved even more.

"This is my gift!" Mu Qingyang handed over a beautifully wrapped package with both hands.

“I’ll just tear it apart!” Zeng Wenjie said without any politeness after taking it.

"it is good."

Zeng Wenjie carefully unwrapped the gift Mu Qingyang had given him, a stark contrast to his earlier violent opening.

After unwrapping the paper, Zeng Wenjie was stunned. He hadn't expected that Mu Qingyang would give him a chess manual. "Don't you like it?" Mu Qingyang asked cautiously. She liked receiving gifts but wasn't good at giving them. After thinking it over, she came up with the idea of ​​giving him a chess manual.

The idea of ​​giving her a lighter was just a spur-of-the-moment thing; normally, she's more of a straight woman.

Zeng Wenjie accepted it with a smile, saying, "Of course I like it! You're so good at Go! Once I've mastered Go, I'll watch you play every day!"

"Shouldn't you be playing chess with me?" Mu Qingyang was stunned.

The term "hand talk" is quite niche; it took Zeng Wenjie, a half-baked enthusiast, a while to realize its meaning.

Then, he said earnestly, "You look especially good when you're playing Go seriously. I'd rather watch you play."

The most important thing in life is to know your place!

Zeng Wenjie is well aware of his talent in Go, which is similar to that of Changshu Arno in bodybuilding. It's best not to embarrass himself.

Zeng Wenjie felt completely satisfied after enjoying a bowl of fragrant beef noodles with Mu Qingyang at the second canteen, using her meal card instead.

On the way to class, Mu Qingyang walked behind him and poked his hand repeatedly with his finger.

“Just hold his hand!” Zeng Wenjie said.

Then, Mu Qingyang started poking and poking with his other hand.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Qingyang blushed slightly and said, "Could you share some of that jar of whistles from yesterday with me? Mine is almost finished."

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "It was originally intended to be a gift for you, don't worry!"

Mu Qingyang felt that his happiness today had doubled.

When they arrived at the classroom, Chu Qingbai walked in with difficulty carrying a large bag, and said with a smile, "Merry Christmas! I was busy yesterday, so I'm making up for it with apples today!"

Then, she started handing out apples to everyone.

Mu Qingyang accepted it with both hands, and said happily, "Thank you, Little Whitey."

Chu Qingbai said, "You're welcome."

She glanced at Zeng Wenjie, picked up the bag, and walked away to deliver it to the next person.

Zeng Wenjie was stunned. Good heavens, didn't he say on QQ yesterday that he would send him fruit today? What does this mean?
"What about mine?" Zeng Wenjie protested.

“You don’t,” Chu Qingbai said coldly.

Cao Feng nearly went mad with joy upon seeing this.

After distributing the peace apples, Chu Qingbai laughed and said, "Oh, there's only one left. We can't give any more away, so I'll just have to pity you!"

Cao Feng then said, "I'm willing to take one more."

Chu Qingbai ignored him and casually tossed the last "peace apple" towards Zeng Wenjie.

Zeng Wenjie stretched out his hands, but seemed to react too slowly, and the apple fell between his still-open hands.

It was thrown from such a height, and if we couldn't catch it, it would definitely break when it hit the ground...

Chu Qingbai's smile froze.

"Luckily, my Shadowless Kick is pretty good." Zeng Wenjie reached out with a sly grin and grabbed the apple, which was stuck between his thighs and didn't fall to the ground.

"You wretch," Chu Qingbai said with a laugh.

How much of that goodwill is just feigned indifference?
How many gifts are sent to everyone, but are actually intended for just one person?

Zeng Wenjie opened the packaging, took a bite, and said, "It's sweet, thanks!"

Chu Qingbai glared at him and returned to his seat.

(End of this chapter)