Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Grade 5 () class.

Let's go back two hours.

In order to live up to his older sister's expectations, Lu Mingshi set his sights on Cheng Ji, a wealthy gorilla, as his sugar daddy.

I heard that their family owns a factory and has a net worth of several hundred million. They are usually very generous and often treat their classmates to food.

Hehehe, just right, what we need is a young master who doesn't treat money like money.

So after Chinese class, he stopped Cheng Ji, who was going to the restroom with two younger brothers, at the back door of the classroom.

"what?"

Cheng Ji stared at him cautiously.

The moment he raised his hand, he was so frightened that he took several steps back.

I'm afraid that this unhygienic blond guy will get earwax on him again.

"What are you scared of? I didn't do anything indescribable to you."

Lu Ming simply raised his hand and adjusted his bangs.

No ambition.

Look how terrified he is.

Cheng Ji kept a safe distance from him.

"Just say what you have to say, don't get too close to me, I don't know you well."

"Want to make a bet?"

Lu Ming didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

"If I lose, I'll give you back the five hundred dollars."

Cheng Ji first gave him a thorough once-over.

I don't believe him at all.

"You're really that kind?"

Last time, he almost got himself killed in class because of this blond guy trying to scrape together 500 yuan in cash. And now he's here?

"Wrapped."

Lu Ming patted his chest and said smugly, "I've always been a kind and good person, a first-class good citizen, and I might even become a model student in the future."

Cheng Ji rolled his eyes.

Even if it were his turn to clean the toilets, he wouldn't be considered a model student.

However, he is still interested in making bets.

It's not that I want to get the 500 yuan back, it's that I want to save face.

He, Cheng Ji, the little tyrant of Class 5, actually lost to a blond kid who just transferred to the school, ha!

"What kind of bet do you want to make?"

"It's very simple."

Lu Ming pointed at Ying Sangrou and said coolly, "Like last time, if you can get Ying to say a sentence that's more than five words long, you win and I'll give you back your five hundred yuan. If you lose..."

He chuckled to himself.

He lost, and his goal was achieved.

"What if we lose?"

The skinny guy and the fat guy asked anxiously on behalf of their boss.

Lu Ming shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's simple. I don't want your money. Just treat the whole class to sausages at the sausage stand near the school gate after school."

The skinny guy exclaimed, "Boss, he doesn't want your money. This bet seems pretty worthwhile."

Fatty nodded, "That's right, boss, let's go! Don't hesitate, with your charm, Ying will definitely give you face."

Skinny guy: "Besides, treating the whole class to grilled sausages is only a small price. Even if we eat until we're stuffed, it won't cost more than a few hundred dollars."

"..."

The two of them talked back and forth, making Cheng Ji eager to join in.

It seems they weren't wrong.

Winning would save face.

Even if you lose, it's just a matter of eating some grilled sausages. It's no big deal.

He glanced at the blond-haired guy again.

When the deer cried out, it wisely retreated to advance, saying, "Let's not even think about it."

He turned and walked away, sighing and using reverse psychology as he went, "Sigh, so the leader of Class 5 is nothing special after all. He can't even take a bet. I think he'll have to step down sooner or later..."

Who could tolerate such words?

Cheng Ji gritted his teeth, not tolerating him speaking of himself like that.

So he strode forward and grabbed him.

"I never said I wouldn't bet, why are you walking so fast?"

Lu Ming smiled at him, "So that means you agree?"

"Heh, it's just a sentence. With my charm, Cheng Ji, who am I afraid of?"

Cheng Ji fiddled with his short, choppy hair, looking arrogant. "Watch closely, I'm going to show you my charm as the leader of Class 5."

Then, he straightened his back and walked towards Ying Sangrou under Lu Mingshi's gaze.

That gorilla is really stupid; he fell for his tricks after just a few words from him.

When the deer called out, he put his hands in his pockets and slowly swayed over.

"Hey, the gorilla's coming."

Jiang Shishi watched Cheng Ji walk over and nudged her deskmate Ying Sangrou with her elbow, "He looks like he's up to no good again."

After Lu Mingshi started calling it "Gorilla," the whole class started calling it that too.

Honestly, he's quite apt.

He's tall and strong, really like a gorilla.

Ying Sangrou glanced at her sideways with a puzzled look.

Cheng Ji suddenly stopped at the side of the aisle beside her.

Seeing this, Jiang Shishi stood up from her seat. "What do you want, Mr. Cheng?"

"Stop nagging if it's none of your business."

Cheng Ji waved his hand, telling her to mind her own business.

Immediately afterwards, he stared intently at Ying Sangrou in front of him, and raised his rough voice.

"Ying, I have something I want to say to you."

He then imitated the opening lines from the poem "The Deer's Cry".

Ying Sangrou subconsciously shrank back towards Jiang Shishi, her eyes filled with fear.

He coughed lightly and continued shamelessly, "I received the love letter you wrote to me, and I like you too."

"..."

Quiet.

His words plunged the entire classroom into an eerie silence.

The other students stared at him in disbelief and crowded around.

Even the skinny guy and the fat guy gasped in disbelief.

Their eldest son really dares to talk nonsense.

Write him a love letter?

Should his classmate write him a love letter?

Even if the sky falls, it's impossible.

It's impossible even if the universe is destroyed.

His figure, his eyes, and his expression made Ying Sangrou feel uncomfortable, and she hurriedly hid behind Jiang Shishi.

Jiang Shishi has always been very protective of her.

She was furious when she heard Cheng Ji's words.

"Hey Cheng, what nonsense are you spouting? How could Sang Rou possibly write you a love letter? She's not blind."

Other students echoed the complaints.

"that is."

"She's a real princess, and you're a fake prince."

"Are you good enough for her? Bah!"

"Returning love letters? That's not how you do daydreams."

"Gorilla, you should think about your own abilities first."

"..."

"..."

The complaints came like a tidal wave.

Cheng Jiwei's face turned slightly red from what he said, and seeing that the situation was getting worse, he quickly explained.

"I was just making things up. I was just betting with Huang Mao and trying to coax Ying into talking. It's not true."

"If I lose, I'll treat the whole class to grilled sausages. If I win, the blond guy will give me five hundred dollars. That's all."

He looked at Ying Sangrou behind Jiang Shishi and apologized gently, "I'm sorry, Ying, I didn't mean to."

This elicited another round of "Oh ho!" from the entire class.

"So you've lost now?"

"Isn't it obvious? Ying didn't even give him a second glance."

"Yay, I get to eat grilled sausages after school!"

"..."

No, why are all these classmates gloating?

Can't we just hope he gets better?

Cheng Ji was so angry that his heart and liver ached.

Ying Sangrou looked at Lu Ming behind Cheng Ji with questioning eyes.

He shrugged and grinned at her, showing off his big white teeth.

Therefore, Cheng lost the bet.

He wants to treat the whole class to grilled sausages.