Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"Your deskmate is pretty good; their grades must be pretty good too, right?"

On the way home, Wang Zhihui asked his niece Wang Min while driving.

"Yes, it's fine."

Wang Min was unsure whether to agree or disagree, but did not voice it.

Tang Yisheng ranked 31st in the monthly exam, which is two levels below students like her who consistently rank within the top 15.

Recently, I've been getting along quite well with Tang Yisheng and Wang Liqiang, and my casual conversations with my uncle have been quite affectionate.

"Uncle, how did you know?"

"Tang Yisheng, right? When he was giving his statement, he wrote down the serial numbers of all 37 banknotes from memory. His colleagues at the station checked them, and they were all correct."

"real?"

Wang Min was taken aback, suddenly recalling the scene in the class when Tang Yisheng secretly looked at the money bill by bill during the class where she lent him the money.

"Your deskmate went to great lengths to prove the money was stolen. He's quite cunning. If you ever have the chance to work together again, you'd better watch out."

"Why? Because my grades are better than his."

"You're sure to outsmart him."

"That's not necessarily true."

Wang Min was unconvinced, but her feelings towards Tang Yisheng were complicated.

He is full of lies.

They're clearly plotting against Duan Xueyou and Cui Rui, but they won't admit it. Humph.

the other side.

Tang Yisheng withdrew 100 yuan from the ATM and took the fat man to eat on Furong Street.

He also longed for mango shaved ice with extra cashews and raisins.

Furong Street is a famous snack street. Whether it's tripe, fried noodles, stinky tofu, or grilled gluten, they are all favorites of teenagers during their student days.

The fact that this place could develop into a popular online shopping street in the future is partly due to the fact that these loyal little customers have grown up.

"Old Tang, that braised pig's trotters from that shop must be delicious."

The fat man stared longingly at Tang Yisheng eating stinky tofu, his craving just like Pigsy licking his cheek as he watched Sun Wukong eat ginseng fruit.

For a chubby person, a small portion of stinky tofu is enough to be eaten in just over three minutes, one bite at a time.

Tang Yisheng ate slowly and deliberately, and there was still a little bit left uneaten.

The fat man, whose mouth was idle, started to protest again.

Why?

"Their pig's trotters are supplied by my family. Would you like to try some?"

"Alright, that's enough after we finish eating. Let's all go home and find our own mothers."

"No, wait, I'm not kidding, it's really delicious. How about we buy one and break it in half?"

Tang Yisheng was about to refuse when he caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from a nearby alley, and immediately changed his mind.

"Okay, you wait here, I'll go buy it."

"I'll go with you."

"Never mind then, it doesn't matter if I don't buy it."

"Okay, okay, you go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things for you..."

The fat man quickly plopped down.

Tang Yisheng strode out of the shop and met Zhang Lei, who was pushing her bicycle.

"You're here to eat too?"

"No, no, I came to look at the house."

Zhang Lei was surprised, glanced at Tang Yisheng a few more times, and hesitated to speak.

At this moment, Tang Yisheng was in a bad state, with a bruised and swollen face.

"Hey, were you the ones who got into a fight at the Lishan Theater at noon?"

"Yeah, Cui Rui is helping Duan Xueyou find people to ambush us. Sigh, the ancients were right, beautiful women are a source of trouble."

Tang Yisheng was no longer shy and reserved around Zhang Lei. He was frank and relaxed, even jokingly saying, "Actually, we don't have any conflicts, right? We've been classmates since junior high."

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know it would turn out like this..."

"Are you really dating Jacky Duan?"

"No, no way! How could that be?"

Zhang Lei retorted as if avoiding a plague, nearly losing control of her emotions.

I don't know if it's because she particularly dislikes Duan Xueyou, or because she's afraid that Tang Yisheng will have no regrets.

"I think so too. How could someone like Duan Xueyou be worthy of you? I thought you were just good at studying but had bad taste."

"Tang Yisheng, why didn't I realize you were such a chatterbox before?"

At some point, Jiang Ruoxi appeared behind Tang Yisheng.

"Wow, that startled me! Isn't this the little singer from 'Falling in Love with Not Going Home'?"

"cut."

Jiang Ruoxi raised her chin high.

Although she didn't win the singing competition, Jiang Ruoxi was quite proud that her classmates saw her singing and remembered her.

What kind of houses are you looking at?

Tang Yisheng immediately stopped flirting when he saw that Zhang Lei had a little firecracker by her side, who was like a third wheel.

The timing is not right; excessive flirting may seem frivolous and could easily backfire, leaving a bad impression.

Why not change the subject to a more serious one? We can always find a suitable opportunity to get to know each other better.

"Ruoxi came with me. My family rents a storefront over there, and we're looking for a place to stay nearby..."

"Are you moving your shop to Furong Street? I remember it's a ramen shop, right?"

"Yes, and mala tang too."

"Have you found the place?"

"No, I'm looking at it now."

"Let's go quickly, Tang Yisheng. You go do what you need to do. We still need to continue looking for a house."

Jiang Ruoxi disliked the question-and-answer style of conversation between Tang Yisheng and Zhang Lei.

They were eager to interfere and interrupt immediately.

If Jiang Ruoxi had to choose between Duan Xueyou and Tang Yisheng, she would prefer Duan Xueyou and Zhang Lei to be a couple.

As for Tang Yisheng...

It's best not to date. You're a high school student, and even if you do date, it shouldn't be your best friend Zhang Lei.

The meaning of being good sisters is to avoid upsetting each other and to fully consider each other's feelings.

"Don't rush, what kind of house are you looking for? What are your criteria?"

Tang Yisheng's heart stirred, and he continued to press for answers.

"What are you doing? Do you know anyone who rents out apartments?"

Jiang Ruoxi stepped forward and blocked Zhang Lei and Tang Yisheng.

Ever since the two of them had their car accident, Jiang Ruoxi felt that something was off.

Especially at breakfast, the two would glance at each other from time to time, and Jiang Ruoxi didn't even need to add vinegar when eating wontons.

I'm really tired.

Whenever Tang Yisheng was around, she had to be on high alert, constantly on guard, for fear that Zhang Lei might be abducted.

"I used to live here, in Yongquan Hutong behind it. There should still be a few rooms available."

When Tang Yisheng's biological parents first arrived in the provincial capital, they used the money from buying out their years of service at the winery to purchase part of the courtyard at No. 7, Beiyongquan Hutong, Furong Street.

"No. 7 Yongquan Hutong? Is it behind the Confucius Temple?"

Zhang Lei asked eagerly, "Is it the courtyard that sells sweet porridge and fried dough twists?"

Jiang Ruoxi wanted to speak, but didn't know how to intervene.

The two of them went in and looked around, and also asked about the shop.

They just didn't know how to contact the landlord. The elderly couple at the shop seemed to have some ulterior motives, and no matter what Zhang Lei and Jiang Ruoxi said, they wouldn't provide the landlord's contact number.

"Yes, go in and turn right. The north room and the east wing are both empty."

Tang Yisheng's courtyard is very tidy.

It started as half a courtyard, but later a wall was built and two west wing rooms were added, making it the small courtyard house it is today.

The elderly couple who sold fried dough twists and sweet porridge rented the west wing and south room of the courtyard, where they lived and ran their business.

"Oh, it really is your house."

Zhang Lei smiled, her eyes crinkling, as if she had guessed it beforehand.

Jiang Ruoxi turned her head away and quietly rolled her eyes quickly.

Who is this person?!

That's fine!

Why can't we stop them?

I'm so angry!