Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Wang Min was unaware of Tang Yisheng's wild thoughts. She simply analyzed the situation from the perspective of fairness and justice, concluding that Tang Yisheng was not responsible for the incident between him and Duan Xueyou, which is why she stepped in to help out.

It was also by chance that I heard Tang Yisheng was short of money.

If Wang Min knew what Tang Yisheng was thinking, she would most likely still lend him the money, but she would also definitely take out a compass and poke his elbow hard.

What kind of person is that, always thinking such nonsense?

Wang Min's face flushed, and she gritted her teeth inwardly: she would never slack off before becoming a top lawyer.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Tang Yisheng remained silent for a long time, Wang Min couldn't help but ask.

"No, how much is this?"

"Is 500 yuan enough?"

"If that's not enough, could you give me some more?"

Tang Yisheng had no idea that Wang Min was actually a wealthy young woman during her high school years.

"I still have over 130, at most I can give you another 110, I still need to eat."

"500 is enough, thank you."

A warm feeling welled up in Tang Yisheng's heart.

The saying goes, "Those who follow the right path will find many helpers, while those who stray from it will find few." Before he had even said much, his classmate had already offered him money. He was determined to make this friend in advance.

"By the way, do you know Eileen Chang?"

If he didn't know, Tang Yisheng would consider writing a romance novel to reward Wang Min.

"I don't like reading romance novels at all."

Oh open!

They actually knew that.

While feeling regretful, Tang Yisheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Rather than struggling again in an unknown future, knowing the future is more conducive to Tang Yisheng's plan for a peaceful life.

"So what kind of novels do you like?"

"I like suspense... I don't read novels, I only read books related to learning."

Wang Min turned her head back to stare at the English textbook on the table.

Tang Yisheng pursed his lips.

When he was approaching forty, while waiting outside the courthouse, he still found time to watch Detective Conan and said he didn't like reading novels.

Who was it that dragged me into discussing the plot of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" in the middle of the night?

Keep pretending.

I'm waiting for you to switch to humanities next year.

After two English classes, there is a 15-minute break.

The fat man sneaked over.

Tang Yisheng was dragged and pulled to the storage room at the corner of the stairs.

Inside were cleaning tools from Class 5 and Class 6. With Tang Yisheng's height of 183 cm and the fat man's weight, the two of them squeezed in, making it so cramped that even turning around was difficult.

"What are you doing, hiding so secretively?"

It's very warm today, with the temperature soaring to 38 degrees Celsius.

In a filthy little shack, with a sweaty fat man by his side, Tang Yisheng felt that every breath was a survival challenge, and he was just short of rolling his eyes.

"That's all I have. See if it's enough for you."

The fat man pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, some in small change and some in large bills, several of them peeking out from between his radish-thick fingers, and swaggered at Tang Yisheng.

"Huh, are you not planning to get through this month?"

"This is all the stuff I have. If it doesn't work out, Lao Tang, you can bring your own food, and we can make do for now."

Well, Fatty's idea is to have Tang Yisheng eat at the company cafeteria using meal tickets from home, so he can avoid spending money.

"Who would settle down with a man like you? I like women."

"Damn, Old Tang, you're a pervert! That's what I meant!"

"Alright, whatever it means, from now on you'll live the high life with me."

Tang Yisheng is stubborn but soft-hearted.

The fat guy was able to pull out so much money; he probably even used his New Year's money to cover it.

The three hundred-yuan bills were definitely his most treasured possessions.

"Stop with the fluff, I just want to know, will you still be having shaved ice tonight?"

"Yes, it's essential."

"Then I want the mango flavor."

"Add more cashews, huh? That'll satisfy you."

"Then add some more raisins."

"Get lost."

The small door to the storage room creaked open.

The fat man immediately fell silent.

Shrinking his neck, he sheepishly scurried out through the crack in the door and along the wall.

After taking four or five steps, he lowered his guard and started running.

It ran wild, like a mad dog taking flight.

Without him.

A tall and beautiful woman stood at the door.

Song Junying is Tang Yisheng's half-sister.

Song Junying ignored the fat man, but when he glanced at the money in Tang Yisheng's hand, his brows furrowed again.

"Give."

Song Junying handed over a white envelope.

"So many?"

The envelope was sticking out of its opening and wouldn't close properly; it looked quite full.

Song Junying has been a wealthy person since childhood, and her family must have a lot of wealth. But this is only the late 1990s, and her income is limited to New Year's money and living expenses. How much can a high school girl save?

Moreover, girls who study art spend much more money than students in general arts and sciences, and music majors spend even more than art and sports students.

"Your secret stash is almost empty, isn't it? I might not be able to pay it back."

"Take care of yourself first, resolve this quickly, and don't do these kinds of irresponsible things again."

It has to be said that Song Junying, despite her seemingly aloof demeanor, actually has a rather mature and older sister-like quality.

However, having gone through that experience, Tang Yisheng simply couldn't see her as just an older sister.

Even though he has been reborn, he still can't get over that incident because he hasn't experienced it yet.

Back in the classroom.

Class teacher Sun Yanxin had already been patrolling the classroom early in the morning.

The third period should have been a physical education class.

As expected, the physical education teacher was unwell again and missed class due to illness.

As a math teacher and homeroom teacher, it was my duty to step forward and help my colleague solve her problems.

"We'll have a self-study period this class. Everyone, take out your math exam papers from the monthly test, and we'll go through the questions..."

The homeroom teacher probably thought it over and decided to save face by not blatantly taking up class time.

However, the so-called self-study, which included explaining math problems, was ultimately useless in terms of saving face.

It's better to not have it.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sun Yanxin, who considered himself intelligent, felt that it was fine to talk about the math test during self-study time, especially since he wasn't even standing on the podium, but just walking around the classroom with the test paper, so it didn't count as taking up class time.

When you tell a lie enough, you start to believe it yourself.

This is truly the ultimate form of self-deception.

Tang Yisheng placed his hands on the desk, gathered the three stacks of money, and then, taking advantage of the moment when the homeroom teacher was walking by, glanced down at each bill.

Wang Min, who sat next to Tang Yisheng, stole glances at him several times, observing his appearance, adding a little information and her own imagination.

In Wang Min's eyes, Tang Yisheng at this moment looked at each RMB note as if he were saying goodbye.

A lingering, reluctant farewell.

Sigh, it's heartbreaking to see.

only--

Wang Min opened her notebook, quickly wrote a line, and pushed it in front of Tang Yisheng.

"The money is all real; there are no counterfeit bills. You won't find many more to look at, so don't waste your energy and focus on the lesson."

Tang Yisheng raised an eyebrow and continued to look at the money.

Wang Min's handwriting is delicate but lacks strength; it's not even as good as her own writing, and it's not even in the same league as the allure of the RMB.

Tang Yisheng finished collecting all the money.

In 1999, Tang Yisheng managed to collect 3,709 yuan in less than half a day.

In terms of purchasing power, it's worth over 100,000 yuan, which is enough for him to be proud of.

In the second half of the class, Tang Yisheng returned to a state where he seemed to be listening attentively, but was actually lost in thought.

Wang Min's jaw twitched at the sight of Tang Yisheng wasting his time.

I just didn't have the right to advise him.

Several times I was tempted to report it to the teacher, but after much consideration I didn't take any action.

She only shook her head slightly after her homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin, passed by her desk.

Regain your composure and focus your attention back on the exam paper.

Wang Min disagreed with Tang Yisheng's actions and felt it was a great pity.