A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

Hahahahahaha.

Guangchang Chen laughed heartily.

Yes, he laughs exactly like Talking Tom.

27. Am I looking forward to seeing her?

Shan Yimo was puzzled, and a big question mark appeared above her head.

The fact that the meaning couldn't be discerned from the laughter suggests a certain degree of innate talent.

Guang Chen stood up, pulled Chen Nuanxin to his side until they were almost touching, and said, "Nuanxin, tell her about our relationship."

Both of them stared directly at Shan Yimo, which looked rather comical.

"This is my boss, and I'm his underling. Report complete."

"Hey! Don't rub your dirty hands on my clothes!"

"Can't find any paper, boss, hehe." Chen Nuanxin tapped her head with her cat-like paw.

"Trying to be cute won't work, and you're not cute to begin with." Guangchang's words struck a chord with him.

Chen Nuanxin was instantly devastated, resting her head on the steel pillar in the garage, feeling utterly heartbroken.

Realizing that Shan Yimo was still there, Guangchang Chen said, "That's how it is, understand?"

"Mm." Shan Yimo remained a woman of few words. After nodding, she softly said "See you next time" and finally left.

Guangchang Chen then turned his attention to Nuanxin, squinting at her and asking, "Why are you still at school?"

"Studying, boss. You took leave, but Qianwen and I are still studying hard, we're super good!" Chen Nuanxin said proudly, hands on her hips.

However, all Guang Chen could see was that greasy hand pressing on the school uniform shirt, and the right eyebrow trembling slightly. This scene was as unpleasant to watch as spilling milk on a keyboard.

"Wipe your hands..." Guangchang gave the instruction.

Chen Nuanxin received the instruction, finished eating the potato chips, and then put her fingers into her mouth one by one.

"..." Guangchang slapped his face with one hand, thinking that this was hopeless.

"Boss~ Since I've been so good, treat me to dinner, okay?" Chen Nuanxin grinned, revealing two rows of big teeth, looking particularly innocent and carefree.

"Oh...whatever, go wash your hands first."

"Yeah! Thank you, boss!"

Guangchang kicked the bicycle frame leg and led Chen Nuanxin and the other person slowly towards the school gate.

……

"A handshake event? Does our school have idols too?" Guangchang asked in confusion.

"No, it's more of a social activity. It's about Han Junche from the senior year of high school, one of the core members of F6. He's not only a student council member, but he also runs the school magazine on the radio station, writing articles that can be bought by students. You can even get autographs at the handshake event. If you're talking about idols... I think it's pretty much the same thing." Chen Nuanxin explained simply. She's gotten used to the amnesia setting of the leader now, and she explains even the most ordinary things without making fun of them.

It seems there are some advantages to being a fool; if it were someone else, they would probably have started to have all sorts of doubts.

Is this considered a profit-making strategy?

"I don't think so. I heard that Han Junche's family is quite wealthy, so it's probably not for the money. On the contrary, the school magazine has been promoting this handshake event a lot lately. I think he's the type who cares more about fame, the kind who's surrounded by tons of female fans."

With this heartwarming explanation, Guangchang immediately understood. He roughly knew what type of person the other person was, and he also recalled the sense of distance that Shan Yimo had shown when she mentioned Han Junche. It was because of this...

"Hurry up! It'll be too late if you don't move now!"

Has the handshake event been moved up?

"No, it's just a warm-up! Senior Han Junche will be there too! Let's hurry!"

"real or fake!"

Guangchang and Chen had just come down from the second floor of the cafeteria when they saw a huge crowd surging towards the basketball court. F6 was already famous, and with a guy who liked to create hype, the crowd attracted was even greater.

If we don't hurry up, we'll get stuck in traffic. Let's get back to the classroom!

Guangchang pulled Chen Nuanxin along, and the two struggled through the crowd, almost turning into paper cutouts.

Screams rose and fell. After finally escaping, Guang Chen and the other turned their attention to the center of the crowd. A boy in a senior high school uniform stood out, smiling and waving to the crowd. As for why they could see him clearly, it was because he seemed to be standing on a high platform, making himself look superior. This behavior... wasn't it a perfect imitation of the vice president back then?

"Ugh." Chen Nuanxin stuck out her tongue, instinctively disgusted by the guy.

Guangchang took another look at the person who was so approachable, giving him the feeling that he himself was the sun shining brightly. Even though the other person hadn't done anything wrong, looking at that face made him inexplicably angry.

"Let's go back."

"Ah."

They returned to the classroom, which was more than half empty. Everyone had gone to Han Junche's handshake event on the basketball court. Even though they were so far away, they could still hear the deafening roar of voices, a mix of screams, chatter, and a small loudspeaker constantly announcing that people should line up with tickets to buy tickets...

Chen Nuanxin plugged her ears with two fingers, buried her head on the table, and waited quietly for this farce to end.

Guangchang wasn't much better; he couldn't seem to settle down and do anything still, it was infuriating...

Just then, another message came from the back door of the classroom. The familiar student council members appeared, and the familiar summons arrived. Oh, familiarity breeds contempt. Guangchang Chen now felt that leaving this place was a fortunate choice. He quickly said goodbye to Nuanxin, and his steps toward the botanical garden became lighter. What was going on? Was he starting to look forward to seeing the president? He could run into the president about once a week, so he was practically a fixed NPC spawn point.

The botanical garden was located quite far from the teaching building. Guang Chen found it increasingly quiet as he walked, and he felt refreshed. When he arrived at the entrance of the botanical garden, he pushed the door open and went in. This time, he had learned his lesson and used a wooden stick to block the door.

Okay, that solves the problem.

Guangchang turned around and scanned the botanical garden. He saw Yan Xingmeng again in the center. Compared to last time, there were obviously more items in the center this time, including two deck chairs and a large vending machine. Um... the vending machine seemed abrupt.

"President, I'm here." Guangchang Chen's tone was unexpectedly light and cheerful, which aroused Yan Xingmeng's curiosity.

"Are you in a good mood? Close the door first."

"closed."

"..." Yan Xingmeng didn't reply, but gently nudged her slightly lowered round-framed glasses with the end of her pen. It was the first time he had seen her wear glasses, and she still had a unique charm. Her eyes were fixed on him without moving until Guang Chen felt guilty. Only then did she respond, kick away the stick holding the door open, and close the door directly.

With a click, oh well, the door is locked again; you need a key to open it.

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P.S.: There will be a third update today!

28. Are you my friend?

Guangchang felt inexplicably down and walked towards the central rest area. Under Yan Xingmeng's guidance, he sat down on a recliner.

"I need to work for a while, you can lie down and rest for a bit." Yan Xingmeng seemed to be focused on writing something, and her voice was much more serious than usual.

"Okay," Guangchang agreed, then slowly lay down, finding it quite comfortable...

The recliner had a headrest hanging on it, which was very soft and had a faint scent of mugwort. Most importantly, you really couldn't hear any outside noise here, especially the noisy screams. It was as if everything would return to its original state. Guang Chen, who had eaten a big bowl of rice at noon and was feeling a little sleepy and slightly dizzy, actually fell asleep right there.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he groggily woke up, feeling like a newly sprouted bamboo shoot, with a sense of vitality slowly emerging from his body. He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time...

The botanical garden was quiet and air-conditioned. He helped himself to sit up, looked around, and suddenly realized that Yan Xingmeng was sleeping on another recliner to his right! She was lying on her side facing him, and Guang Chen could vaguely hear her snoring. Her sleeping face was right in front of him!

Isn't this a bit too overly familiar?

Guangchang was a little thirsty, so he got up and looked at the vending machine for a while before finally choosing a bottle of Coke. However, the moment he paid, he regretted it. The loud thud was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, and he was startled. He immediately turned to look at Yan Xingmeng.

Sure enough, Yan Xing woke up from his dream.

She opened her eyes and slowly got up. Her whole body was as supple as a water snake. She gently rubbed her eyes and stared blankly at him.

Guangchang Chen glanced at her, then changed the subject, pointing to the vending machine and asking, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Give me that glass of water on the table."

The word used here isn't "help me," but "for me," which suggests the president is a bit grumpy when woken up, especially after being disturbed like this.

Guangchang nodded repeatedly and immediately did as he was told. He walked quickly to the round table and took the glass of water to Yan Xingmeng. Yan Xingmeng's expression was still blank. She took the glass with both hands and drank the water at a very slow pace. Guangchang sat down on the recliner opposite her and looked at the red marks on her fair face from sleeping on her side. He then pointed to his own face to give a hint.

Yan Xingmeng glanced at him, then raised her hand to rub her cheek, gradually recovering. A smile finally appeared on her lips as she tilted her head slightly: "Thank you, Guangchang."

Ah, it feels like the familiar president from everyday life.

"Is there something you need from me, President?" Guangchang asked proactively.

Yan Xingmeng handed the empty glass back to Guang Guangchen, who casually took it. She continued rubbing her cheeks, saying, "Shouldn't you think it's noisy outside today?"

"Huh? You mean the handshake event? No way, President, are you here to save my lunch break?" Guangchang asked in surprise.

Yan Xingmeng smiled with narrowed eyes and said softly, "Maybe."

"President, you're such a kind person..."

"A good person... This is the first time I've heard someone say that."

“It’s not just me who says that, Chu Ling said the same thing. He also said that you’re a good person, President. How about that? A good person rating.” Guangchang Chen said in a relaxed tone.

Yan Xingmeng gave a soft "hmm," pretending to think, resting her chin on her palm and leaning forward, but Guangchang was certain that her mind was completely blank.

"It should be pretty good."

Good Water's reply was indeed empty.

"So, can I go back now?" Guangchang Chen, having had a good sleep, pointed to the door and asked for permission to obtain the exit key.

"The handshake event isn't over yet." Yan Xingmeng's words killed his desire to go back to the classroom. Going back would only mean being disturbed, so he might as well stay here.

"Then it's more comfortable here," Guangchang said honestly.

"President, may I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"I've heard people say that you don't really like Han Junche, is that true?"

"it is true."

"Why is that? Although people can be a little vain, I heard Chu Ling and Qian Wen's evaluations, and they both thought he was very good. They said he was excellent in every way, as if he had no flaws," Guang Changchen said.

"Hmm..." Yan Xingmeng said in a deep voice, then stood up and took the can of iced cola that belonged to Guangchang Chen. "The reason is simple: does a person without flaws exist in this world?"

After saying that, he pressed the iced cola against Guangchang's forehead, and a wave of coolness washed over him.

Faced with the president's pranks, Guangchang had no choice but to swallow his anger and take it as a way to ease her morning grumpiness.

“That’s certainly true…” Guang Chen agreed with this statement. If a person is good at everything, and even the people around him can’t find any flaws in him, then he must have a quirk that no one knows about.

“People with flaws are interesting, just like you, Guangchang Chen. You have many flaws, but you love to preach. Isn’t that interesting?” Yan Xingmeng smiled.

"Ah! Here it comes! The sharp-tongued side!" Is the sharp-tongued side coming along with the increased frequency of their meetings?

"Yes, yes, then I apologize, I'm sorry, Guangchang Chen." Yan Xingmeng clasped her hands together, putting on a pitiful look. There is no such thing as a beautiful person who is unaware of their own beauty. Apart from pretending to be something she's not, Yan Xingmeng is very clear about her looks, so she casually shows off her beauty to tease others. What a wicked girl!

Guangchang pursed his lips, still wanting to wait until this ridiculous handshake event was over before returning. This time, his stay was clearly the longest he had ever done.

The two chatted about trivial things at school, jumping from one topic to another. Occasionally, when asked about Yan Xingmeng's family, she would immediately change the subject. They would only talk more when discussing the other regular members of F6. Guangchang Chen knew all too well how much Shan Yimo valued her friendship with the president. Judging from her tone, the president also cared a lot about Shan Yimo.

Phew, that's great. There's no misunderstanding between the sisters or any undercurrents of rivalry. That's wonderful.

"Shan Yimo may be rather aloof towards strangers, but once you get to know her, you'll find she's actually quite a thoughtful person. It's just that because of her personality and background, she doesn't have many friends..."

President, you don't have many friends either... It's almost tearful that someone who has no friends hopes that another person who has no friends can make friends.

"In fact, it's not about having many friends, but about having quality ones. In this life, having one or two close friends is enough."

Yan Xingmeng agreed with him. Just as Guangchang Chen was about to take another sip of Coke, he noticed that Yan Xingmeng had changed her seat and plopped down next to her recliner. She stared at him and said softly, "So, Guangchang Chen, are you my friend?"

29. They really do pay for getting things done!

Guangchang Chen was still uncomfortable with this kind of gaze and subconsciously looked away. The confidence of wealthy people was truly admirable. Guangchang Chen then scratched his cheek and said, "I guess it counts..."

"Hey, use the word 'definitely'!"

"I feel like if I don't answer well, you'll bully me for the rest of my high school years."

"Hahaha, no way, what kind of person do you take me for?" Yan Xingmeng lightly punched Guangchang's shoulder with her fist, her tone lowering. "I don't mind being friends with you either, Guangchang."

As Yan Xingmeng's voice drew near, a strange, tingling sensation spread through his ears. Guang Chan shifted his position, choosing to distance himself from her, and pressed his left ear with a finger, saying, "Is it because of my flaws that you're willing to be friends with me?"

“Yes! It’s more interesting when there are flaws, right?” Yan Xingmeng said with a smile.

She still has a playful attitude, but thankfully Guang Chen has seen her favorability rating, which has gradually increased to 35 points. Phew, in short, an increase is a good thing, at least she's not on the opposite side of the president.

As he got to know her better, he discovered that Yan Xingmeng wasn't the spoiled brat he had imagined. She was a bit mischievous, but when it came to getting to know someone, she seemed quite serious. When she first came in, Guangchang Chen looked at Yan Xingmeng working diligently and thought he had mistaken her for someone else.

"Maybe," Guangchang said, repeating himself in circles.