Chapter 326: The Celestial Girl Skips Class!

Having bid farewell to Ma Jiangming, Jiang Qin stepped into Classroom A508, determined to focus on his studies to avoid further accusations of being an underachiever.

The classroom was filled with people from both Class 3 and Class 4, all somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

Among them were Jiang Tian, Song Qingqing, Jian Chun, Zhuang Chen, Zhang Guangfa, Zuo Baiqiang, and Fan Shuling, Wang Haini… Jiang Qin felt as if he hadn’t seen these people in over half a year, their presence suddenly nostalgic.

As Jiang Qin entered, the classroom fell silent, whispers ceased, and some faces even showed astonishment, as if they’d seen the sun rise from the west.

Jiang Qin had been elusive since mid-last semester, with a two-month summer break in between, and hadn’t attended this semester at all; it had really been half a year.

Moreover, having appeared on TV just yesterday and shining in the cafeteria all day with his internet-based theory on industrial upgrading which even the cafeteria aunt could recite, his sudden classroom appearance felt unusually distant.

“Jiang Qin, why are you attending class?”

“I paid my tuition fees.”

Jiang Qin stated confidently, having paid, he had nothing to fear.

Upon seeing Boss Jiang leave, Zhang Guangfa couldn’t help but spit out fiercely, “He never attends, yet shows up right after being on TV, such blatant show-off.”

After hearing this, Zhuang Chen felt somewhat pleased, feeling as if Zhang Guangfa had spoken for him.

His point was clear: you skip classes all year, and suddenly attend after appearing on TV. Isn’t that showing off?

Indeed, lacking any substance or culture, flashing minor successes everywhere, from this angle, Jiang Qin was just a brute lucky enough to succeed, even admitting his success was merely by luck.

“Do you think Jiang Qin is only qualified to show off because he was on TV?”

Suddenly, Jian Chun coldly retorted.

Zhang Guangfa choked but retorted heatedly, “He never comes early or late, only now because he was on TV, right?”

Jian Chun furrowed her brows, “That’s so narrow-minded, Zhuang Chen, you don’t think that too, do you?”

“…”

“…”

As her words settled, all eyes turned to Zhuang Chen, curious about his response.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t think that.”

Zhuang Chen glanced at Jian Chun and, noticing her slightly eased expression, continued, “He was on TV because he is inherently excellent, not the other way around. Zhang Guangfa has confused the concept, seeing only the glitz and not the strength behind it, definitely a case of narrow-mindedness.”

After hearing this, Zhang Guangfa held his breath, thinking: darn it, brother, you’re truly warmhearted.

Ren Ziqiang once mentioned Jiang Qin had clever tactics and ranked highly, even joked that if Jiang was a scoundrel, Jian Chun would have had his kids by now, pondering if he might have a chance to raise one, almost fought over these disrespectful comments.

But now, I must apologize for my ignorance to Ren Ziqiang; you indeed qualify to raise a child for Jiang Qin and Jian Chun, or even two!

Seeing Zhang Guangfa’s envious expression, Zhuang Chen pursed his lips and looked out the window with a hint of world-weariness.

However, Jiang Qin was not interested in their reactions; his concern was elsewhere, “Where’s the little rich girl? Why isn’t she in class?”

“This morning after breakfast, we went back to catch up on sleep, but just before bed she couldn’t resist and secretly watched your interview video again in bed, then became too sleepy to wake up for class. We didn’t have the heart to wake her; Nanshu’s grades are good, she’s never been absent before, skipping once doesn’t matter,” Gao Wenhui explained.

After hearing this, Jiang Qin fell silent, pondering which part of the interview had addicted the little rich girl.

He always claimed to be Takeshi Kaneshiro, deceiving others as well as himself, but only Feng Nanshu truly believed him from the bottom of her heart.

She was the type, even if ten million people said Jiang Qin wasn’t handsome, she wouldn’t change her mind because she only listened to him.

Only when Jiang Qin himself admitted he wasn’t handsome did Feng Nanshu naively go “Oh” and start to believe he wasn’t.

So Uncle Gong had a point, don’t think the young lady is obedient, her stubbornness is also fierce; once she decides on something, nobody can change her mind.

But isn’t this a bit too addictive?

I’ve seen people gaming all night or browsing Zhihu all night, but to watch a friend’s video repeatedly until they can’t stop is indeed rare; friendship truly blinds.

Just then, the bell rang, and the professor teaching “Monetary Banking” entered with a teacup, adjusted his reading glasses, and started roll call.

“Zhang Hongxin.”

“Present.”

“Chen Da.”

“Present.”

“Gao Wenhui.”

“Present.”

“Feng Nanshu.”

As the name was called, everyone held their breath, and the classroom fell silent.

Feng Nanshu was the top student and had never missed a class, so everyone was puzzled about her sudden absence and subconsciously felt she must have taken leave, curious to know why the celestial girl had suddenly asked for leave.

Who knew the next second Jiang Qin would calmly raise his hand, “Present.”

The old professor craned his neck for a glance at Jiang Qin, pursed his lips, put down the roster, “Alright, everyone’s here, let’s start the lesson.”

Everyone in the Finance School knew Jiang Qin and were familiar with the top-student Feng Nanshu, who often answered the roll call for the frequently absent Jiang Qin, teachers had gotten used to it, and seeing Jiang answer for Feng was no surprise today.

One was the top student, the other a poster boy for the school, and a couple at that; having one show up was face enough.

Gao Wenhui turned to Jiang Qin, “I ‘shipped’ again.”

“Ship what?”

“You answered the roll call for your wife.”

Jiang Qin chuckled, “What toothpaste did you use this morning?”

Gao Wenhui looked puzzled, “Crest.”

“Doesn’t the Crest ad claim to freshen the breath? How could you make such a cheeky comment?”

“Get lost!”

Two hours later, the afternoon classes finally ended, and Jiang Qin sleepily opened his eyes, stretched, and felt thoroughly refreshed; attending class was truly beneficial, almost as good as sleeping, feeling far more alert after the two sessions.

Gao Wenhui closed her book, “Oh, woke up?”

Jiang Qin found it offensive, “I must correct you; class just ended.”

“Actually, I meant Feng Nanshu must have woken up by now.”

“Then I’ll take her to dinner and we might as well take a bath.”

Jiang Qin stood up, leaning on the table, following Gao Wenhui to the Finance School’s female dormitory, “Xiao Gao, go up and check if the little rich girl has woken up.”

Gao Wenhui paused, “I was heading to the cafeteria, can you call her instead?”

“Calling jolts people awake uncomfortably; nothing compares to being gently woken up,” Jiang Qin mused about Feng Nanshu’s baffled cute expression upon waking.

“But my voice, no matter how gentle, can’t compare to you waking her; why don’t you go?” Gao Wenhui made an enticing suggestion.

Indeed, Jiang Qin’s heart skipped, “Are you serious or just kidding?”

“Of course it’s true. For a girl, what scenario could be more comfortable than being gently woken from a sweet dream by a beloved… friend?”

Gao Wenhui almost said “husband,” but fearing a sudden alert from this sly dog, she quickly switched to “old friend.”

Jiang Qin was silent for a moment, thinking Gao Wenhui made a fair point. After pondering for a long while and confirming the behavior fit the basic definition of friendship, he stepped into the female dormitory building and greeted the auntie managing it.

According to Linchuan University’s dormitory management regulations, boys are not allowed in the girls’ dorms. However, Jiang Qin’s hostel station has sparked a second career for all the Linchuan aunties, so he didn’t lack this bit of face.

After registering his name and noting the dorm number he was visiting, Jiang Qin was quickly let in.

The afternoon in Linchuan was a bit gloomy; the corridor was dim as Jiang Qin followed Gao Wenhui up to the fifth floor, stopping at the door.

“Do you want to check first if your roommates are dressed?”

“What’s there to fear, there are no strangers!” Gao Wenhui was as hospitable as ever.

Jiang Qin gave her a look: “Then I won’t hold back.”

“Why does it seem like you’re more excited for them to be undressed?”

Jiang Qin, who considered himself a gentleman, of course wouldn’t admit it but let Gao Wenhui go ahead first before following her inside.

Room 503 was dark with the lights off. Once inside, Jiang Qin saw several lightly dressed girls with bright eyes. After a moment of surprise, he couldn’t help but laugh softly and pointed towards Feng Nanshu’s bed.

At that moment, the little rich girl was still sleeping. Her eyes were tightly shut, her long lush lashes curled beautifully, and her white delicate feet peeked out from under the blanket. She breathed evenly, her face cute and peaceful, quiet as a lazy kitten.

Jiang Qin gently brushed her messy hair aside and softly called Feng Nanshu’s name twice, causing the little rich girl to slowly open her eyes. Seeing Jiang Qin across the bed frame, her expression was adorably dazed.

“It’s like you’ve woken up silly. Do you know who I am?” Jiang Qin teased her.

Feng Nanshu rubbed her eyes, looking at him with a haughty expression: “Jiang Qin, I dreamt of you again.”

“This isn’t a dream.”

“I don’t believe it unless you bite me.” Feng Nanshu pouted her lips and lifted her snowy white feet.

Jiang Qin immediately got flustered: “What decent person does that? Get up now, let’s go eat. Stop talking about things that never happened!”

In Room 503 of the female dormitory, a group of girls wanted to laugh but felt it inappropriate so they ended up coughing instead.

Lies don’t hurt people, but the truth cuts like a sharp knife.