Just as Wen Jing was immersed in it, an annoying voice beside her interrupted her.
"Wen Jing, I can't solve this math problem. Can you teach me?"
Wen Jing turned and saw the round face of a boy.
The boy was called Chen Zishi. He was a big fat guy with an ordinary appearance and poor grades.
Wen Jing did not really want to pay attention to Chen Zishi. She merely wrote out the solution method once and handed it to him to figure out himself.
Then she tossed out a sentence: "I need to study."
Chen Zishi was too embarrassed to keep asking questions and tactfully walked away.
He returned to his seat dejectedly.
"Fatty, you like her?" his deskmate Chu Bai teased.
"What are you talking about? Don't spout nonsense." Chen Zishi immediately denied it.
"Stop pretending. I could tell."
"You have to keep it secret. Don't go spreading it around."
"Don't worry. I'll tell you a secret too—I like Xu Muyan. Now we're even."
"Looks like we're both in the same boat," Chen Zishi sighed.
"I'm not the same as you. Sooner or later, I'll win Xu Muyan over. She'll be my woman sooner or later," Chu Bai declared confidently.
"Look at Wang Haoran and Xu Muyan. They're always discussing schoolwork together, chatting and laughing. Maybe sparks of love have already flown between them. What chance do you have then?" Chen Zishi glanced at the handsome boy and beautiful girl seated in the distance.
"That Wang Haoran is just a bastard who dares to act but not own up to it. Sooner or later, I'll expose his true face. Xu Muyan won't give him the time of day then," Chu Bai said bitterly.
"Wang Haoran really is annoying. He's always making Wen Jing give up her seat and interrupting her studies. Go for it. Win Xu Muyan over—I'm rooting for you." Chen Zishi was also extremely displeased.
"Thanks for the good words. If Xu Muyan becomes my girlfriend, I'll definitely have her put in a good word for you in front of Wen Jing. Given how close those two are, you might have a chance with Wen Jing then too." Chu Bai patted Chen Zishi on the shoulder.
"Good brother, you said it! Remember that!" Chen Zishi immediately grew excited, and his opinion of Chu Bai rose sharply.
Sometimes, friendship between men came that quickly.
Xu Muyan and Wen Jing were not only deskmates, but also very close friends. They were often inseparable on campus.
Xu Muyan's words carried considerable weight with Wen Jing.
"You have to compensate Fan Jian, Fan Tong, and Qin Shou Sheng with thirty thousand in medical expenses. That's no small amount. Your parents will definitely be furious if they find out, right? Have you figured out what to tell them?"
As Chen Zishi and Chu Bai grew closer, Chen Zishi immediately began worrying about Chu Bai's troubles as well.
"Tomorrow's a holiday. I have my own way to handle it," Chu Bai said in a low voice.
"Huh? You aren't planning to rob someone, are you?" Chen Zishi was shocked.
He remembered that Chu Bai's family circumstances were very poor.
"Of course not. I'm planning to... win," Chu Bai said mysteriously.
"Gambling? That's way too unreliable. Haven't you heard that nine out of ten gamblers lose?"
"If nine out of ten lose, doesn't that mean one wins? I'm that one in ten, and I'm absolutely certain. It's just that I don't have quite enough capital yet." As Chu Bai spoke, his gaze drifted toward Chen Zishi, and he suddenly asked:
"Do you have any money? Lend me some."
"I have a thousand."
"Damn, you're that well-off?"
"What are you talking about? My family circumstances are pretty ordinary. I saved this by scrimping and saving for more than half a year. I was planning to buy Wen Jing a nice gift for her birthday this month."
"Lend me the money to tide me over. I'll definitely return it before Wen Jing's birthday."
"All right, then. But you have to pay me back on time."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely pay you back then. If I can't, I'll chop off my head and let you use it as a stool." Chu Bai swore solemnly.
At last, the day's classes ended.
At the school gate, the students headed home one after another.
There were all sorts of ways to get home.
Some rode bicycles, some took buses, and some were picked up by private cars.
A Cullinan was parked at the school gate, drawing countless eyes.
Under the jealous, envious gazes of the boys and the admiring, infatuated gazes of the girls, Wang Haoran climbed into the Cullinan.
"Young master, are we going straight home?" the driver, a man around forty, asked respectfully.
"Go to the nearest Private Detective Agency first," Wang Haoran said.
The driver was surprised for a moment, but he did not ask anything and simply started the car.
He knew better than to ask what he should not ask.
He had been a driver for the Wang Family for nearly ten years. He understood that much.
Before long, the Cullinan stopped outside a moderately sized Detective Agency.
Wang Haoran entered the Detective Agency alone.
He found the person in charge and handed over a simple file.
The file was naturally about Chu Bai, containing his photo and home address.
Wang Haoran had had one of his lackeys secretly take the photo.
The home address had been copied from the student registration records.
"Follow Chu Bai and report his whereabouts in real time."
That was Wang Haoran's request.
At first, the Detective Agency refused the job.
Their reason was that they were a legitimate Detective Agency, not some paparazzi outfit.
But when Wang Haoran directly offered triple the price, their attitude immediately changed, and they accepted the job.
The so-called triple price was actually only thirty thousand yuan.
To Wang Haoran, a rich second-generation heir, that was pocket change.
After leaving his phone number, Wang Haoran left the Detective Agency.
The Detective Agency immediately began its operation as well.
Night fell.
Wang Family Villa.
In the dazzlingly luxurious dining room, Wang Haoran ate alone.
More than a dozen dishes sat on the table, extravagantly abundant.
They were prepared with the skill of chefs from a five-star hotel.
It was difficult to find fault with the taste.
Several servants waited nearby. If Wang Haoran had any need in daily life, they would immediately see to it.
Wang Haoran could not help but sigh.
In his previous life, he had been dirt poor. The life of a wealthy young master like this had been nothing more than a dream.
And now, that dream had actually become reality.
His adoptive parents were not home.
But that was fine. For the moment, Wang Haoran did not know how to face these adoptive parents.
After all, he had been an orphan in his previous life. After transmigrating, he had directly become who he was now, and he truly had no emotional bond with them.
His adoptive father was a major businessman who had to manage all kinds of Wang Family businesses and was busy every day.
Not seeing him for one or two months was perfectly normal.
His adoptive mother was a socialite from a wealthy family who also owned a company, so she was busy every day as well.
Whatever hard-won free time she had was spent at high-end beauty salons for treatments.
In his memories, Wang Haoran had pitifully few chances to spend time with these adoptive parents.
As parents, they felt deeply guilty. To make up for it, they indulged their child unconditionally.
Whatever their child wanted, they would definitely satisfy it.
In the original plot, Wang Haoran had initially fought the protagonist on his own. But in the end, the entire Wang Family, even including his mother's family, joined him in fighting the protagonist, all because of that unreserved indulgence.
But then again, wasn't it standard for a villainous rich second-generation heir to be spoiled by the elders in his family?
Just imagine it: the villainous rich second-generation heir wanted to harm the protagonist, only for his parents to say, "You rebellious son, how can you do such terrible things? Shut up at once! Say another word, and you won't be my son anymore!"
If that happened, how would the plot continue?
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