How to Quickly and Effectively Make Good Friends

How to Quickly and Effectively Make Good Friends

In the early morning, sunlight slanted in through the window and fell across the bedside.

Jiang Qin suddenly opened his eyes, rushed out of his room and into the bathroom, then stood up dazed after squatting on the toilet for three minutes, utterly bewildered.

Damn it, he had forgotten that he had already been reborn. That habit of getting diarrhea as soon as he woke up had long since disappeared.

But since he was already up, there was no reason to go back to sleep.

Jiang Qin washed up, hung up his towel, pushed his bicycle out of the storage room downstairs, and headed for Jizhou City Library.

When he reached the second floor of the library, he spotted Feng Nanshu at once.

Today, she wore a black-and-white Plaid Skirt. Her long hair fell to her waist, and her clear eyes were bright and limpid. She was standing on tiptoe to look for a book on the shelf, which stretched her slender waist taut as her body leaned slightly forward, fully revealing her delicate, graceful curves.

"What are you looking for?"

"I want to read that book."

Feng Nanshu turned to glance at him and pointed her slender finger toward the upper row.

Jiang Qin walked over, took the book down for her, and placed it in her hands. Then the two returned to their familiar corner and sat in their familiar seats.

Next, Feng Nanshu opened her little leather bag, pulled out an Industrial and Commercial Bank Card, and slapped it directly down in front of him.

"For you!"

To be honest, even Jiang Qin felt a little embarrassed.

A thirty-eight-year-old man borrowing money from an eighteen-year-old girl—how could he not feel ashamed?

Besides, the first thing Feng Nanshu had done after sitting down was take out this card. She had not even waited for him to ask, which meant she had been thinking about this all along.

That was, more or less, rather touching.

Jiang Qin picked up the bank card and rubbed its surface between his fingertips, still finding it a little unreal.

She was just lending him money like that?

He still remembered when he had been fired in 2016 after taking the blame. He had borrowed money everywhere for rent and endured plenty of scornful looks. It was not exactly a psychological scar, but the feeling had certainly been awful.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Uh... what's the password?"

"Six eights."

Rich people's bank card passwords really were simple and unpretentious. Jiang Qin put the card into his pocket and patted it twice, only relaxing after he could feel its outline through the fabric.

He had wanted to ask how much money was in it, but after hesitating repeatedly, he could not bring himself to ask. It felt a little rude, as though he had too much of an agenda.

Forget it. However much there was, there was.

Still, this should have been the Young Miss's Lunar New Year money or allowance. At most, it probably had eighty or ninety thousand in it. Maybe even less.

He planned to use the money to flip goods for a month and see if he could double it, then buy an old rundown apartment in Fanhua Neighborhood and make a killing off the demolition payout.

Then he would return Feng Nanshu's money, see how much he had left, and begin his real startup plan.

"You got a bank card this early?"

"It's not mine," Feng Nanshu replied calmly.

Jiang Qin had only asked casually, but he froze the instant he heard her answer. Then his eyes widened. "If this card isn't yours, whose is it?"

Feng Nanshu raised her clear eyes. "My Dad's."

"You took your Dad's money for me to use?"

"Can... can I?"

Feng Nanshu looked slightly confused, as if she did not know whether what she had done was right, so she tossed the question back to Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin truly did not know what to say.

What kind of relationship would make a girl take her own father's money for a man to spend?

The key was that he and Feng Nanshu were not even close. They attended the same school but were not in the same class. Though they had read books and eaten snacks together these past few days, they had barely exchanged a few words. This money was too hot to handle.

After hesitating again and again, Jiang Qin reluctantly took the card out of his pocket and returned it to Feng Nanshu.

He really was short of money. Without money, he could not get anything done. But tricking an innocent young girl into stealing money from home? What the hell kind of person would that make him?

"You're not borrowing it?" Feng Nanshu asked, puzzled.

"I'm afraid you'll get scolded when you go home, so forget it."

Feng Nanshu shook her head coolly. "I won't. My Dad has lots of cards. He won't notice if one is missing."

Jiang Qin still waved his hand. "If it were your money, I'd borrow it. But taking something without asking is stealing."

"Will you return it?"

"Of course I will."

"If you return it, then it's borrowing," Feng Nanshu said with certainty.

Hearing that, Jiang Qin hesitated.

At that moment, it was as if there were a little man sitting on his left shoulder, constantly urging him to accept it. As long as he put the money back before anyone discovered it, everything would be fine. It was not as though he planned to run off with the money.

Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, have you forgotten why you had so many regrets in your previous life? That's just how the rules of this world work. The bold feast while the timid starve.

Besides, borrowing money was not stealing. At the very least, it was justified and had nothing to do with his own moral standards.

Jiang Qin convinced himself, picked up the card again, and took Feng Nanshu to the bank.

Feng Nanshu did not even know how much money was in it. She was unbelievably clueless, but Jiang Qin felt that since she was the creditor, she needed to know the exact amount.

Then again, what exactly was this girl thinking? Was she not afraid he would deceive her? If there were one hundred thousand, he could say there were fifty thousand. If there were fifty thousand, he could say there were thirty thousand. He could withdraw the hidden amount and leave her with nowhere to cry. Jiang Qin stood before the ATM, inserted the card, selected balance inquiry, and suddenly held his breath.

You rich people really didn't treat money as money, did you?

More than six million all in one bank card, with a password of six eights. If it got lost, wouldn't that be a massive loss?

Meanwhile, Feng Nanshu was also staring at the screen. Her expression remained cool and calm, as if she were not particularly surprised. She truly gave off the feeling that money was just a number to her.

After returning from the bank, Jiang Qin sat silently at the desk, feeling that today's experience was even more absurd than being reborn.

What did she want from me? Could she know that I was reborn? At that moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly put down the book in her hands and looked at him with clear eyes, as if she had something to say.

Jiang Qin snapped back to his senses slightly. "What is it?"

"I want to be friends with you. I hope you know what's good for you," Feng Nanshu said with a very serious expression.

"?????"

Jiang Qin froze for a moment, unable to figure out what this was supposed to mean.

But immediately afterward, he saw the title of the book he had taken down for Feng Nanshu—"How to Quickly and Effectively Make Good Friends."

Jiang Qin's mind stalled for a moment. He looked again at the somewhat nervous Feng Nanshu, then slapped his forehead as the situation suddenly became crystal clear.

Which bastard had spread the rumor that she was aloof? This girl was obviously an airhead with social anxiety! "Actually... we're already friends."

"Then when can you take me out to have fun?"

"..."