Martial Arts Master "Jiang Ning's contact information?" Shen Qing'e sized Ji Yan up, unable to figure out what she was after.
Back in middle school, the two had secretly competed against each other. Shen Qing'e had beaten Ji Yan in the election for Arts Committee Member, and had also edged her out academically.
Shen Qing'e had once taken quiet pride in that, but as she grew older, she found it harder and harder to smile about it.
Ji Yan's family background was considered quite good even in Class 8 at No.4 Middle School.
Like coal bosses—they might have been crude, but no one doubted their cash flow.
Ji Yan kept both hands in her pockets and countered, "You don't have it?"
"I do," Shen Qing'e said.
"What do you want his contact information for?" She stared at Ji Yan.
Ji Yan was very pretty, but there were plenty of pretty girls—Bai Yuxia, Geng Lu, the twins, and Jiang Ning's neighbor—so Shen Qing'e was not terribly worried.
Shen Qing'e was numb by now. What's one more when you're already covered in lice?
Ji Yan took two cans of Wangzai Milk from the counter and handed one to her. She pulled open the tab, took a sip, and said, "He embarrassed me today. I have to get even somehow, don't I?"
Shen Qing'e suddenly grew wary, her brows knitting tightly. "Are you going to ask around about him, then get someone to beat him up?"
Ji Yan froze, then broke into a wide grin. "What are you talking about? Do I look like that kind of person?"
She laughed happily, with a trace of milk still on her lips, making Shen Qing'e think of a Telunsu commercial.
"Then what?" Shen Qing'e pressed.
Then she shook her head. "Forget it. I'll give it