You should know this is wrong! Before school let out in the afternoon, Zhao Nuanju was organizing the form.

  She is the class organization committee member, usually when there are school activities, she organizes her classmates to participate. Her promotional flyers are placed on the table.

  "The National Middle School Students Olympiad in Informatics has officially started, welcome students to sign up."

  The most eye-catching part of the big red envelope was the central black font: First prize, 8,000 yuan.

  Eight thousand yuan.

  Meng Ting was a bit distracted. Eight thousand yuan this year is not a small amount. The monthly salary of Shu Zhitongs research institute is only six thousand yuan. Her own scholarship is five thousand yuan per year.

  The family was actually quite poor. In order to pay for his own eye surgery, Shus father ran around borrowing money from relatives everywhere. Every weekend, they would see relatives coming to ask Shus father to repay the debt. Shu Zhitong could only smile and apologize, promising to pay back the debt, which was delayed again and again.

  Later on, because things couldnt be dragged out any longer and Meng Ting had another accident that disfigured him, Shus dad went to do the most dangerous radiation work.

  Zhao Nuan didnt notice Meng Tings distraction and continued to pack her bag while gossiping: "Shen Yuqings birthday last time, I heard Jiang Ren didnt go. Then just now, for some reason, she said that tonight Jiang Ren invited their classmates to play at Xiaogang City this weekend. Listen, do you know Xiaogang City?"

  Meng Ting shook his head.

  Zhao Nuans eyes sparkled: "I havent been there either, but I know that one time of consumption is at least tens of thousands of yuan." After her excitement subsided, she pouted, "Everyone knows Shen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren is really rich and generous. Sigh, who let Shen Yuqing be so beautiful, we dont have this opportunity."

  Meng Ting lowered her eyelids, picked up the form, and carefully wrote down her own name.

  She knew this world was unfair, some people squandered tens of thousands, while others struggled to make ends meet.

  "Listen, you want to sign up for the math Olympiad?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Have you learned?"

  "I learned a bit when I was young, and in two weeks, if I practice more, I can try it out."

  Zhao Nuan thought Meng Ting was really awesome.

  Meng sighed in her heart, after all, it was 8,000 yuan. She had to make it work. To save Shus dad from undergoing radiation therapy, first, she couldnt relive the disfiguring burns, and second, she had to find ways to earn more money.

  However, she is only seventeen years old and still in high school. Her father would definitely not want her to neglect her studies for other things, but competitions are different.

  Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, she glanced at the Olympic math propaganda booklet, and suddenly knew how to make money.

  She asked Zhao Nuanju: "Besides the Olympic math propaganda, are there any other competitions?"

  "Yes, and theres also an English speech contest, but thats during summer vacation."

  Meng Ting felt somewhat disappointed.

  Zhao Nuanju thought for a moment: "But Ive heard that the vocational school next door has many such projects, like singing, dancing and playing the piano. They enrolled art students." Zhao Nuanju looked at her, wanting to say something but hesitating, then said after a while, "Never mind, nothing."

  Listen, if eyes are injured, how can they dance or play piano?

  Today its Zhao Nuanjus turn to be on duty. The duty student in Class 7 has a very simple task, just wipe the blackboard clean and close the doors and windows after school is over.

  Meng Ting helped her together.

  Two girls closed the window just in time, as thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down. Zhao Nuanju cursed under her breath.

  "Listen, did you bring an umbrella?"

  Meng Ting didnt hear it.

  Zhao Nuan Cheng also didnt.

  This year, there were no loving umbrella facilities in No. 7 Middle School. Meng Ting had to wait for Zhao Nuanju, and Shu Yang usually left early.

  Two girls went to the first floor, looking at the rain curtain, feeling a bit worried. Their school didnt allow them to bring mobile phones, and Meng Ting didnt have one anyway. She glanced at her electronic watch - 18:32.

  Dad Shu gets off work at 9 pm every day.

  Zhao Nuanju was also anxious: "My dad should be off work and will come pick me up, right?"

  As soon as the words fell, several sports cars drove in from the school gate. A sleek silver sports car turned a corner and stopped at their teaching building.

  First and foremost is a supercar.

  The car window came down, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Rens face.

  He rested his hand on the steering wheel and looked over at Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.

  Zhao Nuan hurriedly pulled Meng Ting back and thought to herself, whats going on with the gate guard, actually letting this group of vocational high school students drive in.

  After a while, laughter came from upstairs, and Shen Yuqing walked down with several girls.

  The expensive sports car made several girls eyes light up.

  They all shouted in unison: "Good Jiang Shao, good He Shao."

  He Junming raised an eyebrow: "The beauties are getting on the bus, dont get wet."

  Several girls got on different cars. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Rens car.

  Jiang Rens foot was on the clutch, and his black eyes suddenly turned to look at the quiet girl who was avoiding the rain in the corner: "The one over there..." He didnt even know her name yet. "Get in, Ill take you to the bus station."

  Meng Ting raised her eyes.

  She is temporarily unaccustomed to these eyes and still feels pain after using them for a long time. But under the dim sky, she no longer needs to close her eyes.

  Meng Ting shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

  "Get in, dont make me say it a third time." His tone was already slightly impatient.

  Meng Ting opened his mouth, and Shen Yuqing poked out her head: "Youre the classmate with poor eyesight, right? Get on the bus." Her tone was cheerful, but her eyes werent quite so.

  He Junming was also stunned behind him.

  When did Brother Nian become so kind-hearted? Is he really caring for people with disabilities?

  Meng Ting knew Jiang Rens personality, the more he disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. She didnt get in the car, and his foot wouldnt let up on the clutch.

  Jiang Ren was eighteen years old this year. He had been held back a grade, so he was one year older than his peers, and had already obtained his drivers license. Everyone was watching them, so Meng Ting and Zhao Nuan had no choice but to get into Jiang Rens car.

  Zhao Nuanju, who usually talks a lot, was stunned and looked like a little quail.

  The car is very quiet.

  Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a violent temper and generally wouldnt provoke him on purpose.

  Jiang Ren drove for a while before hearing a soft and sweet voice behind him: "Its just at the next stop."

  That voice was like a mixture of the sweetest honey and the soft water of a southern ancient town from childhood, but with a distant and cold attitude.

  Jiang Ren gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly laughed: "Youre really not blind."

  He said, stepping on the accelerator, and the bus stop platform passed before their eyes. Meng Ting was a little flustered, holding her horizontal cane, feeling uneasy. She didnt provoke him, why did he dislike her so much.

  Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuanju beside him, and Zhao Nuanju didnt dare make a sound.

  Joking irritability syndrome is terrible.

  If it gets crazy...

  A group of people got off the bus in a small port city.

  The rain outside is pouring down in sheets, and before you know it, the streets are soaked through. Night falls, and the citys neon lights flicker to life.

  The three big characters of Xiaogang City flashed with dazzling purple light.

  Meng Ting got off the bus and stood at the gate. The small port city was quite far from her home, and she didnt even have enough money for a taxi ride back.

  Jiang Ren hung the keychain on his index finger: "Genius, go in and have fun."

  He invited them in to play, not seeking their opinion.

  Several burly security guards at the entrance recognized him, bowing and calling out "Young Master Jiang". A faint smile played on Jiangs lips as he nodded slightly, his hand still hurting. He didnt look down on them, but they had to play along together now.

  Meng Ting also knew he wouldnt give up until he achieved his goal, so he could only go in with Zhao Nuanju.

  Ying Qing looked at Meng Ting with suspicion, the girl behind her whispered in her ear: "Dont worry, Ying Qing, I just asked He Junming and he said that blind guy hit Jiang Ren. Besides, shes so ugly, Jiang Ren wouldnt even look at her."

  Shen Yuqings face looked much better now.

  Compared with the slightly cool autumn atmosphere outside, the small port city inside is much warmer.

  Meng Ting had never been to such a place.

  In her memory, she spent more time with Jiang Ren after her eyes got better. He always chased after her, never minding being rejected by her. In his past life, Jiang Ren wouldnt have forced her to come to Xiaogang City just to please her either.

  Soft yellow lamp layout, luxurious soft sofa.

  There are several game controllers on the table. A private room, microphone, red wine, billiards, everything is available.

  There were also dishes and pastries on the large table.

  A group of people ate their meal first.

  "Brother Nian, lets have a drink."

  Jiang Ren and he clinked glasses together.

  The dinner table was very lively, with Meng Ting and Zhao Nuan being the only ones who didnt fit in.

  Jiang Ren glanced at Meng Ting, who was eating with a small mouth. Although she looked uncomfortable, she sat very upright.

  Most of the girls on the table just said they were full after eating a little. She ate quietly, had a bowl while they were drinking, then put down her chopsticks and didnt say another word.

  There is something about her.

  Admired by many, yet also makes one want to destroy it.

  Jiang Ren smiled slightly: "Come play a game, loser will be punished."

  He opened his mouth and everyone agreed.

  A very simple game, counting one by one. When its seven or a multiple of seven, clap your hands. This goes on very quickly.

  Jiang Nian glanced at Meng Ting, calculated her position, and reported a sixteen for herself.

  The boy behind clapped his hands in a hurry.

  When it was Meng Tings turn, she should have been twenty-one. However, she didnt know that she also had to participate in this game. Jiang Ren lit a cigarette and leaned back: "Top student, go get your punishment."

  Next to it is a large trunk.

  Meng said in a low voice: "I dont know I have to participate too." She hesitated, under everyones gaze, and lightly clapped her hands. "Does this count?"

  The scene was quiet for a moment, and then He Junming burst out laughing: "Im dead, my mom!" Who the hell clapped stupidly after several minutes.

  Shen Yuqing and the others couldnt stop laughing.