The National Primary and Secondary School Math Olympiad has officially started, welcome students to sign up.

  The most eye-catching part of that big red poster was the black font in the center: 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, making promises, and thus 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, she said that this weekend, Jiang Ren invited their classmates to play at Xiaogang City. 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. Alas, who let Shen Yuqing be so beautiful, we dont have this opportunity."

  Meng Ting lowered her eyes and picked up the form, carefully writing down her own name.

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

  "Listen, youre going to sign up for the math Olympiad?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Have you learned?"

  "I learned a bit when I was young, and with two more weeks of practice, I can try taking the test."

  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 father from undergoing radiation therapy, first, she couldnt relive the painful experience of being disfigured by burns again; 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 promotional brochure, 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 simple task, just wipe the blackboard clean and close the doors and windows after school.

  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 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 security 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 luck, Jiang Shao! Good luck, 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 his eyes.

  She is still unaccustomed to these eyes, and even after getting used to them, she still feels pain... 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.

  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 in 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 in front of them. Meng only felt a little flustered now, holding her horizontal cane, feeling uneasy. She didnt provoke him, why was he so annoying.

  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. Not looking down on them, but rather wanting to have some fun together.

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

  Ying Yuqin looked at Meng Ting with suspicion, the girl behind her whispered in her ear: "Yuqin, dont worry, I just asked He Junming, he said that blind guy beat up Jiang Ren. Besides, shes a blind girl who looks 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 lighting 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.

  "Come on, 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.

  The girl on the table mostly just took a little bit and said she was full. She sat quietly, eating 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 said good.

  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 on the backrest: "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.

  Fang Tan looked at Jiang Ren, amidst the hazy smoke. Jiang Rens eyes also sparkled with a hint of smile.

  "No way, go pick up the paper slip and accept your punishment, can you handle it?"

  Mengs face turned red, and she also realized a little late that the applause was quite ridiculous.

  She also saw that Jiang Ren was fooling her and didnt plan to let her off easily.

  She hesitated, but finally took out a note under their cheers.

  Meng Ting looked at the words above and was stunned for a while.

  The girl next to her rushed over and read out: "Make eye contact with a certain opposite sex in the audience for ten seconds."

  Everyones heart is excited at this moment.

  Meng heard she was blind.

  This kind of ambiguous game is terrifying no matter who plays it.

  He Junming saw her face and didnt know where she was looking: "Damn it, dont come over!"

  Everyone laughed so hard their shoulders shook violently.

  Zhao Nuans eyes turned red, and she could see that both she and Tingting were being humiliated. She gritted her teeth: "Dont bully people too much."

  Jiang Rens gaze floated over lightly, and Zhao Nuanju was so startled that she hurriedly stopped speaking.

  Jiang Rens hand rested on the sofa, his legs casually raised, as he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray: "Come over here, classmate. Theyre all afraid of you, so its just me left."

  Meng Ting didnt know who pushed her, she turned around and several girls were covering their mouths laughing. Only Shen Yuqings face didnt look too good.

  Meng Ting knew that if she couldnt let Jiang Ren let her off today, she estimated that she wouldnt be able to go home.

  She walked slowly over and sat down beside him.

  Jiang Ren caught another whiff of that fragrance.

  The pure and elegant after rain hits the lilac.

  She was a bit nervous, her voice soft and gentle through the countless noises outside: "My eyes arent good, can I not take off my sunglasses?"

  He unexpectedly said something good.

  Then she put on a pair of glasses with shallow ink frames and a pair of misty eyes. Her lenses were close, and the shape of her eyes could be seen.

  How can I describe the feeling at that moment?

  As if the mountains are misty, after the rain clouds and smoke. Just glimpse its shape, you can see the vague beauty.

  Ten seconds was actually very difficult for Meng Ting, she was facing the light, and her eyes were slightly painful, with a hint of tears.

  After ten seconds passed, Meng listened to the wolf running away, and Zhao Nuanju was about to cry.