Meng Ting didn't expect it to be like this... After the cop incident, because things couldn't drag on any longer and Meng Ting had another accident that disfigured him, Shu's dad went to do the most dangerous radiation work.

  Zhao Nuan didn't notice Meng Ting's distraction and continued to pack her bag while gossiping: "Shen Yuqing's birthday last time, I heard Jiang Ren didn't go. Then just now, 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 Nuan's eyes sparkled: "I haven't 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 don't have this opportunity."

  Meng Ting lowered her eyes, 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 with two more weeks of practice, 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 Shu's dad from undergoing radiation therapy, first, she couldn't afford to repeat the mistake of disfiguring 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 there's also an English speech contest, but that's during summer vacation."

  Meng Ting felt somewhat disappointed.

  Zhao Nuanju thought for a moment: "But I've 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 your eyes are injured, how can you possibly dance or play the piano?

  Today it's Zhao Nuanju's turn to be on duty. The duty student in Class 7 is very simple, just wipe the blackboard after school and close the doors and windows.

  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 didn't hear it.

  Zhao Nuan Cheng also didn't.

  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 didn't allow them to bring mobile phones, and Meng Ting didn't 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 in front of their teaching building.

  First and foremost is a supercar.

  The car window came down, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

  He put his hand on the steering wheel and looked at Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

  Zhao Nuan hurriedly pulled Meng Ting back and thought to herself, what's 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 luck, Jiang Shao! Good luck, He Shao!"

  He Junming raised an eyebrow: "The beauties are getting on the bus, don't get wet."

  Several girls got on different cars. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

  Jiang Ren's 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 didn't even know her name yet. "Get in, I'll take you to the bus station."

  Meng Ting raised her eyes.

  She was still unaccustomed to these eyes, and even after getting used to them, they still felt painful. But under the dim sky, she no longer had to close her eyes. Meng shook his head: "Thank you, I don't need to."

  "Get in, don't 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: "You're the classmate with poor eyesight, get on the bus." Her tone was cheerful, but her eyes weren't quite right.

  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 Ren's personality, the more he disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. She didn't get in the car, and his foot wouldn't 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 driver's license. Everyone was watching them, so Meng Ting and Zhao Nuanju got into Jiang Ren's car.

  Zhao Nuan usually talks a lot, but now she's as quiet as a quail.

  The car is very quiet.

  Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a violent temper and generally wouldn't provoke him.

  Jiang Ren drove for a while before hearing a soft and sweet voice behind him: "It's 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: "You're 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 didn't provoke him, why was he so annoying.

  Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuanju beside him, and Zhao Nuanju didn't dare make a sound.

  Joking irritability syndrome is very frightening.

  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 city's 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 didn't 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 Jiang's lips as he nodded slightly, his hand still hurting. He didn't look down on them, but they had to play along together now.

  Meng Ting also knew he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal, so she could only go in with Zhao Nuanju together.

  Ying Yuqin looked at Meng Ting with suspicion, the girl behind her whispered in her ear: "Yuqin, don't worry, I just asked He Junming, he said that blind guy beat up Jiang Ren. Besides, she's a blind and ugly girl, Jiang Ren wouldn't even look at her."

  Shen Yuqing's complexion improved greatly.

  Compared with the slightly cool autumn atmosphere outside, the small harbor town 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 wouldn't 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, let's 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 it's 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 Ting's turn, she should have been twenty-one. However, she didn't 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 don't know I have to participate too." She hesitated, under everyone's gaze, and lightly clapped her hands. "Does this count?"

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

  Shen Yuqing and the others couldn't stop laughing.

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

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

  Meng's 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 didn't 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."

  Everyone's 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 didn't know where she was looking: "Damn it, don't come over!"

  Everyone laughed so hard their shoulders shook violently.

  Zhao Nuan's eyes turned red, and she could see that both she and Tingting were being humiliated. She gritted her teeth: "Don't bully people too much."

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

  Jiang Ren's hand rested on the sofa, his legs casually raised, as he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray: "Come over here, classmate. They're all afraid of you, so it's just me left."

  Meng Ting didn't know who pushed her, she turned around and several girls were covering their mouths laughing. Only Shen Yuqing's face didn't look too good.

  Meng Ting knew that if she couldn't let Jiang Ren let her off today, she estimated that she wouldn't be able to go home.

  She walked slowly over and sat down beside him.

  Jiang Ren caught another whiff of that fragrance.

  Pure and elegant after being washed by the rain.

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