Chapter 479: Qiaomu Private High School |
It had been more than half a year since he turned eighteen and ate the first high-priced ice cream of his life for two and a half yuan.
From then on, Bai Liu would save the wooden sticks that Fang Dian and Lu Yizhan bought for him which resulted in a [Win Another One] result.
But keeping these wooden sticks at school or the welfare home wasn’t safe enough; they were easily found and rummaged through by others. Therefore, Bai Liu hid these wooden sticks in the only place he felt was relatively safe—Fang Dian’s house.
Saving up to this point in time, he remembered he seemed to have saved…
Bai Liu shifted his gaze to Fang Dian’s hand. Fang Dian followed Bai Liu’s gaze and spread out the handful of small wooden sticks, seemingly realizing something: “There are five here in total.”
“That’s not right.” Fang Dian rubbed her chin. As if she had sensed something, she squinted her eyes and leaned in close to look at Bai Liu. “If I remember correctly, according to the frequency we buy ice cream for you, you should have seven.”
“I don’t think you’re the type of person who would succumb to greed halfway through and eat two yourself.”
Fang Dian shook the wooden sticks in her hand and asked, “Where are the other two?”
Bai Liu: …
Thus, Bai Liu followed the flow and applied what he had just learned: “I don’t remember either.”
“I don’t believe you.” Fang Dian didn’t fall for that. She struck back brazenly, pressing her elbow onto Bai Liu’s shoulder, smiling slyly and gossippily, “Two are missing all of a sudden. I have a feeling…”
“Who did you treat to ice cream?”
Bai Liu looked straight ahead as he walked toward the playground, carrying the hanging Fang Dian on his shoulder: “For a stingy person like me, who would I treat?”
“Me and Lu Yizhan, of course.” Fang Dian shrugged. “You aren’t stingy; you just remember grudges and favors. Why would you treat someone who hasn’t bought you ice cream?”
Bai Liu paused.
Fang Dian immediately followed up with an excited pursuit: “So I’m really curious. I haven’t heard of anyone besides Hou Tong treating you to things recently, and you didn’t accept her things either. That can only mean one thing!”
Bai Liu swept a glance at Fang Dian, who was sprawled on his shoulder, with his peripheral vision: “Mean what?”
“You proactively treated someone else to an ice cream bar!” Fang Dian’s eyes suddenly lit up. She throttled Bai Liu’s neck and shook him vigorously. “Who is it, who is it! Is it Hou Tong from your class, or Wei Shuang from our class, or the volleyball team’s setter Du Yishan?! Let me know which of these pursuers actually got your ‘First Blood’!”
“You, a little iron tree, has finally secretly blossomed behind my back after being pursued by so many people, right!”
Bai Liu was shaken into an afterimage by Fang Dian. Even his voice was shaken into an electronic tone, though his cadence remained cold: “I am curious about two points.”
Fang Dian stopped shaking Bai Liu. She was puzzled: “Which two points?”
Bai Liu lifted his eyelids to glance at Fang Dian: “First, how did you link me treating someone to ice cream with me being in a relationship.”
“Second, why are there so many girls around you coming to pursue me?”
“How could a person like you proactively spend money on others if you didn’t have feelings?” Fang Dian answered bluntly. “Aside from me and Lu Yizhan, I’ve never seen you spend money on anyone else.”
“You didn’t really spend much on the two of us either.” Fang Dian gloomily shook the wooden sticks in her hand. “Old Lu and I haven’t even eaten them yet, but you treated someone else. You really are an unfilial son.”
Bai Liu paused subtly.
“As for the second point…” Fang Dian scratched her head. She stuck out her tongue and looked away with a wandering gaze. “Isn’t it good to have so many rich beauties pursuing you?”
Bai Liu flatly denied: “It’s not good.”
Most of the girls who came to pursue him were people around Fang Dian. If they weren’t on the volleyball team, they were in Fang Dian’s little “Rocket Class”. Most of them were indeed as Fang Dian said—very rich and beautiful, either from extraordinary families or with excellent grades, like Hou Tong.
Even by Bai Liu’s utilitarian standards, they could already be considered human beings of top-tier value.
But there was one interesting point about the girls… because Fang Dian was on the volleyball team, these girls who came to pursue him would more or less participate in volleyball training and were all athletic types.
Therefore… these girls’ figures and heights were all quite outstanding.
Hou Tong, 179 cm.
Wei Shuang, 178 cm.
Du Yishan, 182 cm.
Bai Liu during high school, 172.5 cm.
*(T/N: The girls want a pretty twink boyfriend. Let them live.)*
Adding a bit of heel height from the girls’ shoes, Bai Liu logically reached a “most suitable height difference for kissing” with every big beauty.
Fang Dian wrinkled her nose and retorted: “What’s not good about it? If there were so many beauties pursuing me, I would definitely…”
Bai Liu said expressionlessly: “Then Lu Yizhan would be crying as he hung himself at your front door.”
Fang Dian: “…”
That was true.
“Aiya, I just happened to chat about you occasionally with them.” Fang Dian scratched her head with a rare hint of embarrassment. “You know me, I like to let everyone know about the things I like. I think you’re very interesting, so I’d chat a bit about your matters while playing ball.”
“Over time, they probably became a bit interested in you. Rest assured, regarding you, I only chatted about relatively mild topics.”
Bai Liu gave a “Heh” smile, but there was no mirth in his eyes: “For example, discussing who could get my ‘First Blood’ while playing ball, auctioning me off to someone to be their boyfriend… did you guys even start a bidding war?”
Fang Dian was startled and took two steps back: “How did you know?!”
Bai Liu’s temple throbbed.
He only found out after graduation during a gathering at Fang Dian’s house when she let it slip after drinking too much.
This woman had actually held many oral auctions for him while playing volleyball, discussing who would get his “First Blood,” how long they could date, and so on. It was said that the highest bid once reached a high price of one million yuan for a one-year relationship.
At that time, he had just turned eighteen, and his first love had already been auctioned off by a group of people.
“Many people want to date you. Hou Tong said she’s willing to pay one million a year to buy the time you spend with her.” Fang Dian put her hands behind her head and giggled as she leaned toward Bai Liu’s side to joke, “One million, eh? Aren’t you tempted?”
“If it weren’t for Old Lu, even I would be tempted.”
“Most likely you added inflammatory details to tell them something that fit their fantasies of consumption.” Bai Liu ignored Fang Dian and walked straight ahead, his face devoid of expression. “You are much more terrifying at deceiving people than I am.”
“Is that so?! I don’t think so!” Fang Dian hurriedly caught up with Bai Liu. She skipped around to walk backward while facing him, a brilliant smile on her face. “I personally think it’s your beauty and personal charm that attracts them.”
“After all, you are actually very likable.”
“If I were as rich as Hou Tong, I would also be willing to spend one million a year to be friends with you.”
Bai Liu gave the smiling Fang Dian a cold sweep of his eyes. This woman had far too much flowery speech; if he didn’t stop her, she could keep babbling like this and tease Bai Liu until the mobilization meeting ended.
Thus, Bai Liu stretched his hand out in front of Fang Dian and said calmly: “Then we’ve known each other for two years now. One million a year—bring out two million.”
“Certainly, Classmate Bai Liu!” Fang Dian suddenly became solemn. She placed those five wooden sticks into Bai Liu’s palm. “Take these first. Collateral wooden sticks with a value of two yuan and five cents. The remaining 1,999,997.5 yuan, I’ll buy on credit first and give it to you later.”
After speaking, Fang Dian waved her hand and ran off in a flash. Her ponytail and voice bounced lightly behind her:
“Old Lu is going on stage to give a speech. I’m going to go see him. Go gather with your class first, I’ll bring Old Lu to find you later!”
Bai Liu watched Fang Dian’s departing back. He lowered his eyelashes, looked at the five ice cream sticks in his palm, and then slowly closed his hand to grip them tight.
“Bai Liu!”
A tall high school student wearing monkey-themed headphones jumped up excitedly in the bustling crowd and shouted: “Bai Liu, f*ck, I finally found you!”
Mu Shicheng walked over against the flow of people in three steps made into two. He let out a breath, brushed the dust from a stool off his school uniform, and naturally put his arm around Bai Liu’s shoulder. He looked at Bai Liu in this form with a bit of novelty, his expression amazed: “Whoa, Bai Liu, you actually had such a tender and small-statured time…”
Bai Liu lifted his eyelids to glare at him.
Mu Shicheng shut his mouth awkwardly and removed his arm from Bai Liu’s shoulder. He clicked open his panel and began reporting to Bai Liu: “My identity is a student from Class 4, Grade 12 in the laboratory building.”
Bai Liu looked at Mu Shicheng’s system panel:
>[According to the analysis of player Mu Shicheng’s high school grades, player Mu Shicheng is defined as a top student in this dungeon and has been assigned to an experimental class.]
>[Assigned Class: Grade 12, Class 4]
“I checked the results of the second mock exam for this identity. They’re about the same as my grades in high school, over six hundred points. It should be as the system said, simulating our grades from when we were in high school.” Mu Shicheng scratched his head and clicked his tongue. “What do you think Liu Jiayi will do?”
“She’s never attended high school; she’ll probably be assigned to a class for poor students, right?”
“You’re the poor student.” A cold female voice interrupted Mu Shicheng’s narrative. Mu Shicheng turned around in surprise and found an eighteen-year-old girl with short hair, standing with one hand on her hip, looking at him coldly. “What this system simulates isn’t just the high school you experienced, but also a simulation of a player’s situation in high school in the future based on their conditions.”
Liu Jiayi walked to Bai Liu’s side under Mu Shicheng’s dumbfounded gaze and clicked open her system panel to show Bai Liu:
>[Player Liu Jiayi has no high school grade analysis. Deducing and simulating player Liu Jiayi’s high school grade situation based on various world lines… Deduction in progress… Deduction ended.]
>[According to the deduction results, player Liu Jiayi would most likely be a super-top student in this dungeon. Player Liu Jiayi is defined as a super-top student and assigned to a super-top class (Note: Grade 12 Super-Top Class is located at the top of the mountain).]
>[Assigned Class: Grade 12, Class 1]
Mu Shicheng was stunned. He pointed at Liu Jiayi’s panel: “On what basis is she a super-top student! She’s only eight years old; no matter what, she should be a poor student!”
Liu Jiayi ignored Mu Shicheng entirely and continued: “I gathered some information on the mountain through some privileges of a super-top student.”
“Tang Erda is in the physical education class. He belongs to the art and sports students, in Grade 12, Class 12 in the laboratory building, which is the art and sports class. Mu Ke is like me; we are both super-top students who ranked in the top one hundred in this batch of the second mock exams. He is in Class 2.”
Liu Jiayi analyzed with a calm face: “Looking at the main task, our team’s overall distribution seems good at the moment. We have all kinds of classes, two super-top students, and no poor students.”
Bai Liu, the only poor student in the team: “…”
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Author’s Notes:
Bai Liu: I hope everyone studies hard, otherwise, you will drag your teammates down even when playing horror games.
