Downstairs, all eyes were on them.

Guo Kunnan and Yun Tingting were playing badminton. He was so excited that his face turned a dark red.

Cui Yu, jealous: "Brother Nan’s face looks like a century egg."

With ten centimeters of angry hair, Meng Gui played with his Buddha beads and calmly recited, "You are not Kun, how can you know Kun’s joy?"

Although they were jealous of their good brother, they did not disrupt.

Instead, Liu Chuandao and his group couldn’t stand it. Liu Chuandao, with a shoehorn face, loudly asked, "Yun Tingting, what kind of guys do you like?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone first looked at Liu Chuandao, then, as if by agreement, turned to the alluring Yun Tingting.

Yun Tingting turned around unhurriedly, raised her face, and looked straight at Liu Chuandao upstairs. She giggled, "Your type."

This sentence, like a big pink heart, exploded into countless little hearts, echoing in Liu Chuandao’s ears, buzzing non-stop.

Yun Tingting might be flirty, but she was actually quite indifferent to many.

Now, she actually publicly stated her ideal type. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

’Turns out, she likes tall and heroic men like me!’

Next to him, Shi Qianjin clenched his fist, Gu Tai upstairs was furious, and the hearts of the boys from Class 3 downstairs shattered, even Guo Kunnan, who was playing badminton with Yun Tingting, felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction inside!

Guo Kunnan: ’Could it be that I am just a substitute?’

Liu Chuandao was immersed in immense happiness.

But he saw Yun Tingting mouthing: "Your type, I don’t like!"

After saying that, Yun Tingting flicked her ponytail and continued playing.

Liu Chuandao stood there dumbfounded.

At the same time, countless male students breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Chuandao stiffened his face, Yu Wen and Jiang Yanan came running from the western corridor and happened to see Liu Chuandao’s expression. Jiang Yanan curiously asked, "Liu Chuandao, are you sick?"

Seeing the fair-skinned and beautiful Jiang Yanan, albeit with small eyes, showing concern, Liu Chuandao perked up slightly and forced a smile: "Yun Tingting said she doesn’t like my type."

Yu Wen glanced at him and nonchalantly said, "It’s normal for her not to like you, we don’t like your type either."

After saying this, Yu Wen pulled Jiang Yanan and ran away.

Liu Chuandao’s last straw collapsed.

Yu Wen ran all the way to Meng Gui’s side, pleading: "Meng Gui, I heard you’re really good at fortune-telling?"

Meng Gui turned around and spoke like a master, "A touch of mana, no need for show."

Yu Wen took out her phone, pointing at the QQ number: "Alright, help me find out who this wretch is?"

Meng Gui looked at her and asked, "Yu Wen, why are you belittling others without reason?"

Yu Wen: "I sent her a red envelope hoping she would help me post something on a forum. She took the money and then blocked me. Help me get my money back."

Meng Gui: "How much was it?"

"18 yuan."

Meng Gui extended his hand: "Fortune-telling fee is 50 yuan."

Yu Wen pulled out a fifty yuan note, slapping it on his hand: "Here!"

Zhang Chi saw this and laughed, quickly running over to steal the business: "Yu Wen, if you give me 50, I can help you get back those 18 yuan too!"

Yu Wen looked at him and disdainfully said, "Aren’t you planning to give me back the 18 yuan?"

Zhang Chi was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Yu Wen disdainfully: "This shows you have no depth, you’ll never make big money!"

Zhang Chi got angry: "What if I do make money?"

Yu Wen chuckled: "You?"

Zhang Chi vowed to earn money and prove Yu Wen wrong.

After receiving the fifty yuan, Meng Gui casually said, "Before the evening study session, I’ll have her return the money to you."

Yu Wen nodded: "Alright."

Zhang Chi looked at Meng Gui’s striking hairstyle, incredulous: "How can you be so sure?"

Meng Gui didn’t respond.

His aide Cui Yu jumped in: "Zhang Chi, do you know how high Meng Gui’s status in the fortune-telling world is? Let me enlighten you!"

Zhang Chi, skeptical: "How high is his status?"

Cui Yu: "I don’t know either."

...

In the first class of the evening study session, a group of people gathered at the door of Class 8.

Shan Qingrong walked into the classroom, seeing Xue Yuantong calmly sleeping, he became much more amiable, then signaled to the students outside the door to come in with him.

As they swarmed in, six students entered at once, and instantly everyone turned their attention.

Cui Yu whispered, "Wow, two more boys have arrived."

Shan Qingrong cleared his throat and introduced, "Since a few arts and sports students left our class, a few seats opened up, and the school arranged for new students to join our class."

Cui Yu applauded enthusiastically: "Welcome to our big family in Class 8!"

The honest and sincere Dan Xiao: "Welcome!"

Immediately, the applause was thunderous, very lively, making the new students feel warmly welcomed.

Gong Jin felt a pang in his heart, hiding behind Pang Jiao’s robust back, incredulous: "Yongzi, why do we have someone familiar here?"

At this moment, Yin Yu, dressed in a brown coat, stood on the podium, revealing a beaming smile.

Guo Kunnan stared at her face, feeling as if her smile had reached deep into his heart, deep into his Dao heart.

Dan Kaiquan glanced at him and suddenly said: "Has your Dao heart revived?"

Guo Kunnan took a deep breath and solemnly recited: "Imprint it! My beloved!"

In an instant, countless charms whirled in his mind, Manman, Xu Yan, Lu Yaya, Yun Tingting... and now, the monument of love had another beloved!

Guo Kunnan would remember her for a lifetime.

Shan Qingrong, quite amiable, "Let’s have the new students introduce themselves."

As the voice fell, Zhong Huai, who considered himself to have leadership talents, took the lead to walk to the podium. He was wearing an old-fashioned jacket, mature and steady.

He looked at the whole class, thinking to himself: ’This will be a bigger stage, I must win!’

’No, why is there a classmate sleeping?’ Zhong Huai was stunned for a second; this was unreasonable.

However, he was not flustered by this. Zhong Huai was not stage-shy at all and introduced himself: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhong Huai, from Hu Temple Middle School..."

After a round of introduction, he said: "I am very helpful, feel free to ask me anything you don’t understand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in the empty classroom, Cui Yu opened his mouth and asked: "If your mother and wife were jumping off a building at the same time, who would you save first?"

Zhong Huai was stumped, pondering for a few seconds, subconsciously wanting to answer.

Chen Qian adjusted his glasses and said: "They would both hit the ground at the same time."

Shan Qingrong glared at Cui Yu: "Get to the back and stand there!"

Cui Yu walked away with a gloomy face.

The second was Yin Yu; she walked to the podium with a bright face.

Watching her, Meng Zi Yun, for some reason, felt a sense of familiarity as if they were once the same kind of person.

She whispered: "She’s so beautiful. If I looked like her, I’d wake up laughing in my dreams."

Dong Qingfeng pretended not to know: "Really? I have some face blindness?"

Yin Yu stood there with a smile on her face, speaking very clearly: "Hello everyone, my name is Yin Yu, I am 16 years old..."

The sentences were very fluent, with a beautiful broadcasting accent.

Meng Gui dug his ear: "Which Yin?"

Yin Yu: "Yin as in ’Prefect’."

The term was a bit obscure, and Meng Gui couldn’t quite remember: "Which ’Prefect’?"

Liu Chuandao loudly said: "Yin as in ’Dragon Knight’!"

With these words, Meng Gui instantly understood, and many classmates had ambiguous expressions on their faces.

Meng Gui: "Which Yu?"

Yin Yu: "Yu as in ’Jade’."

Meng Gui nodded: "Yin Yu? Why not be called English?"

Shan Qingrong couldn’t bear it anymore: "You also get to the back!"

"Fine, then I’ll listen from the back!" Meng Gui played with his Buddha beads, happily walking towards the back row, to share hardships with his good brothers again.

As a result, the homeroom teacher said: "Cui Yu, come back."

Meng Gui was embarrassed.

After Yin Yu finished introducing herself, another stylish girl walked to the podium. Her face was somewhat alluring, but she spoke very seriously: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Zhaodi. You might think my name sounds earthy, but I think it sounds nice."

Liu Chuandao inquired: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

Hu Jun, who usually didn’t pay much attention to female classmates, suddenly brightened up: "I admire you, classmate!"

"Thank you, I just want to study well." Zhang Zhaodi moved to the side.

Next was Xiao Shaoxiong, who was also not stage-shy: "Hello everyone, my name is Xiao Shaoxiong. My dad drives a Rolls-Royce, my mom drives a Bentley, and I like joking around!"

Duan Shigang felt that this kid was carefree, possibly a kindred spirit, and applauded to welcome him.

Then, it was Han Wen Nuan’s turn. She was very thin, but her eyes were very bright. She said: "Hello everyone, I’m Han Wen Nuan. My hobby is saving time, so the remaining time is for the next classmate."

Finally, it was the last one. She was a girl with black-rimmed glasses, speaking softly: "Hel-hello, I’m Jianxi, from Xuzhou Middle School."

Shan Qingrong said: "Alright, there are still a few empty seats in the class. You can choose where to sit, and we’ll rearrange seats after the midterm exam."

Gong Jin felt a glimmer of hope in his heart: "Just endure it till the midterm exam, then I’ll be free."

...

After Shan Qingrong left, the classroom became quiet again. Wang Longlong, as usual, took the stage to host class tasks.

Zhong Huai and Han Wen Nuan chose seats in the northwest corner of the classroom, behind Dan Xiao, in front of Liu Chuandao and Zhang Chi, a place full of hidden talent.

Zhang Chi greeted proactively: "Hi, Han Wen Nuan, do you have money, lend me two hundred, I don’t have money for food."

The skinny Han Wen Nuan turned around and said: "Thank you."

Zhang Chi was puzzled: "Why are you thanking me?"

Han Wen Nuan: "You’re the first person in the world to think I have two hundred yuan."

Zhang Chi secretly pondered, not having even two hundred, really is poor.

Zhong Huai, determined to perform on the grand stage of Class 8, helped say on behalf of his same-school classmate: "Nuannuan’s family conditions are quite ordinary, always planning to work part-time. If you have any job opportunities, you can introduce them to her."

Zhang Chi took another look at Han Wen Nuan: "You work part-time?"

Then, he shook his head lightly: "Can’t take you in."

Han Wen Nuan didn’t think these city-living, worry-free students could understand the importance of money early on, so she didn’t mind: "No need, I can find it myself."

For some reason, Zhang Chi saw a hint of disdain in her eyes!

Zhang Chi’s self-esteem was offended, unhappy: "You?"

Then, Zhang Chi pulled out a can of yellow peaches and prepared to open it with rough paper obtained from Dan Xiao.

Zhong Huai saw he couldn’t open it after two tries and offered help enthusiastically: "Let me do it."

He took the can of peaches, twisted hard, and the lid came off instantly.

’Privileged city kids.’ Zhong Huai concluded.

The next second, Zhang Chi extended his hand: "Fifteen yuan."

Zhong Huai: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Chi shouted: "I just took it out to wipe the dust, you opened it for me, isn’t that too much?"

’Damn!’ Zhong Huai, unwilling to argue, had no choice but to take out fifteen yuan with a dark face.

In front of Han Wen Nuan, Zhang Chi flaunted the bills: "Earning eight yuan a minute."

The tablemate Liu Chuandao glanced at Zhong Huai, secretly thought: ’Damn, I dare not touch Zhang Chi’s goods.’