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A Beachcombing Girl and a Cool, Aloof Campus Heartthrob (Part 1)

"Song Ning, right? Here, this is your fishing license."

"Thank you."

Having received the certificate, Song Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone, took a picture of his qualification certificate, and then casually recorded a short video and posted it on his account.

"After all the hard work, I finally got my fishing license. My goal is to save up enough money to buy my own fishing boat someday, and then I'll take you guys to experience what it's like to go fishing at sea!"

The video quickly attracted several comments after it was posted.

"Did the streamer really go and get a permit? Actually, there's no need to be so particular. Beachcombing bloggers don't need permits at all. These permits are usually only obtained by legitimate fishermen."

"The person upstairs doesn't understand, so don't talk nonsense. Fisheries have always been strictly regulated. Having a license is better than not having one. The streamer just hasn't gotten into trouble yet. But if some idiot reports the streamer one day, having a license will make things much easier."

"Does the streamer want to buy a boat? A fishing boat isn't cheap. You probably won't make that much with your 100,000 followers. You need at least a million followers. Streamer, keep up the good work and edit more beachcombing videos. I love watching your beachcombing videos. They're much more authentic and interesting than other beachcombing streamers."

Song Ning didn't read any of the comments. He put the newly issued documents into the compartment of his electric scooter and then put his phone away.

Two long, snow-white legs peeked out from the shorts, the straight, fair legs straddling the electric scooter with a pitiful look. After putting on the helmet, the scooter pounced and stopped in front of a small restaurant in the town.

"Hey, isn't this the handsome young man who just moved in? Come on, what would you like to eat?"

The middle-aged woman, who was sitting and watching short dramas while peeling garlic, looked up and recognized him immediately, greeting him cheerfully.

"Auntie, please give me a bowl of fish noodles, no spice, thank you."

Song Ning, a little shy, found a seat and took out her phone to scan the QR code to pay.

"Paying after you finish eating is the same. You're quite impatient, handsome young man."

The woman chuckled as she turned and went into the kitchen. "You want a bowl of fish noodles without chili, right? It'll be ready in a minute."

Song Ning didn't refute, but simply opened her phone to look at the comments.

This small shop has been open for more than ten years. The walls show signs of disrepair and cracks, but the tabletops and floors are spotless, indicating that the shop is well-maintained.

Nine tables and chairs were neatly arranged from the entrance inwards. On the ninth table, an older woman's cell phone was making a loud buzzing sound.

Three years after the apocalypse, I was reborn overnight into a completely new world. To my utter delight, the resource-hoarding system I had painstakingly acquired in my previous life came with me to this new world. With this system, I'm determined to use it to carve out a new life for myself this time…

As Song Ning listened, she suddenly gripped her phone tightly and looked around nervously.

It's a little past three in the afternoon, just before four, and there's no one else in the shop except him.

Feeling inexplicably relieved, Song Ning glanced down at her phone again.

His phone is an older model; he bought it two or three years ago for less than a thousand yuan. Apart from some minor scratches and paint chips, it's basically 90% new and has remained smooth for many years, so he hasn't replaced it.

"Day~"

Song Ning's hand trembled slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at her phone screen.

Jiang Wanli: Seriously, Song Ning? We've known each other for so long, and you pull this on me? You…

My finger couldn't resist tapping the message, and a long paragraph of text seemed to burst out of the screen.

[Jiang Wanli: Seriously, Song Ning? We've known each other for so long, and you pull this on me? Where the hell are you? I've already arranged that job for you. You could start immediately as soon as you arrive. It's an internship that most people would kill for. Instead of thanking me, you run away at a time like this?]

[Jiang Wanli: Song Ning, I know you're a little angry with me because I rejected you, but to be honest, I don't like men anyway, so your sudden confession to me is bound to be a bit hard for me to accept, right?]

[Jiang Wanli: Besides, whether I accept your confession or not is one thing, but you can't gamble with your future. The school will need you to submit documents later, and if you don't have a job, how are you going to submit them?]

[Jiang Wanli: I can tolerate your little tantrums without getting angry, but this job was something I worked really hard to arrange for you. I even spent three thousand yuan on cigarettes and alcohol and treated people to meals for you. You can't let all that go to waste, can you?]

They talk too much, but not a single word of it is pleasant to hear.

Without thinking, Song Ning was about to block the guy, but then paused and switched to Do Not Disturb mode.

As a result, he scrolled through his WeChat Moments again.

Most of the posts were from students about their internships, some to show off, some to vouch for themselves, and so on.

Jiang Wanli's WeChat Moments post was the most pretentious. In a huge private room with a purple hue, a table full of empty wine bottles was piled up, and a dozen or so cigarettes were stacked next to it. Among the dozen or so pairs of legs on the sofa in the picture, five pairs of legs were wearing black stockings.

It looks pretentious, but it's actually very low-class.

Song Ning retreated expressionlessly, choosing not to look at Jiang Wanli's WeChat Moments.

Just as he finished doing all that and was about to turn off the screen, he suddenly remembered something and refreshed it again.

Just then, a new post popped up on my WeChat Moments.

It was a very simple profile picture, featuring an incredibly handsome black panther with eyes that seemed to be looking directly at him, making it particularly eye-catching.

Song Ning took a deep breath and clicked to take a look.

Lance, who was the most popular among their peers but also widely regarded as the most aloof, posted a new message on his WeChat Moments.

'An ending and departure are also new beginnings.'

Song Ning pursed her lips and stared for a while, looking a little unhappy.

So people misunderstood that he was confessing his feelings to Jiang Wanli, but in reality, the person he was really going to confess to had already broken up with her boyfriend?

So what does his blunder count as? Not only did he fail to confess his feelings, but he also suffered a premature breakup?

Thinking about the blunder of her 'confessing' to Jiang Wanli, Song Ning couldn't help but grab a handful of hair.

"Hey handsome young man, why are you pulling your hair? Stop it! Eat your noodles, eat your fish noodles, they're so delicious, just leave your hair alone. My daughter said that young people these days are already worried about losing their hair, you're still young and have a lot of hair, you should cherish it."

Song Ning awkwardly lowered his hand and offered a dry explanation.

"I...I haven't washed my hair and it's a little itchy..."

The little mouth closed.

It's better not to say anything!