Gold Medal Sweetheart

Tang Xin: ...

The corners of her mouth were pulled into a funny angle by Jin Taize. If he wasn't driving and her life and property were in his hands, she would have twisted the man's hand off long ago.

Even though she was clenching her knuckles in anger until they turned white, she could only roll her eyes at him.

"Just like the bracelet, we'll count it together when our current relationship ends." Jin Taize let go of his hand and changed his tone.

She was slightly stunned, remembering that he had said the same thing when she received the first gift he gave her. It was like she had mortgaged her freedom to this man with a valuable item. At that time, she had wished so much to end her relationship with Jin Taize as soon as possible.

But why, when she heard the word "end" now, did she feel an indescribable feeling in her heart?

Yes, sooner or later they will end, and sooner or later he will have to make it clear to the elders in his family who he truly loves.

"This necklace is so valuable, I don't feel safe holding it in my hand." Tang Xin said without waiting for herself to think too much.

"But it makes me feel at ease." Jin Taize said in a good mood.

What kind of talk was that? He was trying to prevent her from giving up on pretending to be his girlfriend, and was using the same old trick again, trying to use it to restrict her freedom. This man could openly express his decadent capitalist ideology of wanting to crush people with money. Tang Xin was truly defeated by him.

I silently despised it in my heart. It turned out that the world of capitalists is full of the stench of money.

"Besides, your taste was really disappointing before. That necklace is really not that great."

Tang Xin fell silent. Although she would never wear this necklace on a normal day, maybe there would be nothing wrong in taking off the old one.

She once thought that the necklace was endowed with special meaning because it was given to her by Cheng Ran. But today she found that even if she took it off, she felt much more relaxed. In fact, isn't the meaning of any object determined by people's wishful thinking and the labels they affix to it?

The car pulled onto a quiet lane. She gazed at the streetlights lining either side of the road. The warm yellow light formed a continuous, undulating pattern of light and dark waves on the ground, the interweaving of light and shadow stretching into the distance, like a life filled with uncertainties. She gave a faint, self-deprecating laugh, recalling her past self, when a sentence suddenly popped into her mind: "There is nothing to worry about in this world; it is the mediocre who worry about it."

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That day, after Tang Xin finished two classes, she helped Director Zhang of General Affairs contact a home appliance recycling company to dispose of the computers that had been replaced for the teachers.

The recycler counted the number of computers and quoted a price. Of course, this kind of second-hand electronic products basically cannot be sold at a high price, so the recycler gave a price that is difficult to describe.

In order to make more money, Director Zhang insisted on the price and refused to lower it. Finally, the recycler said that if the price could not be met, he would not want the computers. However, Director Zhang had no say on the price, so he asked Tang Xin to go to Wang Xiao to make the decision.

Tang Xin walked to the door of the principal's office with a mission, bent her index finger and knocked on the door. After hearing "Come in", she slowly pushed the door open.

However, the gazes from people in the office were exactly the same as the surprised expression she had at that moment.

"Tang Xin!" The man blurted out first.

Tang Xin's eyes were filled with obvious surprise. She looked at the man sitting opposite Wang Xiao and didn't know what was going on. She just mumbled, "Cheng Ran?"

Wang Xiao's eyes swept back and forth between the two people. "Do you know each other?"

Tang Xin seemed to regain some sanity after being interrupted by Principal Wang's voice. She was now in the principal's office, and she came to consult the principal about work.

"We were high school classmates." Tang Xin looked away and answered without any emotion.

Under the man's transparent and bright glasses, his pupils, which originally had a faint scholarly air, were suddenly covered with a layer of darkness. He moved the corners of his mouth to agree, "It's a classmate."

Wang Xiao nodded in understanding, clearly not taking it too seriously. "Teacher Tang, what do you want to talk to me about?"