Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting's nonsense was probably only completely believed by Zheng Miaoying.

Although she didn't understand what purpose a schoolbag could serve if it wasn't for carrying books, she believed it when Lin heard about it.

Lin Ting never expected that what she initially wanted was just to find a cashier, but ended up with a female lead friend who was devoted to her and believed everything.

"Yingzi, with your personality, I might really sell you off if I ever need money." Lin Ting muttered softly, as if scaring Zheng Miaoying, or perhaps reminding herself.

Yingzi blinked her bright, intelligent eyes: "Then could you sell me to my mother?"

Lin Ting: "..."

Good news: Yingzi has started using her brain.

Bad news: It's better to do nothing.

Lin Ting was speechless, feeling helpless after being hit in the face by Zheng Miaoying's abacus beads.

She took a bag of cookies out of her pocket and pushed it towards her: "You haven't had breakfast, have you? Here, eat up, have some more."

Zheng Miaoying shook her head: "I'm not hungry, you can keep it for yourself."

The biscuits were specially brought to Zheng Miaoying by Lin Ting because she saw that Zheng Miaoying hadn't eaten breakfast, but she said, "You'd better eat them quickly, or I'll find a funnel and force-feed them to you."

Feeling threatened, Zheng Miaoying tore open the biscuit bag and ate it in small bites.

She whispered, "I don't have time to earn money now, I want to... um, eat well... I want to save some."

"You risk your life to save money when you're young, and then use that money to treat illnesses when you're old. What are you after? Are you contributing to the advancement of medical care?"

Zheng Miaoying nodded thoughtfully, feeling that what Lin had said made sense.

While eating a cookie, she opened her textbook, pushed it in front of Lin Ting, and said, "These are yesterday's notes. You can copy them."

Lin Ting stared at Zheng Miaoying's study notes, her head buzzing.

Originally, she was very satisfied with her English major—she had previously worked in foreign trade, had several foreign clients, and had no problem communicating in English.

It's great that she doesn't have to spend too much time studying, as this gives her more time to start her business.

But look at the textbook...

This doesn't seem to be English she knows.

The first word on the vocabulary list wasn't "abandon".

Lin Ting pondered and thought... She felt that this was probably the foreigners' fault. Why did they not usually speak in long and complicated sentences of three or four lines? As a result, she couldn't use what she had learned, and she forgot it over time.

Adhering to the idea of ​​"avoiding internal strife if you can shift the blame," Lin Ting quickly calmed herself down.

She grabbed Zheng Miaoying's textbook and frowned as she looked at it for three minutes.

I can't concentrate on reading a single word.

You can't learn a single thing from this.

She couldn't help but feel fortunate—thankfully, she had transmigrated to university. If it had been before the college entrance exam, she would definitely have achieved a score that would have gotten her kicked out of the house.

Lin Ting returned the textbook to Zheng Miaoying and instructed her, "Study hard."

Zheng Miaoying looked at her curiously: "And what about you?"

Lin Ting: "I'm living well."

Lin Ting, in a fit of despair, slumped onto the table, yawning listlessly.

She was so excited last night that she didn't sleep a wink, and now she gets sleepy just looking at the blackboard.

Before the school bell rang, many students were whispering among themselves.

"...Really, I saw it, they came back together!"

"She didn't come to class yesterday... I went to their dorm last night, but she wasn't there either..."

"So the two of them..."

"Hey hey hey!"

When I'm sleepy, the sounds around me always seem especially loud.

Lin Ting covered her ears, manually blocking out external noise.

Lin Ting slept soundly all morning, hypnotized by knowledge.

As soon as the bell rang, she instantly perked up, stretched, and said to Zheng Miaoying, "Yingzi, let's go, we'll go see..."

Before she could finish speaking, the students in the front row suddenly turned to look at her.

Lin Ting: "...?"

"Why are you looking at me? My creditors have come knocking on my door?"

She muttered something subconsciously, then suddenly remembered—she didn't owe any debts!

She didn't owe any debts.

But she owed a meal.

I don't know how Jiang Zong found out which classroom she was in, but he was waiting outside her classroom door.

“They didn’t say where we’d meet this morning,” Jiang Zong explained.

"Um, it's okay, my friend is with us... um?"

Lin Ting is now basically immune to the stares of the experts; she is calm and even wants to invite Zheng Miaoying to join her.

Turning around, she saw Yingzi still sitting in the same spot where they had just been, looking at her with a blessing in her eyes, waving frantically to indicate that she didn't want to be with them.

Lin Ting was speechless.

She pressed her temple and changed her mind, saying, "Let's ignore her and go."

Jiang Zong naturally disliked large crowds, and upon hearing this, he immediately nodded, as if afraid that Lin Ting might change his mind.

Lin Ting originally wanted to invite Jiang Zong out for a meal, but he said he had classes in the afternoon, so the two went to the cafeteria instead.

As always, we ate without speaking, as always, we were surrounded by onlookers, and as always, the food was delicious.

Lin Ting ate her fill. She found that Jiang Zong was a great dining companion; she always had good things happen to her whenever she ate with him.

After dinner, on the way back to the dormitory, Lin Ting was pondering how to develop this temporary dining companion with her lucky charm into a long-term relationship when Jiang Zong suddenly stopped.

Lin Ting subconsciously stopped and looked at him curiously.

Jiang Zong stared at her, his lips pressed tightly together, his serious expression suggesting he was making a life-or-death decision.

Lin Ting felt a little flustered by his gaze and subconsciously touched her face.

There are no rice grains.

Jiang Zong took a deep breath and finally spoke as if he had made up his mind:

"Lin Ting, can we be good friends?"

Lin Ting: "..."

Lin Ting: "...?"

Why did he have to use such a death-defying expression and tone for just one sentence?

Lin Ting felt that Jiang Zong's ability to say such things must have something to do with Jiang's father.

She was really wrong this time.

Jiang's father had given up all hope for Jiang Zong's social life. Regarding his contact with Lin Ting, he felt it would be much easier for him to do it himself than for his son to do it.

Jiang Zonghui's request was actually related to Chen Jun.

He and Chen Jun were both in the economics department and lived in the same dormitory.

Chen Jun knew that he didn't come home last night, and this morning, the news that he returned with Lin Ting was known to everyone... Perhaps only Lin Ting herself didn't know, after all, she slept all morning.

During class in the morning, Chen Jun said sarcastically that Lin Ting must be dating Jiang Zong. They were together during the winter break, and Jiang Zong even got angry for his lover.

Dating someone and staying out all night.

Almost everyone looked at him with meaningful eyes, and some of the more sarcastic ones even asked him what it felt like.

The first time, Jiang Zong patiently fabricated a lie.

He said, "Lin Ting and I are good friends. She was sick last night, so I took her to the hospital."

He rarely spoke so much, and with his cold expression, he was quite persuasive.

The classmate believed it, but then a problem arose—

He and Lin Ting aren't friends.

If the lie is exposed, her reputation will be ruined.