Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Qin Weiming had already considered this when he was with Joey Wong. He didn't care about those things. As for Fang Yanmei, her ambition was much stronger than he thought. Without his help, Fang Yanmei would be very successful on her own.

Now, it would seem a bit ridiculous for Qin Weiming to say anything about helping her, even though Fang Yanmei was unaware of this.

However, after some reflection, Qin Weiming abandoned his original intention to help others and instead focused on how he should live his own life well.

If all you want is money, status, and fame, you can simply go to school, graduate, and enter the entertainment industry. You can make a living and become a star without much trouble.

But besides that, Qin Weiming also had to think about what he really wanted. As for Wang Zuxian, he originally just wanted to admire her and look at her. After all, it was hard to resist such a beautiful woman, especially since she was only fourteen years old.

"If I can win Xiaoxian's heart, even if it doesn't last long, it will be worth it." This was Qin Weiming's thought. He knew very well how high she would go in the future, but now he had inquired about Wang Zuxian's thoughts. It seemed that her most fundamental thought was to become a basketball player.

After retiring in the future, Wang Zuxian plans to become a physical education teacher at a school or a coach for a school team, just like her parents.

In that situation, it was perfectly reasonable for him to pursue her, right? Forget it, Qin Weiming shook his head again. He shouldn't always set boundaries for himself. If he wanted to pursue her, he should. It would be strange if he didn't want to pursue a great beauty.

As for what Qin's mother was thinking, that was beyond Qin Weiming's comprehension. However, he did have some other thoughts at the moment, which he couldn't reveal too clearly to Qin's mother.

"What are you doing, nodding and shaking your head like that? Did you have a stroke?" Qin's mother found Qin Weiming's strange behavior amusing and quickly patted his shoulder twice to bring him back to his senses.

"Mom, I'm fine. I was just thinking about something. Why did you take a picture of me? Okay, okay, this is my classroom. I'm going to report for duty." Qin Weiming found his classroom, which was on the third floor of the second building. It seemed that the lower the grade, the higher the floor they were on.

"Alright, then Mom will go pay the money. You stay here and don't cause any trouble." Qin's mother thought she didn't have anything to do here, so she simply gave him a few instructions and then left.

While everyone else was still whispering among themselves, Qin Weiming curiously and excitedly peered into the doorway. He noticed that there were quite a few other pretty girls in the class, which made him quite captivated.

"Where are you from? I've never seen you before. I used to be from Baiyun Art School." At this moment, a quirky girl ran over to Qin Weiming. Her smile was very cute, and she even showed a small tiger tooth. She took the initiative to greet Qin Weiming, and Qin Weiming naturally smiled back.

I never thought I'd be the one getting hit on. I guess the atmosphere was really nice, and we were all going to be classmates, so hitting on someone who looked good has become something most people do these days.

Except for a few children who were too shy to open up or were doing other things, everyone else had already started chatting with others on their own.

"I wasn't from Baiyun before, and this is my first time attending an arts school. What's your name? I'm Qin Weiming," Qin Weiming introduced himself.

The girl opposite him immediately lost interest in Qin Weiming upon hearing his name. She sized him up for a moment longer and said, "Your name is Qin Weiming. No wonder I've never seen you before. My name is Zhao Ning. I still want to find my friend from art school. Sorry."

After saying that, she waved goodbye to Qin Weiming. Watching her back, Qin Weiming was a little speechless.

Why is she being discriminatory about her school affiliation? She didn't attend an arts school before, but she does now. This girl really doesn't know how to be flexible, what a waste of her decent-looking face.

Just as Qin Weiming was feeling down, the boy next to him nudged him: "Hey, why were you chatting with that girl just now? She doesn't seem that easy to approach. Didn't she even look down on you?"

"How would I know? She just insists on contacting people from arts schools and then ignores me. Dude, you wouldn't do that too, would you?" Qin Weiming immediately said.

"My name is Dong Jianhua. Don't pay any attention to her. Who knows what that little girl is thinking all day? Hehe, let me tell you, I have a lot of resources for pretty girls. Just give me five NT dollars, and I can give you a girl's contact information. I guarantee you'll be satisfied," Dong Jianhua said mysteriously to Qin Weiming.

Seeing his deliberately lowered voice, Qin Weiming was a little speechless: "Really? Do those girls know you're doing this?"

"Of course not. I can only give you my contact information. What you do after that is up to you. What do you expect me to do for five NT dollars? If you don't want it, I'll just sell it to someone else." Dong Jianhua was a chubby guy who looked as honest and simple as dough, but Qin Weiming didn't dare to underestimate him. Since the other party was able to get in, and with such good looks, he must be very capable or have very strong connections.

"Five NT dollars, okay, here you go. I want the contact information of the prettiest girl in the whole school." Qin Weiming thought for a moment and then took out the money.

Dong Jianhua had just happily accepted the money when he heard this, and he immediately withdrew his hand as if it were a hot potato. However, his hand had already subconsciously taken the money Qin Weiming handed him. When he came to his senses, he looked at Qin Weiming with a tearful expression: "Dude, I only made 5 yuan from you, and you expect me to give you the contact information of the prettiest girl? You're ripping me off."

"I treat you like a brother. Why would I need the contact information of someone who isn't the prettiest? Just ask for it yourself. I'm not ugly, and I have a good mouth. Do you think anyone would refuse to give it to me?" Qin Weiming immediately glared at Dong Jianhua, pouted, and refused to take the money from Dong Jianhua's hand this time: "Anyway, you give me the price, I'll pay, so you have to help me find the contact information of the prettiest girl."

"Alright, business is business, and I can't go back on my word, but how am I supposed to know which girl is the prettiest?" Dong Jianhua looked a bit worried. He really hadn't expected that his very first deal would be such a disaster.

Remembering what his mother had just said, Qin Weiming mysteriously pulled Dong Jianhua aside: "You know, usually when a girl is pretty, other girls will admire her a little, talk to her more, and try to become friends with her. When she appears, people usually give her a few extra glances. But what if she's an exceptionally pretty girl?"

"What?" Tung Chee-hwa was persuaded by his words.

Qin Weiming pointed to a pretty girl who had just come in through the door, and Dong Jianhua's gaze followed her.

Sure enough, the other boys in the class were talking louder than before, and soon after the girl sat down, two girls immediately went to her. Soon the three of them were chatting and laughing intimately, as if they had become best friends.

"This is the treatment a pretty girl gets." Dong Jianhua immediately understood the meaning of Qin Weiming's words.

After all, the example in front of him was too vivid, and Qin Weiming pointed to the doorway again: "So I'll wait for the prettiest girl. When she comes in, there should be screams and whispers throughout the corridor. Then you'll find a way to get her contact information for me. How about it, are you confident?"

Tung Chee-hwa gave Qin Weiming a deathly look, then gritted his teeth and said, "I have it."

Regardless of the circumstances, Tung Chee-hwa had already agreed to Qin Weiming's request, so there was no point in talking about his confidence at this point, since he only had one path to take now.

As the two were talking, people would occasionally cast curious glances at them. After all, both Qin Weiming and Dong Jianhua were quite eye-catching in appearance. It was rare to see a chubby boy like Dong Jianhua on campus, while people like Qin Weiming, who were above average in looks but not particularly good-looking, were a common sight on campus.

Qin Weiming, with a mischievous grin on his face, pulled Dong Jianhua along to count the students. There were about forty people in the class, and four or five girls who were quite pretty or very beautiful came in later. Sure enough, the noise in the classroom and the corridor gradually increased slightly.

Each of these changes left Tung Chee-hwa in awe of Qin Weiming's judgment: "Brother, you've got some skills. I didn't expect that while everyone seemed to be chatting, they were actually secretly keeping an eye on the door."

"Right? You still have a lot to learn," Qin Weiming said smugly.

Just then.

"Hey beautiful, which class are you in?"

"Hey beautiful, are you a freshman? Can I help you with your bag?"

……

Suddenly, a sound like an explosion erupted in the corridor.

The once peaceful campus suddenly erupted in excitement.

Tung Chee-hwa stared at Qin Weiming with a look of horror, exactly as Qin Weiming had described when he came in.

How did the other party guess so accurately?