Yexueyi laughed when she heard this, clearly not believing that Su Hang would win. "What do you want?"
"Let me think about it." Su Hang pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he said with a grin, "If I win Qianfeng, you find some time to run naked around the school playground, how about that?"
"What? You actually want a girl to run naked around the playground, you pervert." Yexueyi almost lost her temper, her face turning red, her eyes staring at Su Hang like two gemstones, clearly emitting flames.
Su Hang quickly waved his hands, "Just a joke, why take it so seriously?"
Hearing it was a joke, Yexueyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. If this guy had been serious, she would have had to reassess his character.
"Or how about this." Su Hang leaned in, grinning, "If I win, I want you to go to our department's broadcasting room and read a love letter to me."
"You, you scoundrel."
Yexueyi's face turned red with anger, and it took her a long time to come up with a scolding, and even then, it was just calling Su Hang a scoundrel, which didn't hurt at all and had no technical content.
Because she got excited, her voice was a bit loud, and the entire classroom suddenly fell silent. Eyes shot over, and Su Hang turned around to see a sea of fiery gazes, as if they wanted to peel him alive, making him shiver.
Teasing a goddess, this was a collective offense!
Heads could be cut off, blood could be shed, but the goddess must not be taken away! This was the cry of all the losers!
"Cough, cough!"
At this moment, the old man Chu on the podium cleared his throat, glanced down over his reading glasses, and the atmosphere in the classroom returned to normal.
The feeling of being pricked by thorns instantly disappeared, and Su Hang breathed a long sigh of relief.
Chu only glanced once, then turned back to continue writing on the blackboard. Those who were talking continued talking, those playing with their phones continued playing, and those sleeping continued sleeping.
Yexueyi glared at Su Hang, clearly blaming him for embarrassing her by making such a request. Wasn't he just setting her up to lose face in front of the entire department?
"Looks like you're not that confident in Chu Feng, huh?" Su Hang lowered his voice and said to Yexueyi.
"Who said that?" Yexueyi glared at Su Hang.
Su Hang shrugged, "If you were confident in him, why would you be afraid of losing? Now, I'm willing to bet, are you not?"
"Bet, then bet, I don't believe you can win." Provoked by Su Hang, Yexueyi bit her lip and agreed to the bet. After all, Qianfeng was carefully trained by his grandfather. How could he lose to a freshman who probably couldn't even read a design drawing? If Su Hang won, it would be against all reason.
Su Hang grinned, "Yexueyi, you're indeed straightforward. Don't worry, when you confess, I'll reject you."
"We'll see, I'll prepare the freshest loofah and pig intestines for you." Yexueyi glared and also made a threat.
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Rented apartment.
"My sister asked me to bring these to you."
Xue Qi, panting, carried two engines up to the seventh floor. Although he was a martial arts expert with physical abilities far beyond ordinary people, he was still drenched in sweat and exhausted.
Dropping the two iron objects on the ground, Xue Qi took a few deep breaths, picked up Su Hang's teacup, and gulped down the tea without caring how old it was.
"Be careful, if you break them, can you afford to pay?" These two iron objects were priceless, and Su Hang scolded Xue Qi for his rough handling.
"Are they just two iron lumps? How precious can they be?" Xue Qi rolled his eyes, "Bro, when did you start collecting scrap?"
"Scrap, my sister." Su Hang glared at Xue Qi, and "blind as a bat" was the perfect description for this guy. "Move these two iron lumps to the inner room."
"I'm not a mover." Xue Qi complained, unwillingly picked up the two iron lumps, and carried them into Su Hang's bedroom.
Su Hang heard a thud and couldn't help but twitch his face.
Coming out of the bedroom, Xue Qi walked to Su Hang, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to him, "My sister asked me to give this to you."
Su Hang took it and was about to open it when Xue Qi leaned in, "What's inside?"
"A love letter." Su Hang stopped and looked up at Xue Qi.
Xue Qi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Don't joke, my sister writing you a love letter? You're kidding, right?"
Su Hang was just joking and never intended for Xue Qi to believe it. Opening the envelope, he found only a bank card from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, with nothing else inside.
"Whoa, money?" Xue Qi looked shocked; in his eyes, a bank card meant money.
On the back of the card was a piece of paper with six digits, which was likely the password. Su Hang's lips curved into a smile. Xue Xuan was quite trustworthy. If he guessed correctly, there should be one million in the card.
"How much?" Xue Qi asked curiously.
"Guess."
Su Hang replied, then took the card and went downstairs to the ATM to check.
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At the ATM downstairs, he checked the balance, and it was exactly one million. Seeing this number, Su Hang didn't feel much, but Xue Qi's eyes almost popped out.
One million wasn't much to the old Xue Qi, who could spend it in a single visit to a high-end club. But since coming to Rongcheng and being cut off from his financial resources, his family had strictly forbidden anyone from helping him. Now, even 100 yuan had to be carefully planned. Seeing so much money in the card, he was more excited than Su Hang.
"Bro, why did my sister give you so much money? You didn't get taken in by her, did you?"
Xue Qi stared at Su Hang, deeply regretting not keeping the envelope. If he had known it contained a bank card, he would have kept it. One million yuan was enough for him to indulge for a long time.
"Get lost!" Su Hang put away the bank card and spat at Xue Qi, "Go play somewhere else, I don't need you for now."
"I haven't even had lunch today!" Xue Qi's face turned sour.
"Come on, didn't I give you 200 yuan yesterday? Did you use it all up?" Su Hang looked at Xue Qi speechlessly.
Xue Qi laughed dryly, "Bro, you know the prices now. A bowl of noodles costs 20 to 30 yuan. How long can 200 yuan last? I've been very, very frugal."