Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Don’t Leave After School (7)

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Jih Cheng casually tossed the book into the desk, showing no interest in reading it.

During the following classes, he only took out whichever book was required, but he didn’t flip through a single page.

When class was over, some girls stood not far away, discussing him, yet it was surprising that not one approached.

Jih Cheng would have found it annoying even if these people had come over.

Since they didn’t, it saved him quite a bit of trouble.

By the last period of the day, he glanced sideways at his deskmate.

The pile of reflection papers had grown considerably, but not a single page was filled.

Given her pace, she probably wouldn’t finish during the evening self-study session.

And indeed, she didn’t finish the reflection papers during evening self-study.

But she just stuffed them into her bag and walked straight out of the classroom without giving him a glance.

Jih Cheng wasn’t narcissistic.

But his looks definitely attracted girls.

A quick look at the girls in his class and those from other classes who came to investigate was proof enough.

“Jih Cheng, which school were you from before?”

“Jih Cheng, can we add each other on WeChat?”

“Jih Cheng…”

Jih Cheng frowned at the girls that suddenly crowded around him.

“I don’t have WeChat,” Jih Cheng replied indifferently, quickly moving past the group of girls with his height advantage.

“So handsome!”

“His voice sounds so nice.”

“Once the injury on his face heals, I think our school’s ‘King’ might have to change.”

“He’s a bit too quiet and aloof, but he’s really handsome!”

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“Did you guys know? That transfer student killed someone at his old school.”

“What? Murder?”

“For real?”

“Haven’t you checked the school’s online forum? Someone spilled the beans there…”

“Let me check.”

As soon as Chuzheng entered the classroom, she heard these students discussing the transfer student.

It was completely different from the excited, pink bubbles of gossip from yesterday.

Chuzheng, unconcerned, continued writing her reflection.

When Jih Cheng arrived, he saw that his deskmate was still working on the same reflection paper.

From the number of lines written, she apparently didn’t do any work on it the previous night.

After sitting down, he noticed that his classmates were looking at him strangely, but he didn’t think much of it.

Lunch break.

Chuzheng was eating in the canteen when Zhu Zian, followed by several people, hurried over, scaring away the person sitting next to Chuzheng and taking their seats.

“Hey, little junior sister, is your deskmate called Jih Cheng?”

“Seems like it.”

“…”

What do you mean ‘seems like it’?

Have you never paid attention?

He’s your deskmate!

And he’s quite good-looking, isn’t he the type you little girls like?

There are girls in his class discussing him.

Chuzheng was busy writing her reflection; she hadn’t the time to pay attention to any transfer students.

“Do you know what they’re saying on the forum? That Jih Cheng killed someone.”

“I don’t know.”

Probably remembering that Chuzheng said she didn’t have a phone, Zhu Zian took out his, tapped it a few times, and then showed it to Chuzheng.

“Take a look, little junior sister.”

The post’s title was eye-catching.

——The Real Face of the Transfer Student. To know more about the transfer student, click on this post.

The post was lengthy.

Chuzheng skimmed it briefly.

The gist was that Jih Cheng had killed someone at his previous school and was expelled, after which he transferred to their school.

It was detailed and made it seem as if Tower Master had witnessed it firsthand.

1st floor: Taking the couch.

2nd floor: The iron is hot, Liu Ming.

3rd floor: Leaving

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12th floor: Wow, is the transfer student that badass? He dares to kill people!

14th floor: Don’t you go to jail for murder? Isn’t Tower Master making this up?

18th floor: But the transfer student really has an injury on his face, and ever since he came here, he hardly ever talks, he always seems so gloomy.

26th floor: A murderer in our school, that’s terrifying!

39th floor: Did he really kill someone? Why hasn’t he been arrested? Doesn’t murder require atonement anymore?

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Chuzheng pushed the smartphone back and said calmly, “The post only mentions his expulsion for murder, obscuring key information. There’s nothing interesting to see, just boring.”

Wasting my mealtime.

“No way, little junior sister, you don’t believe it?”

“Murder calls for retribution. He’s still at large, why don’t you guys report it,” Chuzheng suggested.

“…”

Zhu Zian scratched his head, “What key information was blurred?”

“The cause and the outcome.”

Why the murder occurred, whether the person who was killed is really dead or not.

The entire post was about Jih Cheng being expelled for murder.

It didn’t mention either of these points.

Zhu Zian couldn’t keep up with Chuzheng’s way of thinking, he was utterly confused.

What cause, what outcome?

“Little junior sister, how are you not scared at all? What if he really did kill someone?” Zhu Zian wondered.

“Oh.”

So he killed someone.

It’s not like he killed me.

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The little junior sister is so composed!

As a senior, how could they be all flustered!

Zhu Zian made small talk for a bit to change the subject and asked Chuzheng when she was going to buy a phone so they could add each other on WeChat for better contact.

Chuzheng also thought she should buy a smartphone.

It makes spending money more convenient.

[Main Quest: Spend five thousand yuan within an hour.]

Chuzheng: “…”

I’m just trying to have a meal!

I just want to eat quietly!

Damn it, one is showing me a murderer.

Damn it, another is urging me to squander money!

Can’t I just eat in peace!

Is it okay if I stop eating!!

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Chuzheng walked back to the classroom from the cafeteria.

Zhu Zian had taken her stuff for her, and she was walking slowly, so there weren’t many people on the road at this time.

[Hidden Quest: Obtain a Good Person Card from Jih Cheng to prevent his descent into evil.]

Chuzheng: “…”

Damn thing!

[Miss, could you please not curse me?]

Chuzheng spoke earnestly, “You have to learn to accept it, just like me. You send me all these messy quests, and I’ve accepted them.”

[…] Although what Miss says makes sense, they are completely different things, okay!? Feeling so irritated!

Chuzheng looked around, where was that weakling Jih Cheng?!

Even the Good Person Card is feeble.

No problem with being a weakling.

There was some distance between the cafeteria and the academic buildings. When Chuzheng passed by a small garden, she heard voices inside.

Calling it a conversation was a bit of a stretch.

It was more like the humiliating jeers of some boys.

Chuzheng glanced around and took a shortcut into the garden.

The first person she saw was Jih Cheng, standing with his back to her; facing him were some high school sophomores, distinguishable by the way they wore their school uniforms and their demeanor, clearly not the studious type.

“A murderer, huh? So commanding.”

“Tsk, tsk, with a pretty-boy face like that, and you dared to kill someone? Go on, kill one of us to show us.”

“Look at this wimp.”

[Miss, please step in now, scare them off swiftly, and save your Good Person Card!!]

Boost your likability!!

What are you standing there watching for!

The boys, as they spoke, had already started to push and shove him.

Jih Cheng stumbled from their shoving and fell into the bushes next to him.

Just as those boys laughed and stepped forward, planning to continue, the expressions on their faces changed simultaneously and they backed off a few steps.

Jih Cheng propped himself up using the bushes, first straightening out the hair that had been tousled by the bushes, then looking at the people in front of him.

Chuzheng couldn’t see what Jih Cheng did, but as those boys looked at each other, something seemed off, and they turned and ran.

[Miss, this is your chance, ah!!] King’s Account roared.

Jih Cheng turned around, and a cold glint flashed in the bottom of Chuzheng’s eyes.

In his hand was suddenly a knife.

The folding kind.

Jih Cheng probably didn’t expect anyone to be behind him, as he quickly flicked the knife and pocketed it.