Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1433 - 617: I’m Also an Eighteen-Year-Old Girl in the Blooming Season, Showing Off Affection isn’t Too Much, Right?

Chapter 1433: Chapter 617: I’m Also an Eighteen-Year-Old Girl in the Blooming Season, Showing Off Affection isn’t Too Much, Right?

Bai Jiao always wears simple-colored clothes like gray, white, and blue, never wearing bright red, purple, or black. Coupled with her fair skin, flowing long hair, and big eyes, she has the charm of an innocent school beauty.

In high school, this type of girl easily captures the boys’ attention, especially when holding books in front of her chest and walking along the sun-dappled paths in a floral dress or jeans. How could any boy not be mesmerized?

She is my white moonlight!

At that moment, many boys had this image imprinted in their hearts, and for years, even decades thereafter, they never forgot it. Especially when their marriages were unhappy, and after having a drink, that image of their white moonlight would rise from the bottom mud of their hearts, leaving them feeling unrested for a long time.

Regret, regret, a huge regret!

Ji Xinyan tried on that kind of outfit for fun during the spring of her second year in high school; she let her long hair down, wore a white skirt with a beige sweater, and paired it with a pair of socks resembling little white shoes. It was a complete knockout.

That spring, she received over twenty love letters, and even junior school boys boldly confessed their love for her.

So Ji Xinyan regretted it and quickly reverted to fashionable attire, but the impact continued for a while.

Freshmen boys at Haijing Polytechnic mostly lacked dating experience and still thought Bai Jiao was the one with the most charm and innocence.

In her own class, Ji Xinyan outshone the seemingly aloof Bai Jiao in popularity due to her generosity and kindness. However, in other classes, Bai Jiao was rated higher than her.

Bai Jiao usually pretended to be aloof, pure, and artistic, which Ji Xinyan didn’t like. But fortunately, Bai Jiao wasn’t a scheming white lotus, and she didn’t hide her desire for a good life from everyone.

"I study hard and improve myself to find a good job and a good husband."

Ji Xinyan appreciated girls who recognized themselves early and worked towards it, and since Bai Jiao wasn’t an evil white lotus showing hostility towards her, Ji Xinyan didn’t target her either.

Otherwise, throughout the semester, Ji Xinyan would have used money and means to isolate Bai Jiao in the dorm.

Watching Bai Jiao live her life every day, Ji Xinyan sometimes entertained a mischievous thought of having Lin Baici hook up with her.

Bai Jiao doesn’t despise my Old Master Lin for being poor and a school slacker, right?

After hooking up, I wonder what her thoughts would be?

I really want to see it!

Then, publicly announce Lin Baici as a big millionaire. Bai Jiao’s expression, after knowing, would definitely be impressive.

If this happened, it would absolutely become Bai Jiao’s black history for life—thinking about it would make her heart bleary.

Ding-dong!

Liu Zilu received a WeChat message. Opening it, she saw it was a transfer of funds from Ji Xinyan.

One thousand yuan!

"What’s going on?"

Liu Zilu looked at Ji Xinyan in astonishment, afraid to tap on the message.

"It’s the first allowance from my master. I’m happy and sharing some with you, so everyone benefits!"

Ji Xinyan chuckled merrily.

Lin Baici gave her ten million to buy furniture and do renovations. Truth be told, Ji Xinyan could falsify accounts to embezzle hundreds of thousands, and Lin Baici likely wouldn’t notice or care, but Ji Xinyan didn’t embezzle a penny; she even used it for short-term investments.

She covered any principal losses herself, and if she earned money, it was all for Lin Baici.

The Senior Monitor must know she’s an excellent butler!

"Huh?"

Liu Zilu looked at the transfer information and then at Ji Xinyan with a suspicious gaze, "Am I also part of your game?"

"Just say if you want it or not?"

Ji Xinyan thought, you overthink. You don’t even get to be the warm foot maid.

"Of course, I want it!"

That’s half a month’s living expenses!

Liu Zilu tapped, hearing the pleasant sound of a thousand yuan credited to her account, she beamed, "Thank you, Miss, thanks to your master!"

Liu Zilu chimed along.

This kind of personality is why Ji Xinyan is willing to take her along.

If it were Pei Fei and their relationship was even better, Ji Xinyan wouldn’t give her money, not even one hundred yuan, for fear of being misunderstood as belittling her integrity.

"I’ll treat for chicken thighs at lunch today!"

After saying this, Liu Zilu curiously asked, "Yan Yan, what’s your master’s surname?"

"Guess?"

Ji Xinyan took a screenshot of the transfer message, then opened Xiao Hongshu, logged into a small account, edited, and posted.

Boyfriend gave me pocket money again!

Oh!

I said no, but he didn’t listen!

So much,

How do I even spend it?

Ji Xinyan hummed a small tune.

I’m also an eighteen-year-old blossoming girl, showing a bit of love, not excessive, right?

...

Lin Baici sat on the office chair, looking at the WeChat list, a bit bewildered.

Do I really have so few friends?

Can’t send large red envelopes to my childhood friend, or they would inquire deeply.

Troublesome!

Just send a hundred yuan!

Let him have a good meal.

Forget about Long Miaomiao, Yi Jisheng, and Li Yintong; they are God Hunters, not lacking money, more interested in Meteorite Coins.

Lin Baici scrolled down the list and saw Zhang Hao and Nangong Shu.

Those are big shots...

Skip! Skip!

Lin Baici realized that almost all his friends were God Hunters. After more than a year of college, he hadn’t made many ordinary friends.

Of course, even if he had friends like Fang Mingyuan and Hu Wenwu, he didn’t dare to send random red envelopes to them either.

At school, Lin Baici still wanted to keep a low profile.

Mi Qin?

Lin Baici saw this senior, and the two had only met at last year’s welcome party and once by chance at Goryeo airport upon returning home.