Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 277 - 243: Come Home with Me

Chapter 277: Chapter 243: Come Home with Me

[Has it come out yet?]

[There’s such a big prompt blocking the livestream room; do you think it’s out yet?]

[Damn, it’s been almost three hours now since he went into the public toilet and blocked it. How hard is it to insert an identity hiding card?]

[Haha, seriously, dude, do you still believe the host went in to insert the card?]

[Huh? Isn’t that it?]

[I think his understanding is correct, so how is it not inserting the card then]

[Whether it’s inserting a card or a refresh point, it’s not like we can see it. I just want to know, how come Jiu cilang spent three hours inside and now it’s time for dinner? Isn’t he going to do his main task or make money?]

[Has the host forgotten what his main task is?]

...

...

"Earn 2,000 yuan? In 48 hours?"

Coming out of the toilet, Guan Ailin was being led by Wen Nan, walking somewhat awkwardly for certain reasons, and her voice was a bit hoarse.

"Yes." Wen Nan nodded and slowed his pace deliberately to accommodate her mobility issues. "We have a dinner gathering tonight, and before we head to the karaoke place, I plan to swing by the nearby talent market to see if there’s any opportunity."

As he spoke, Wen Nan looked up, glancing at the already dark night.

Unexpectedly, before he even knew it, it was already this late...

For Wen Nan now, indulgence doesn’t harm him physically, but it sure does cause trouble!

It’s so late, even if they go to the talent market, it’s unlikely they’ll find any opportunity, and he needs a quick-earn job within two days (now only a day and a half left); just thinking about it gives him a headache.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the person beside him speak: "I’ll earn money to support you."

Wen Nan paused his steps, turning to look at Guan Ailin.

At this moment, Guan Ailin slightly tilted her head up, the lamplight along the street casting a golden sheen over her beautiful light-colored pupils.

A seemingly casual statement, yet her gaze was very serious. Was she really intending to support him?

Wen Nan chuckled softly, unable to resist reaching out to tousle Guan Ailin’s smooth long hair.

This kind of "pat on the head," if it were Qiqi, she might happily squint her eyes and call out "brother," hug Wen Nan’s arm, and start acting coquettish.

But with Guan Ailin, it caused a hint of annoyance to appear in her eyes, which had been seriously watching Wen Nan.

Raising her hand to push away Wen Nan’s hand from her head, Guan Ailin frowned slightly, saying sternly, "I’m serious."

Wen Nan grasped her cold fingers gently, giving them a light squeeze, "I know, but this world is so different from the one you came from. Here, making two thousand yuan isn’t that easy."

Guan Ailin raised her head, seeing an unfamiliar campus with an old school gate arch, along with oddly shaped flower beds and streetlights.

"I know," Guan Ailin replied, "the world is different, but the most basic market rules don’t change. Where there is a gap in demand, there are paths to make money."

Wen Nan looked at her stern and delicate profile, eventually nodding, "Then I’ll wait for you."

Even though he said he’d wait for Guan Ailin to earn money, Wen Nan unconsciously headed towards the talent market direction after leaving the school gate while holding her hand.

Crossing the road in front of the school gate, what appeared at the other side of the intersection stopped Wen Nan in his tracks—

Outside the main gate of University T, separated by a road, was another teachers’ university. Due to its nature as a teachers’ university, in most people’s eyes, the students here were the ones who would become the excellent educators of the future.

In this era, the sprouts of new educational trends are just beginning, and large-scale, systematic chain education and training institutions simply do not exist.

In such a market environment, some well-off families, wanting to find extracurricular tutors for their children, usually go through recommendations from relatives and friends to select suitable candidates from nearby reputable universities, then arrange for them to give a trial lesson or two at home. If suitable, they’d privately sign a one-on-one contract.

Among those who didn’t have relatives or friends to help with introductions, a significant number contributed to the scene unfolding ahead—

Many young-looking students from the teachers’ college, standing or sitting, gathered in a small plaza outside the school gate, each holding a small paper sign with the word "tutor" written in prominent red or black letters.

Some students even added small notes below the word to indicate their major and the subjects they specialized in tutoring. They also made a point to note "Current student of Huashi Teachers’ University" to establish their legitimacy, differentiating themselves from other students coming from lesser colleges attempting to mix in.

This small plaza evidently hadn’t been established overnight. Though not as bustling as the talent market, during the prime time just before dinner, it attracted quite a bit of interest from local residents, mostly housewives with shopping bags or middle-aged men carrying briefcases, who stopped to ask a few students questions like "What year are you in?" "Which college?" "Have you tutored before?"

Occasionally, a few students managed to secure a contract on the spot, but the success rate wasn’t particularly high.

Just as students started preparing to "pack up" and head home bit by bit, a sleek black Maserati pulled up at the roadside of the little plaza.