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Chapter 300 - 252: The Little Snake Hugs the Chick_2

Chapter 300: Chapter 252: The Little Snake Hugs the Chick_2

He scratched his head, always feeling like there’s something off about the current atmosphere, as if he’s encountered it somewhere before...

Right, it was like when his parents used to argue at home, that’s exactly what this feels like, exactly the same.

If this keeps deteriorating, the two might enter a long cold war phase; in the end, only a session of intimacy could resolve the stalemate.

As he was thinking aimlessly about it, he heard Minmin speak from the other side:

"I can help, but there’s a condition. You have to stay at my place until this is over. No wandering around."

Wen Nan asked, "Your place? The girls’ dormitory?"

Minmin said, "I have a car."

Yin Zhi’en: "Wow, you’re impressive; you have your own car at such a young age. What brand?"

Wen Nan: "Blood donation bus."

Minmin: "Yes."

Yin Zhi’en: ...

Yin Zhi’en kept silent, feeling that he was not on the same wavelength as these two, so it was better not to join the conversation.

About the blood donation bus, Wen Nan began suspecting it shortly after he went to the entrance of Plum Garden. But at that time, he was in a hurry to meet Lv Xiaohong, so he didn’t have time to ask in detail—

There was a white blood donation bus parked on the roadside of the main road by Plum Garden, about the size of a medium bus.

Such mobile blood donation buses can often be seen on campus. When Wen Nan saw it at first glance, he didn’t pay much attention. But after standing at the entrance of Plum Garden for a while, he noticed no one ever showed up near the bus, which aroused his suspicion.

Later on, when Minmin told Wen Nan to stay near Plum Garden to ensure safety, she kept glancing at the blood donation bus by the road without thinking. That’s when a suspicion faintly arose in Wen Nan’s mind—

That blood donation bus might very well be Minmin’s tool or equipment, just like the circle Sun Wukong drew for his master. As long as one stayed near the blood donation bus, one’s safety could be somewhat ensured.

So when Minmin mentioned having a car again, Wen Nan blurted out, "Blood donation bus."

Seems like he guessed it right.

...

...

minutes later, a blood donation bus suddenly appeared on the open ground in front of the Science Department’s third residence.

"Don’t stray more than 10 meters away from this bus."

Minmin instructed Wen Nan, then turned to head towards Yin Zhi’en. Midway, she returned to the front of the bus, pulled out a bank card, and shoved it into Wen Nan’s hand, "The password is six zeros. Withdraw the money and destroy the card."

Wen Nan: ?

The blood donation bus was parked right at the entrance of the boys’ dormitory, and the 10-meter range was enough to encompass the entire dorm building.

Below this dormitory, there were two vending machines, a row of phone booths, and a 24-hour self-service ATM.

Minmin and Yin Zhi’en headed to the designated handoff area on the side, while Wen Nan went to the self-service ATM, inserted the card, entered the password, and saw a balance of 8,100 yuan displayed above.

Along with the "whirr" of bills being counted, the ATM spit out a large stack of hundred-yuan bills.

Wen Nan withdrew all the money inside, and then heard a system notification sound in his mind once more—

9527: [Congratulations, contestant! You have obtained 8,100 yuan in local currency in this instance! The mainline task 1 has accumulated to 16,112 yuan credited, task completion has exceeded 800%!]

9527: [Overachievement in completing the mainline task will give you a chance to receive a higher task rating and grading, increasing the probability of obtaining an extra lottery opportunity. Please complete the task settlement promptly to qualify for rewards.]

Was it that when she suddenly handed him a card with a cold face earlier, it was to give him money?

Is this Minmin an overbearing CEO straight out of a women’s fiction, with the coldest face and the most cash?

Speaking of, just like that, over sixteen thousand yuan easily came into his hands. Looking at it, it seems like making money is not that difficult, is it?

Practice proves that those protagonists who just want to make money rather than fall in love after rebirth do not apply to Wen Nan’s situation.

In this instance, after all, it still hasn’t deviated from the theme of this game—falling in love.

He makes women, and women make money.

Perhaps, that’s how this map ought to be correctly opened.

Leaving the ATM, Wen Nan walked to the row of phone booths beside, gazing over towards the pile of garbage on the other side of the boys’ dormitory from a distance.

That pile of garbage, filled with sour and rotten stench, surrounded by flies, and clutter almost crowding the pedestrian sidewalk, was the next rendezvous point Yin Zhi’en had obtained.

Yin Zhi’en crouched by the trash heap, one hand covering his mouth, the other constantly fanning to keep away the flies, his face full of disdain.

Beside him, Minmin stood like a block of wood, expressionless, as if totally unaware of the adverse environment she was in.

Using the phone booth as a cover, Wen Nan watched from afar, waiting for over thirty minutes, but aside from the occasional students passing by to throw garbage, he did not spot a single suspicious target.

Could it be that Wei Zhe and the others had already discovered they were exposed, so they canceled this meeting last minute?

By now, dinner time had passed, darkness descended, and students started returning from the cafeteria and water room in droves, heading back towards their dormitories.

Occasionally, a few students approached the phone booth, but they were always a few steps away from Wen Nan before turning around to head elsewhere.

It was as if something enchanting surrounded Wen Nan, causing passersby to automatically ignore his presence nearby.

Perhaps this was the effect of Minmin’s blood donation bus?

Feeling bored, Wen Nan leaned against the outermost phone booth, with nothing to do, he pressed a few metal keys.

In Wen Nan’s reality, this kind of old-fashioned phone booth had almost become extinct, but twenty years ago, it was still one of the main ways many college students remotely communicated with their lovers or ambiguous partners.

Back then, call charges were exorbitantly high, most student budgets weren’t enough to afford daily hotlines with their lovers, so many chose to buy phone cards with better value-for-money for long calls.

Wen Nan was one of those.

Every week he’d buy a 300-minute phone card from the nearby mobile service point, then excitedly head to the phone booth below the dorm building to call his first love.

When the two of them rambled on about everything under the sun, Wen Nan would keep an eye on the call countdown on the phone screen, and when the other end asked, "Is it almost 30 minutes?", Wen Nan would reply, "It’s exactly 30 minutes and 2 seconds, let’s chat for another 58 seconds to round it off." The other person would laugh and agree, "Okay." Then 56 seconds later, the other end would ask, "Is it time yet?" Wen Nan would deliberately wait 3 more seconds before saying, "Coincidentally, it’s just passed by 1 second again, let’s chat for another minute."

This cycle would go on and on, with a 30-minute call often dragging on for an hour, until the dorm manager shouted that it’s lights out and network curfew, forcing Wen Nan to end the call.

In such situations, standing by the phone booth for an hour, there’s really nothing else to do besides chatting, so Wen Nan developed a habit of scribbling on the nearby advert boards with his key.

He used his soul-drawing skills to draw a dragon entwined around a pig, which he found to be lifelike.

Recollecting this made Wen Nan inadvertently smile.

The more he smiled, the more his smile froze.

His fingers slowly reached out, rubbing a rusty spot with his fingertips, as his brows furrowed tighter.

Gazing blankly at the pattern below his fingers, Wen Nan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, shook his head, and opened his eyes again, his gaze falling back to that spot.

"Jiu, what are you looking at?"

Guan Ailin had been waiting in the blood donation bus; seeing that Wen Nan never returned, she had to come up behind him, hugging him from behind.

Peering over Wen Nan’s shoulder, Guan Ailin looked at where his fingers pointed, "What is this? A little snake... hugging a little chicken?"

Wen Nan turned his head, surprised, and asked her, "You can see this pattern too?"