Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 491 - 449: Great Chemistry, They Clicked

Chapter 491: Chapter 449: Great Chemistry, They Clicked

"Why did you come to rescue me specifically? That place was very secluded, and you didn’t just happen to be there by coincidence, right? Plus, you captured the argument I had with Sam Gold, which means you arrived pretty early, correct? Did you have a hunch that there was something off about Sam Gold?"

Jiang Zhe said, "You’re overthinking it. It really was a coincidence."

"Then why did you rescue me? I haven’t been friendly to you at all."

Jiang Zhe looked at her, "If it were someone else, I would’ve rescued them too."

Jin Ruoshi disagreed with his claim, holding her face, "I guess it must be related to me being cute, pretty, and brave, right? Look, you don’t eat anything brought by people other than Xiaobao, Beifeng, and Fatty, but you ate mine!"

Jiang Zhe: "..."

The director sipped his tea, his face contorted into an auntie’s smile, "Good crumbs, good crumbs. They’ve bitten the bait!"

The assistant director leaned over and saw the screen full of Jiu Qing, shaking his head.

Then he remembered that Jiang Zhe had solved another big problem, and he wondered how he was going to explain this to Assistant Xu.

He rubbed his temples with a headache.

The director said, "You might as well learn from me, ’live for today, get drunk for today’, wherever there is Jiu Qing, that’s where I’ll crunch. Is Jiang Zhe not easy on the eyes? Is Jin Ruoshi not cute enough?"

The assistant director gave him a disdainful look.

Time flew by, and after so much had happened, the last group finally arrived belatedly.

After the teacher’s assessment, all the groups had returned.

However, some members of certain groups got separated and were nowhere to be found.

And some groups had members who had been injured and left during the previous dangerous encounters.

The conditions of these students would result in deductions for the rest of the team members who successfully reached the destination.

Plus, many groups had problematic ways of dealing with issues halfway through, or other various situations added up, inevitably making their scores less than pretty.

Many were worried.

Sure enough, after the teacher announced the scores, many felt a chill in their hearts.

What they assumed would be easy points to earn now seemed far from sufficient

By comparing the points they had in hand, everyone knew roughly where they stood.

Jiang Zhe gave a signal, and Xiaobao and Fatty went over and sat down carelessly to the side.

The teacher said, "Alright, now everyone knows what their score situation is like. Take a good rest, everyone has worked hard."

"Teacher, don’t let them leave yet, we still have something to say," Fatty said.

Everyone looked towards Xiaobao and Fatty, feeling a bit uneasy.

Fatty stood up and said, "Everyone got their scores? Seem like quite a bit, eh? So, about the points you owe us, isn’t it time to pay us back?"

The teacher was surprised, "They owe you points?"

"Yes. When we were surviving in the wilderness, we exchanged food for their points. Lots of people didn’t have anything to eat, and they came to us to buy food with points. I don’t remember exactly how many points it was, but you all should have a rough idea, right?" Fatty said.

The teacher asked, "Was this authorized by the school authorities?"

"Of course! We specifically confirmed with the school!"

Since that was the case, the teacher had nothing more to say.

But many students hesitated, since their scores weren’t that high to begin with, and if they had to give a portion back to Jiang Zhe and the others, wouldn’t that drop even lower?

Someone began to say, "But wasn’t it you guys who took all the supplies?"

"Yes, otherwise we wouldn’t owe so much."

"I’m willing to give, but I only owe fifteen credits. If you want to take them, I’ll let the teacher deduct them,"

"Yes, I only owe five credits too! Giving you five credits is enough."

"I owe twenty, just take it! Really, this is robbery!"

Everyone was talking at once.

Standing not far away, Jiang Zhe, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, "You don’t owe fifteen credits, you owe fifty. Twenty for the raspberries and thirty for the roasted rabbit. You, not five, but thirty-five, and you, not twenty, but eighty-five!"

As soon as she began to speak, everyone was slightly stunned.

The person tried to quibble, "I didn’t take any roasted rabbit..."

"It was you, seven days ago in the late afternoon as the sun was setting, around five thirty-seven p.m., you took forty raspberries. The one who owes thirty-five took roasted chicken. The one who owes eighty-five took various kinds of meats and also a bottle of cola," Jiang Zhe said.

Xiaobao and Fatty gaped, "You even remember this! But we never told you about it!"

Some audience members immediately went back to watch the livestream from seven days ago and found that what Jiang Zhe said was indeed accurate, even the timing wasn’t far off.

But as Xiaobao and Fatty said, they hadn’t reported it to her, nor had she seen the situation here at the time.

How did Jiang Zhe manage it?

The people being exposed were suddenly embarrassed, "Sorry, I remembered it wrong."

Jiang Zhe said, "It’s okay to remember it wrong, just correct it. Everyone who should turn in their credits, turn them in now."

Originally, everyone thought that since Xiaobao and Fatty hadn’t kept records and had nowhere to note them, they could just muddle through by bamboozling.

But after Jiang Zhe’s move, who would dare to continue the sham?

Being called out by Jiang Zhe would be truly humiliating, wouldn’t it?

Moreover, those who accused Jiang Zhe of forcible seizure felt ashamed; the roasted rabbit, roasted chicken, and raspberries weren’t part of the school authority’s provisions—they were what Xiaobao and Fatty had worked hard to get.

Back then, everyone had begged and pleaded to get their share and had eaten happily.

It would be truly shameless to deny accountability now.

Jin Ruoshi ran over with a notebook and a piece of eyebrow pencil, "Jiang Zhe, let me keep the accounts for you! Everyone, come line up here!"

"Hmm," Jiang Zhe responded.

...

At dinner time, someone tentatively put forward a boy to talk to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe and Beifeng were talking and eating when they saw someone coming over. She didn’t look up, just continued talking to Beifeng.

"Jiang Zhe, may I speak with you?" the boy said, steeling himself.

Beifeng put down his chopsticks, folding his arms.

Although he didn’t seem as sturdy as the other instructors, the pressure he exuded was particularly intense.

The boy became nervous instantly.

Even the chief director sitting in the broadcast studio set down his teacup, straightened his body, and looked curiously at Beifeng—why did this man have the aura of a leader?

"Speak," Jiang Zhe said.

"This is the situation. We heard that you guys actually have a lot of credits, not lacking at all. Taking our credits is really of no use to you, so could you, perhaps, return them to us? We can exchange food for them?"

Jiang Zhe’s expression turned cold, "Are we lacking your bit of food?"

"But it’s really useless for you to keep them, you’ve already got full marks..."