Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 276 - 276 273 He Looks Down on It

Chapter 276: Chapter 273 He Looks Down on It Chapter 276: Chapter 273 He Looks Down on It After seeing Ma Zheng off, Jiang Yan let out a soft sigh and then laughed at himself wryly.

Really, why feel reluctant to part with a kid? In fact, these days, he hadn’t visited him in the hospital many times—just the once when he had delivered the notebook, and not since then.

All told, he had only… met Ma Zheng three times.

But whether in his past life or this one, the little brat always met him with kindness and curiosity. Jiang Yan thought it was probably in return for the snacks he had once given him, even though he hadn’t eaten them.

Back at the electronics factory, Zhang Guotang had already come and was being shown around the showroom by the factory’s salesperson.

Jiang Yan greeted him and then continued to explain the new products to the engineering manager in the engineering department.

…

At the same time, Dai Lei was also explaining problems to Second Brother.

The shop wasn’t very busy today, so he had moved his lesson time forward, despite Second Brother claiming he still had things to do. But in Dai Lei’s view, those were all excuses.

Up to now, he had only just begun high school math. With this pace, Dai Lei wondered how he would take the adult college entrance exam in June.

As the two were in a tug-of-war, old man Liu, sitting at the doorway, suddenly said, “Xiaosong is here?”

Second Brother quickly flipped open his math book in front of him and calmly pointed to an example on the page, asking Dai Lei, “Why do you solve this problem this way?”

Dai Lei: …

The lights dimmed at the entrance, and a shadow walked in from outside. Dai Lei turned his head and saw Mu Jiawen’s delicate face.

Then he looked back at Dai Lei and instantly understood something.

“Isn’t this first-year high school math? You haven’t finished it?”

Mu Jiawen walked up to them and looked down with disdain at the textbook in Second Brother’s hand, “An example problem, the solution is right there. Do you still need someone else to explain it to you? Can’t you look through it yourself in the evening? Does Dai Lei’s tutoring come free of charge? Have you become so wealthy now that you don’t even regard eight hundred as money?”

Second Brother: …

Dai Lei: ….

The two men fell silent, neither uttering a word.

Old man Liu poked his head in from outside and said, “He’s been watching dramas at night, some blue or yellow life and death romance, all cloying and whiny. It’s giving me a headache.”

Mu Jiawen cast a cold glance toward Second Brother.

Second Brother shivered and whispered in defense, “Just, just one episode…”

Old man Liu poked his head in again, “One episode lasts three hours? That’s a pretty long episode.”

Second Brother was furious, turning to glare at old man Liu, but the man had already turned his head back around after speaking, not giving him a glance.

Mu Jiawen flipped back through the math book and, grasping a thick stack, said to Dai Lei, “Finish explaining all of this today, cover the whole unit, and complete the corresponding exercises too. Only math today, don’t bother with anything else for now.”

After that, she added, “I’ll come to check at noon.”

Then a “smack”—a book was slammed onto the table. Dai Lei took a closer look. “Three Hundred Tang Poems”?

“Starting now, memorize two poems a day. Dai Lei will check when he comes. If you can’t recite them, tell me. And next time, when you have your English lesson, don’t speak Chinese with him.”

Second Brother thought to himself, if we don’t speak Chinese, wouldn’t that be like a chicken talking to a duck? How the hell am I supposed to understand?

But he didn’t dare to say this aloud, instead, he stared blankly at the “Three Hundred Tang Poems,” bewildered. Isn’t this what elementary school students are supposed to memorize? What’s the use of me memorizing this?

Dai Lei seemed to see right through his thoughts and explained, “Aren’t you struggling with classical Chinese? Maybe memorizing some poetry will help you make progress. Plus, it’s just two poems a day, it won’t take much time, just give it a try.”

The two began their math lesson, and Mu Jiawen watched with her arms folded for a while. Once she turned around and left, both of them heaved a sigh of relief.

Dai Lei glanced at his buddy, and now he seemed to understand what Jiang Yan meant by “enlightenment.”

After leaving Xinyu, Mu Jiawen turned into the nearby Zero Degree Coffee to buy a strawberry cake to take away.

While waiting for her order, she always felt an unfriendly gaze sticking to her.

Turning her head to look towards the window on the left side, she caught Weng Minhong’s stare, which hadn’t retracted in time.

Mu Jiawen just gave her a glance, her expressionless face withdrawing her gaze, before she turned and picked up the well-packaged cake from the barista and left the café.

“Wait a minute.”

Weng Minhong hurried out of the café, catching up with Mu Jiawen, and said, “Let’s talk.”

Mu Jiawen looked at her, utterly puzzled, “We hardly know each other, what’s there to talk about?”

As she turned to leave, Weng Minhong grabbed her, but Mu Jiawen’s reaction was more surprising than expected: almost instantly upon being grabbed, Mu Jiawen slapped her hand onto Weng Minhong’s arm and stepped back half a step, shaking off her grasp.

“What’s wrong with you? Getting all touchy-feely, what are you trying to do?”

Mu Jiawen hated strangers touching her, regardless of gender.

She looked at the arm that was just grabbed and pulled out a tissue to wipe it on the sleeve of her sweatshirt as if she had touched something dirty.

Weng Minhong’s face instantly flushed red with anger, as she glared at Mu Jiawen, gritting her teeth, “That’s too much…”

Mu Jiawen thought she was crazy; it was Weng Minhong who started the physical altercation, but now she was accusing Mu Jiawen of going too far!

“How can someone like you be worthy of Jiang Yan?” What a twisted personality, full of self-importance and unbearable pride!

Mu Jiawen paused in wiping her sleeve, looking up in surprise. She stared at Weng Minhong for three seconds, then suddenly laughed, “So you like Jiang Yan, huh? Let me guess, you got rejected, right?”

Whenever Mu Jiawen was seen before, she always had a cold expression, never seen laughing. Now, suddenly seeing her laugh, even though Weng Minhong knew it was a laugh with ill intent, she still couldn’t help but involuntarily think of the words “shining like the stars”!

Such envy!

“It’s not strange for girls to like Jiang Yan when he’s so outstanding, is it?”

Weng Minhong suppressed the discomfort in her heart and awkwardly defended herself, “I do like him, but what does that have to do with being rejected? We’re just normal classmates and partners.”

When saying “partners,” Weng Minhong subconsciously puffed out her chest, feeling proud.

“Keep puffing. It’s just that much anyway, not very big.” Mu Jiawen glanced at her chest and sneered, “Let me offer you a piece of advice: It’s better to stay as an ordinary classmate to him, that way he might take another glance at you. But if you do something unnecessary… My Jiang Yan might not be shallow, but with someone like you—” Saying this, her eyes moved over Weng Minhong’s face and chest, shaking her head, “He won’t be interested!”

With that, she turned and walked away.

This time, Weng Minhong didn’t hold her back because she was trembling with anger, her eyes red, and she didn’t even know which part of the speech to refute first. Should she say, “You’re talking nonsense, mine is quite big, yours is the small one,” or should she say, “Why should I be just an ordinary classmate to Jiang Yan, he is not shallow, but he…”

But what?

But he still wasn’t interested in her?