Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 279 - 279 276 Notes and Text Messages

Chapter 279: Chapter 276 Notes and Text Messages Chapter 279: Chapter 276 Notes and Text Messages The classroom buzzed with chatter, the voices far from quiet, and further emphasized by the massive figure standing at the front door—his face layered with fat and wearing a blinding smile…

Weng Minhong’s mind went “boom,” as if struck by lightning, leaving her in a state of blank shock.

“Weng Minhong…” After a moment of astonishment, Zhang Ting turned her head, incredulous, “You… really asked out Jin Dapang?”

Jin Dapang indeed had a fondness for Weng Minhong, and just last month, in an attempt to woo her, he had given her a branded cashmere scarf and a foreign-brand backpack—one costing eighteen thousand and the other thirty thousand, respectively.

Whether his family owned a mine was unknown, but Jin Dapang certainly acted like a nouveau riche, and describing his spending as throwing money around wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Of course, Weng Minhong hadn’t accepted his scarf or backpack, and had even sharply rejected him!

Being as proud as she was, she wouldn’t even consider dating someone shorter and fatter than herself, no matter what.

Fortunately, this was Beijing University, with a strict school ethos, so there was no pestering after rejection. Therefore, after being turned down, Jin Dapang didn’t pursue her further.

That certainly had been a relief to Weng Minhong.

After all, to be pursued by someone like that was embarrassing for her to even mention.

But now…

“Weng Minhong?”

Weng Minhong collected herself, trembling, with anger and panic in her eyes.

Yet, in such a situation, she still turned to look at Jiang Yan first.

Jiang Yan, head down as if nothing was amiss, stuffed the last book into his backpack, then stood up and walked out. When he passed Jin Dapang at the front door, he patted his shoulder and said in a moderate voice, “Good luck!”

Tian Xiaohui couldn’t help but snicker, followed by the other boys’ muffled chuckles. Liu Wenhui was the most exaggerated, slapping the desk and laughing out loud.

Weng Minhong’s face drained to a ghastly white, tears streaming down in utter humiliation!

But Jiang Yan didn’t even give her a second glance, saying those two words and walking straight out.

Meanwhile, Jin Dapang still stood at the front door, looking at her earnestly.

“You didn’t ask him out?”

Zhang Ting, who was with her all the time, knew how much Weng Minhong loathed Jin Dapang, and seeing her reaction now, what else wasn’t clear?

Weng Minhong lay on the desk, crying uncontrollably, while Jin Dapang, seeing her like this, was momentarily stunned, then scratched his head in confusion.

The laughter in the classroom eventually died down under Zhang Ting’s furious gaze, and the boys who had laughed loudly shuffled out with their backpacks on.

Except for Liu Wenhui.

Zhang Ting dared not glare at him, and he paid her no mind.

Liu Wenhui said loudly to Jin Dapang, “Dapang, nice taste. Look how moved she is, she’s crying. You should go comfort her.”

“Liu Wenhui!”

Zhang Ting, unable to suppress her anger any longer, slapped the table and stood up, but when Liu Wenhui casually glanced her way, her newly found courage quickly wilted, and she shrank back down, wanting to sit.

But with so many eyes on her, it was too embarrassing. Catching a glimpse of Qi Lihong sitting next to Liu Wenhui, she instinctively redirected her fury, “Qi Lihong, are you blind? Can’t you see Weng Minhong is crying? She’s always there for you, and you’re so cold-blooded, just watching?”

Qi Lihong, who was packing up her books, looked up in bewildered surprise at Zhang Ting, utterly clueless about how she had offended her.

“Still staring, Qi Lihong…”

“Zhang Ting, am I giving you face or what?”

Liu Wenhui’s face turned utterly cold as he cast a shadowy glance at Zhang Ting, “Try badmouthing Qi Lihong one more time, I dare you.”

Zhang Ting’s half-open mouth snapped shut, her face turning red with embarrassment, a picture of acute discomfort.

Turning away, she sat down, with no more will to comfort Weng Minhong, who was still crying, wishing she could just become invisible.

Seeing this, Jin Dapang, no matter how slow on the uptake, realized that Weng Minhong hadn’t invited him after all.

So the note left on his seat was just a prank?

And what was the deal with that message?

Jin Dapang heaved a sigh, feeling quite dejected.

He thought about leaving but paused as he looked at the still-crying Weng Minhong, hesitating before he finally went over and explained, “Believe it or not, I really came because I got your message and saw the note you wrote to me. I thought…”

“Get lost! Get lost…”

Weng Minhong lifted her tear-stained face from her seat and bellowed at Jin Dapang angrily.

Jin Dapang’s expression altered slightly. Even though he was overweight and often mocked, he too had his dignity.

Moreover, his family was wealthy and he was generous by nature, often surrounded by boys who flattered and followed him. When had he ever been publicly told to get lost?

When Weng Minhong turned him down last time, even though she was absolute, her words were still within what he could tolerate, and at that time, it had been just the two of them.

“Weng Minhong, there’s no need for this. Although I, Jin Dapang, may not be attractive, I wouldn’t pester someone I fancy, let alone believe that I can’t do without you,” he said.

After speaking, Jin Dapang turned and left without hesitating a moment longer.

Weng Minhong’s crying stopped abruptly, and her thinly applied makeup was washed away by tears, leaving her usual meticulously applied makeup nowhere to be seen, nothing but a mess remaining!

…

With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Jin Dapang set off towards the cafeteria, mired in gloom. Tian Xiaohui caught up from behind and consoled him with an arm around his broad shoulders, “Dapang, actually Weng Minhong isn’t that special. It’s all makeup that makes her look good. Without it, she’s not even as pretty as me. Don’t you go feeling worthless just because she turned you down, especially since your prospects are so good.”

Jin Dapang looked at Tian Xiaohui in surprise, touched, “You think I have good prospects?”

“Of course. Anyone with eyes can see you have good prospects.” So rich!

Jin Dapang thought the same and shook his head, “If my family weren’t so rich, I’d be pretty much worthless, right?”

“How could that be? Not to mention anything else, your personality alone is a huge plus. Then there’s your face – it’s not bad, actually. If you could lose some weight, you’d definitely be handsome. And there’s also your height–”

Tian Xiaohui gestured with his hand, “I’m one-seventy-six. You’re just a tad shorter than me, so that’s at least one-seventy-two or seventy-three, right? That just shows you look shorter because you’re heavier, not as some people say, that you’re disabled and under one-seventy.”

Jin Dapang felt even more moved. How could someone notice such a thing without careful observation?

“You’re right. Before the college entrance exam, I measured myself barefoot as one-seventy-two point five. I’m just too fat, which makes me appear shorter,” he said.

Tian Xiaohui patted his shoulder, “If Weng Minhong can’t appreciate you, it’s her lack of vision. Trust me, once you’ve slimmed down, there’ll be a lot of girls chasing after you.”

Then he added, “Can I borrow your phone? I need to ask Jiang Yan and Dai Lei which cafeteria they’re in; I just asked them to grab some food for me.”

Jin Dapang didn’t doubt his intentions and handed over his phone without hesitation, considerately adding, “If you can’t find them, it’s okay. You can eat with me; I’ll treat you.”

“How could I impose… Which cafeteria shall we go to? Oh right, Dapang, since Weng Minhong has rejected you, you don’t need to keep her number, right? I’ll help you delete it.”

Without waiting for a response, he deleted all the numbers with Weng Minhong’s name from the messages and the contacts list.