Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 449 - 449 444 The Real Truth

Chapter 449: Chapter 444: The Real Truth Chapter 449: Chapter 444: The Real Truth Ceng Tianbao led Pan Jian and the others out of the laboratory, his face dark with anger as he scolded them, “Are you brain-dead? How dare you make a scene! If they’re kicking you out, it means they’ve gotten to the truth. Don’t tell me you actually believe that just because they claim the responsibility is on Mu Jun, it really is?”

Pan Jian and his two companions looked sheepish but were still somewhat defiant, “But didn’t they say it was just a minor experiment, letting us have a go at it? Since it’s an attempt, failure is normal, so why kick us out?”

Ceng Tianbao looked at the speaker, a classmate of Pan Jian’s, whose family had some money. The kid had bought him quite a few nice things in order to get into the lab, and with Pan Jian’s persuasion, he had let him join.

Turns out he was such an idiot.

He was now seriously beginning to wonder if the guy’s doctoral admission was bought with money.

Seeing his brother’s face looking troubled, Pan Jian quickly stopped his friends, urging them to leave first.

Once it was just the two of them, he asked with a worried face, “Brother, is there really no way to salvage this?”

Ceng Tianbao, not wanting to deal with him any longer, waved his hand dismissively, “You go back first. Now we can only wait for Yu Ci to come back and talk to him.”

After finishing his words without paying further attention to Pan Jian, he turned around and went back to the lab.

Elsewhere, after splitting up with Mu Miao, Mu Jiawen cycled towards the dormitory. It was only when she locked the bike up at the rack downstairs that she suddenly remembered, this bike belonged to Tian Xiaohui.

She weighed the key in her hand, thinking about whether to return it to him at dinner time.

But as she turned around, she saw Ding Yuanyuan standing at the bottom of the dormitory building. Probably just arrived, she was carrying a backpack and dragging a suitcase, with Jin Dapang standing beside her. It was unclear what they were talking about, but she had kicked Jin Dapang, leaving him grimacing in pain.

Huh? Dapang seems to have lost some weight.

Mu Jiawen didn’t think much about Ding Yuanyuan’s actions, but she paused when she saw Jin Dapang. He had lost some weight when he came to repair the shop in July, and now he looked even thinner.

Has he really made up his mind to lose weight this time?

“What are you two doing?” Mu Jiawen approached and asked.

Jin Dapang turned and saw it was Mu Jiawen, his eyes lighting up, “Jiawen, you’re just in time. Help her take these two bags upstairs. I… It’s not appropriate for me to go into the girls’ dormitory.”

Before Mu Jiawen could reach out to take them, Ding Yuanyuan rolled her eyes from the side, “Are you blind? It’s the start of the school year, didn’t you see a lot of fathers helping their kids carry luggage into the dorms? What, the dads aren’t men?”

She had a backpack and a suitcase, and it was indeed awkward to carry the two large bags, but Dapang was being obstinate, insisting on waiting downstairs for her to deliver the suitcase before coming down to carry up the next one.

Would it kill him to help carry them upstairs?

Once Mu Jiawen heard that, she quickly retracted her hand and looked at Jin Dapang, “Too heavy. I can’t lift it.”

Jin Dapang looked at her with his mouth slightly open, wanting to say you didn’t even touch it, how do you know it’s heavy?

Ding Yuanyuan glared at him, “Suit yourself. If you’re willing to carry, then take it upstairs. If not, just take it away. It’s not like I wanted to bring them, anyway.”

They were items and food prepared by her grandparents, but she had brought them for two years already, and such hometown specialties weren’t exactly rare in their dorm. So, she really didn’t want to carry them. But when Jin Dapang went with his driver to pick her up, he eagerly put them in the trunk.

After speaking, she rolled her eyes at Jin Dapang again, grabbed her suitcase with one hand, and with the other, she dragged Mu Jiawen toward the dorm.

Jin Dapang had no choice but to carry the bags and follow, but he couldn’t help but smile wryly to himself, sighing. Why can’t I ever seem to say the right thing?

During their chat on the way, Jin Dapang glanced at Ding Yuanyuan’s round face and unintentionally uttered a blunt truth, “You’ve gained quite a bit over the summer vacation, haven’t you? Your face is rounder, look, you’re even starting to get a double chin.”

Ding Yuanyuan’s complexion had changed, but he hadn’t realized he had said something he shouldn’t have, even jokingly adding another sentence, “I’m so skinny now I don’t even have a double chin, could you have stolen it? Haha…”

In the enclosed space of the car, his dry laughter echoed alone, and then for the rest of the ride, Ding Yuanyuan didn’t speak to him again, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed.

When they arrived at the school and got out of the car, the driver uncle said to him, “Did you notice that she’s mad at you?”

How could he not notice? He wasn’t stupid.

She talked normally to the driver uncle, but ignored him completely.

Under the dormitory building, she wouldn’t even take her luggage, insisting that he carry it up, and claimed she was too heavy—saying she’d get winded lifting anything too heavy.

He was puzzled at that moment, don’t you breathe normally when you’re not lifting anything?

That thought was meant to stay in his mind, but somehow it slipped out, and right away he got a kick from her.

Her little leather sandals were hard, and his calf still hurt now.

Jin Dapang followed behind the two without looking sideways as they walked upstairs, originally thinking he’d be treated differently since he was still heavier than a normal guy. His weight loss was only relative to his past self.

Surprisingly, no one paid any attention to him at all; the girls who came and went didn’t even glance in his direction, as if he were invisible.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked ahead at Ding Yuanyuan with a complicated gaze.

Ever since he had gained weight, most girls would keep a certain distance from him, as if being seen with him would be embarrassing—after all, being so overweight and not tall, he was round and plump like a ball.

But Ding Yuanyuan seemed to never have this worry. How to put it, although she seemed chatty and a bit tactless, it was precisely because of this that it was evident she didn’t despise him. Of course, she herself was also quite plump, though her roundness was nothing compared to his, but two chubby people…

Jin Dapang’s face suddenly flushed red.

Right at that moment, the three of them reached the third floor. Mu Jiawen turned around and saw his red face, asking with suspicion, “Why is your face red?”

Ding Yuanyuan also glanced back at him, rolling her eyes, “Why would his face be red? With his body, it’s strange if his face didn’t turn red climbing up to the third floor.”

Jin Dapang sneaked a glance at her, thinking to himself you keep mocking me, keep throwing a few more jibes, would that cancel out the wrong things I said on the road?

He chimed in with her words, “Right, that’s correct, I’m fat, you’re thin, look at you climbing up to the third floor without even a change in color…”

“Jin Dapang, what do you mean? Are you mocking me again?”

Jin Dapang quivered and nearly dropped the bag in his hands; he looked at Ding Yuanyuan almost tearfully, “No, no mockery, I was telling the truth.”

Ding Yuanyuan scoffed, “I’m so fat and you’re still saying I’m thin, and you call that the truth… Okay, great, you’re amazing now! Leave the bags, and hurry off.”

Jin Dapang: …

So, how should he have spoken appropriately?

Looking at the angry Ding Yuanyuan, he really didn’t know what to say, so he had no choice but to hand over the bags to Mu Jiawen and turn to go downstairs.

But Mu Jiawen called to him, “I rode Tian Xiaohui’s bicycle earlier because I had something to do, you take it back for him.”