Zhou Xing turned around.
What met his eyes... was a striking head of yellow hair.
It was the one who had been punished by Huang Hui to run ten laps during the morning military training.
He looked a bit excited, scratched his head at Zhou Xing, and said, "I went to your dorm to find you but didn't see you, so I thought I'd try my luck here by your car. I didn't expect to actually bump into you."
"Is there something you need me for?"
Zhou Xing couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.
He remembered that he didn't have much interaction with this yellow-haired guy.
"Hey... you vented that frustration for me, so I definitely have to thank you properly."
The yellow-haired guy said with a look of satisfaction, "That Grandson Huang Hui, he started on me as soon as he arrived and made me run ten laps. I almost lost all face. This grudge is definitely settled."
"I was planning how to vent my anger properly, but I didn't expect you to help me out so much instead."
The yellow-haired guy said with extra enthusiasm, "No matter what, I have to express my gratitude. I should treat you to a meal."
"It's just a small matter."
Zhou Xing smiled faintly. "That Huang Hui brought it upon himself with his many misdeeds. Even without me, someone would have dealt with him sooner or later."
"Exactly!"
Mentioning Huang Hui, the yellow-haired guy also grit his teeth. "I didn't expect he was just a junior. How dare he be so insolent in front of me? I was planning to teach him a lesson after military training!"
"That Grandson ran fast!"
"Otherwise... I definitely wouldn't have let him off!"
Zhou Xing raised an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously.
Could it be that in his past life... he was one of those who had made a move against Huang Hui?
"Are you from the Capital?"
Zhou Xing asked, hearing his thick Beijing accent.
In his past life... although they were in the same class.
They didn't have much interaction because this Deng Jian rarely showed up in class.
He only had a slight impression; that head of yellow hair was too flashy, it was hard not to notice.
He had only heard from others that this guy seemed to have quite a background and was also a wealthy Second-generation rich.
Other than that, he knew no other information.
Zhou Xing didn't take it to heart at the time because there were simply too many Second-generation rich in the class.
"That's right. Just arrived in Shanghai, unfamiliar with the place. I thought that Grandson was a Soldier sent by the school, so I didn't dare say anything and ran a full ten laps. It nearly killed me."
After saying that, the yellow-haired guy slapped his forehead. "Almost forgot, let's get to know each other. I'm Deng Jian."
Deng Jian reached out his hand. "We'll be classmates from now on. Based on what you did today, if you need anything in the future, just call me. I guarantee I won't hesitate."
"Let's go, let's go. Putting everything else aside, let me treat you to a meal."
Deng Jian then invited Zhou Xing to eat together.
"No need for a meal."
Zhou Xing shook his head. "It's not a big deal. I was just standing up for myself."
He wasn't the type to take credit where it wasn't due.
In this matter, he did it to vent his own anger; Deng Jian's part was just incidental.
Whether others were grateful to him or not, he didn't care.
"Never mind that. At least my anger is gone, and that Huang Hui ran away dejectedly. I feel great."
Deng Jian said regardless, "We're classmates after all. Let me treat you to a meal. You can't ignore this opportunity, right?"
"Let's go eat off-campus. It'll also let me experience your mclaren p1. I wanted to buy one before, but my family absolutely wouldn't agree. Today I can finally satisfy my craving."
Deng Jian had a very active personality. Facing Zhou Xing, he wasn't very restrained.
"No need."
Facing Deng Jian like this, Zhou Xing found it hard to keep refusing. "The cafeteria is fine. There's no need to go outside; it's too much trouble."
"What's the big deal? Although my family business can't compare to yours, I still have the money to treat you to a meal outside."
Deng Jian said nonchalantly, "You should be quite familiar with Shanghai. How about this: you choose the place, and I'll be responsible for paying the bill. What do you think?"
"That cafeteria food isn't fit for humans at all. How could I have the nerve to treat you there?"
"Hahaha..."
Zhou Xing laughed. It seemed everyone's opinion on the cafeteria's taste was about the same.
"Let's just go to the cafeteria."
Zhou Xing said, "There's no need to be too extravagant. After eating too many delicacies, one must occasionally learn to reflect on the past to appreciate the present, right?"
Deng Jian's eyes widened, as if saying, "Are you kidding me?"
"No way. A rich young master like you is used to delicacies, but I'm not yet."
Deng Jian's face crumpled like a bitter melon as he said pitifully, "I've just been released from home and was thinking the sky is high and the birds are free to fly. I was planning to have you take me to see the colorful world of Shanghai, but you've just sent me back to my original form."
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Zhou Xing said with a smile, not saying much more. He unlocked and opened the car door. "Let's go, get in."
"Alright."
Facing Zhou Xing's request, Deng Jian could only nod.
When he saw the cool butterfly doors open, his bitter melon face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of excitement as he kept eyeing the car.
Looking at the interior, Deng Jian's eyes were full of envy, and he clicked his tongue in wonder. "As expected of the three great god cars. When I graduate... no, before my sophomore year, I must find a way to make my dad buy me one too."
Vroom!
The car started.
It immediately sped away.
Although on campus, it was destined not to go too fast.
But Deng Jian still seemed high-spirited, constantly exclaiming.
After a while.
The car stopped at the cafeteria entrance.
Deng Jian got out of the car, still wanting more. Under the gaze of the crowd, he felt a bit lightheaded and wanted to put his arm around Zhou Xing's shoulder, only to find he was half a head shorter.
He could only sheepishly withdraw his hand and then said, "Let's go, Zhou Xing, eat whatever you want."
"Even if one eats until they burst in the cafeteria, it won't exceed fifty."
Zhou Xing said speechlessly, "Hearing your tone, anyone who didn't know better would think you were treating someone to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast."
"How could that be?"
Deng Jian grinned, showing his white teeth, not feeling embarrassed at all. "Didn't I ask you to eat outside? You refused and insisted on coming to the cafeteria. You can't blame me."
"Next time, I'll treat you to a good meal."
Zhou Xing immediately walked into the cafeteria with Deng Jian.
It was already mealtime.
So it was crowded inside... Deng Jian brought a tray to Zhou Xing and then stood behind him, waiting to pay for him.
Zhou Xing casually looked at several windows.
Then, when he came to one window.
His footsteps paused.
Compared to other windows, which were staffed by old men and women, a slender young woman stood here.
Wearing a ponytail, her simple T-shirt couldn't hide her stunning figure.
The old-fashioned apron on her instead had a kind of simple beauty.
The woman happened to look up and met Zhou Xing's eyes.
A bright smile immediately appeared on her face. "Zhou Xing, why did you come to the cafeteria?"