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  Chapter 108: The South Street I

  TL: Etude

  Jiang Qin realized that his soul really wasn’t suited for sitting upright in css anymore. He couldn’t get his focus back, and the drowsiness was being hard to resist.

  “Feng Nanshu, pinch me.”

  Feng Nanshu reached out aly pinched him. “Does it hurt?”

  Gao Wenhui couldn’t help but lean over. “Don’t be too gentle. Pinch hard, like how my mom does to my dad. Don’t grab too much flesh, just a little pinch at the most painful spot!”

  “So, that’s how it’s done.” Feng Nanshu learned another little trick.

  The sed, Jiang Qin grimaced in pain, instantly feeling more awake. “Gao Wenhui, you not teach her everything? Feng Nanshu really learns it all!”

  “Sorry.” Feng Nanshu quickly let go.

  “It’s okay, keep doing it if you like. It’s quite effective.”

  Gao Wenhui ughed. Watg others in love was indeed iing. She was thhly ied!

  Meanwhile, sitting behind them, Zhuang g Jian a a stir in his heart. “Jian , I’m a bit sleepy. Could you pinch me?”

  “Just take a nap. I’ll keep an eye oeacher for you,” Jian softly spoke, her gaze not leaving the bckboard.

  “Alright.”

  Although Zhuang didn’t get the physical tact he had hoped for, he felt quite satisfied. Watg over the teacher for him was a form of care, after all. Love is different for everyohere’s o be ed about how others i.

  In a daze of sleepiness, css finally ended. Jiang Qi straight back to the dorm to catch up on some sleep.

  He ended up sleeping until eight in the evening. When he woke up, it had started raining outside. The rain pattered against the window, filling the air with a damp, cold sensation.

  Jiang Qin got dressed a downstairs, pnning to eat in the cafeteria, but uedly received a call from Jiang Tian.

  “Jiang Qin, you drive to South Street?”

  “I don’t want to go. You guys have fun.”

  “It’s not about having fun. Someone’s been hit by a car. you e and help? Taxis ’t get into South Street, and we ’t find a ride.”

  “Someo hit?”

  A mier, Jiang Qihe dorm, driving out of the school gate.

  Meanwhile, in the deserted South Street, the rain poured down heavily, quickly f streams on the road.

  With no one ing out to eat, the street was desote, only the neon signs of the shops refleg bizarrely in the rain.

  Jian stood under a bck awning, looking distressed.

  She wasn’t supposed to bike through the pedestrian street, but because it looked like it was going to rain, she hurried to get back to the dorm, not expeg to knock over an old dy at an interse.

  She anig, but couldn’t help but resent Jiang Tian for rashly calling Jiang Qin.

  Jiang Qin was known for his biting remarks. She feared what he might say upon arriving.

  Moreover, the old dy refused to go to the hospital, insisting on going home. Jian thought calling Jiang Qin was useless and wished he didn’t have to know.

  But actually, she didn’t uand that in such a situation, Jiang Tian and the others were also panicked and wanted someone reliable. That’s why Jiang Qin came to their minds first.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

  Zhuang stood uhe awning, while Song Qingqing and Pan Xiu were tinuously cheg the old dy’s wounds to make sure she was okay.

  The old dy wasn’t seriously injured, just a scraped hand and a sprained foot. Nothing else seemed amiss.

  Soon, a bck Audi drove through the rain curtain. Jiang Qin parked the car, opened an umbrel, and walked over.

  “You ged your car?” Song Qingqing’s eyes lit up.

  Jiang Qin nodded a straight to Jiang Tian. “What’s the situation? How is the person who was hit? Is it serious?”

  “It’s not serious. Jian hit an old dy with her bicycle,” Jiang Tiaed truthfully.

  “A bicycle?”

  Jiang Qin’s heart, which had been in his throat, rexed. He thought it was a serious car act, but it turned out to be a bicycle act. He wished they had been clearer in their expnation, sidering how slippery the roads be in the rain.

  However, since he was already there, Jiang Qin didn’t pin much. “The’s not dey any further. Let’s go to the hospital.”

  “The problem is the old dy doesn’t want to go to the hospital. She just wants us to leave, saying she’s fine.”

  Jiang Qin frowhinking Jian was really lucky. A bicycle act without serious sequences usually just meant a hospital check-up and some medical expenses.

  But if the old dy had been less reasonable, a small i could have turned into a big problem. He hadn’t anticipated that she would refuse to go to the hospital and instead ask them to leave. She was indeed fortunate.

  “This matter be big or small. I suggest going to the hospital. At her age, a fall could easily lead to fractures.”

  Jiang Qin advised Jiang Tian, the uhe awning to look at the old dy. She was thin and slightly hunched.

  From her clothing and physical dition, it was clear her life was not easy. Her clothes were worn, and her hands were so thin that only the skin remained.

  Jiang Qin observed that there wasn’t any serious injury, just a scraped hand and a bleeding wound on her heel.

  “Old dy, I take you to the hospital?”

  The old dy immediately waved her hand. “I don’t o go to the hospital. You should go back. You still have school.”

  “It won’t take long. I drive you. Just two or three hours,” Jiang Qin patiently persuaded her.

  “Even two or three hours is too long. My son hase.”

  “?”

  Hearing this, everyone around was stuhe old dy looked like she was in her sixties or seventies, and her son should be an adult. Why did he still need his mother to worry about his meals?

  But the old dy was adamant about not going to the hospital and insisted on leaving. Relutly, Jiang Qin had Song Qingqing and Pan Xiu help her, and the group escorted the old dy home.

  Uhe drizzling rain, they led the old dy to a small alley at the end of South Street, arriving at a small fruit stand.

  She pushed open the worn wooden door, revealing a small space with a wheelchair inside. Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a vat expression, making only whimpering sounds, apparently paralyzed.

  “You go baow. I o cook,” the old dy urged them again.

  Jiang Qin told her not to cook. He asked Jiang Tian to buy some food from nearby shops and handed an umbrel to Zhuang , giving him two hundred yuan to buy a box of milk and other ies from the supermarket.

  Watg Jiang Qin effitly instruct everyone, Jian was a bit dazed.

  “Old dy, is this your son?”

  “Yes.”

  The old dy expihat she was a mert on South Street, operating the small fruit stand in front of them. Her son aralyzed and needed someoo feed him daily to survive.

  She said the stall rovided free by the gover as part of a poverty alleviatiram, and the fruit was supplied by a kied wholesaler. They mahe small stand on South Street, earning just enough to get by.

  After hearing this brief story, the girls from Css 3 were moved to tears, insisting on donating moo the old dy, who only accepted a hundred yuan.

  “I may be poor, but I don’t beg. Just buy some oio apply, and that will be enough.”

  “…”

  Jiang Qin watched silently, feeling that Jian had really entered a kind soul. Otherwise, she would have definitely been in big trouble.

  “Jiang Qin, is there any way we help them?”

  Jiang Tian looked at Jiang Qin with tearful eyes. She didn’t really know what Jiang Qin could do, especially sihe old dy refused to take money, but she still couldn’t help asking, almost making it seem like Jiang Qin could do anything.

  Jiang Qin indeed had a way to help. sidering the traffi the forum, if he posted about the old dy’s situation, the kindness ahusiasm of the uy students would likely make her fruit stand very popur.

  However, this act could potentially invite envy from other merts.

  Oh, we spend thousands on advertising, and she gets free publicity just because she’s pitiful?

  Jiang Qin had seen too much of human nature in his past life. Not everyone sympathizes with those in suffering.

  And suffering has an iing way of finding those who are already suffering.

  Additionally, there was another issue. South Street had a fruit supermarket that was in partnership with the forum. If he really helped the old dy by advertising for her, it would be like vioting a tract.

  Being kied is ohing, but it shouldn’t be exercised recklessly.

  After p for a while, Jiang Qin took out his phone and called Cao Guangyu, the seost popur user on the forum, known as the Uious Young Master Cao.

  Old Cao was not affiliated with the website, and his posts on the forum didn’t have a direct retionship with its ercial partnerships.

  Moreover, Old Cao opur!

  Despite his posts being abstract, eae attracted criticism, which was a skill in itself.

  The situation needed his intervention; otherwise, there was no good solution.

  “Old Cao, where are you?”

  “At an i cafe on South Street? Perfect. e out, walk towards the back, turn in where you see the public bathhouse sign, and find ‘Huimin Fruit Stand.’ I’ll wait for you here.”

  After hearing this, Jian bit her lip, not wanting this matter to bee widely known. “Why are you calling Cao Guangning?”

  “It’s Guangyu,” Jiang Qin corrected her with a gnce. “Didn’t you go to school?”

  “…”

  Old Cao arrived quickly, a his interrupted game, and told Jiang Qin, “You’d better have a good reason for this!”

  Jiang Qin expihe situation, and upon seeing the se, Old Cao fell silent.

  “You’re a big name on the forum with a strong influence. If you post about this, you might help her. But it could also ruin your online persona, and you might eve criticized, with people asking why a rich sed geion like you doesn’t just give her mohink about it. Helping is a favor; not helping is yht.”

  “Then… I’ll try.”

  Jiang Qin looked at him. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, trying doesn’t oney,” Cao Guangyu nodded.

  “Alright, Old Cao, I didn’t expect you to have such a good side, being so kind.”

  Old Cao spat. “I had to leave my game unfinished because of you.”

  “Then it’s decided. I’ll have them draft something for you, and you just post it on the forum.”

  “Should I write it myself?”

  Jiang Qin was surprised. “Are you sure?”

  “Well, I am a student of Lin Uy. I do have some writing skills.”

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