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  Chapter 110: The Fear of parison Among Men

  TL: Etude

  As the noon css ended, Jiang Qin rose and announced his departure, followed closely by Feng Nanshu, who hurried after him.

  This se evoked a bitter se among most of the male students. Their disfort stemmed not only from Jiang Qin’s inexplicable charm that attracted the aloof and graceful Feng Nanshu but also from a more crucial point: why were some girls, far less attractive than Feng Nanshu, also far less amiable?

  It seemed only fair to possess at least one of two qualities.

  If not blessed with beauty, couldn’t o least emute Feng Nanshu’s charm and obedience? And if one was temperamental and unreasonable, couldn’t they peh physical attractiveness?

  Yet, Feng Nanshu embodied both traits: she was both charming, obedient, aiful, exclusively engaging with Jiang Qin, a man of no remarkable distin. This stark trast ainfully evident.

  “I really want to know the story between Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin. I ’t prehend why she’s so attached to him,” said Zhang Guangxu, a dorm mate of Zhuang , uo hold back his curiosity.

  Zhuang replied with a faint smile, “Indeed. Apart from beihy, Jiang Qi seem to have any other merits. But wealth isn’t really a merit, is it, ?”

  “What ts as a merit, then?” Jian asked indifferently.

  Zhuang was momentarily perplexed.

  He knew Jian always disdaihe stereotypes of the wealthy, frivolous, or sleazy. Yet, why did she suddenly sider wealth a merit? Slightly irritated, Jian suggested, “Let’s hurry to the cafeteria for lunch, and then you apao South Street to visit the old dy.”

  “Okay, I’ll carry your books.”

  After lunch, uhe bright autumn sun, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu leisurely made their way to South Street, heading towards the alley at the very end.

  By then, a crowd had already gathered at the entrance of Huimin Fruit Shop. The fruits had been sold out since early m. People even requested to buy the apple crates for st old books, but the elderly owner refused to sell them or accept any donations.

  Jian , Zhuang , Song Qingqing, Jiang Tian, and Cao Guangyu had arrived earlier, all moved by the se before them.

  “Popurity is king,” Jiang Qin thought, reminded of the fan-ey of the future.

  Hearing the word ‘king,’ Cao Guangyu’s eyes lit up, puffing up his chest, “I haven’t really put in my full effort yet.”

  “Old Cao, you boast so fidently, yet when it es to real a, you aplished something signifit. Don’t you feel any enlighte?” Jiang Qin g him.

  “When did I ever boast?” Cao Guangyu retorted, unvinced.

  Jiang Qin replied with a look, “If you never boasted, why are you still single?”

  Cao Guangyu was about to respond, “Aren’t you also…” but stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Feng Nanshu, radiant and entio Jiang Qin, and wisely closed his mouth.

  Yes, these two were always known as just friends.

  Yet, many couples who were inseparably close often eheir way of iion. The reason arent without saying.

  “paring oo others be disheartening.”

  “What?” Jiang Qin was momentarily puzzled.

  Cao Guangyu spat, “Nothing, I’ll find someooo!”

  Meanwhile, Jian stood quietly to the side, listening to Jiang Qin and Cao Guangyu’s versation, her eyes refleg a mix of plex and indisible emotions.

  There were two boys she disliked the most since her arrival at Lin Uy.

  The first was the frivolous Jiang Qin, and the sed was the greasy Cao Guangyu.

  She felt that her of these two men were as good as Zhuang , who olite alemanly. However, as things stood, she realized that being a gentleman didn’t seem to hold much value after all.

  Yesterday, during the act, Zhuang had gone pale, repeating the words “Are you okay?” over and over. But looking back, she realized he was more flustered than herself, only able to express verbally without really being able to do anything.

  Some people are indeed good with details but fall short when it es to handling major issues…

  While others might not be as meticulous in everyday matters, they are decisive and clear-headed when it matters most.

  This trast ainfully striking, leaving Jian at a loss for words, unsure of how to face Zhuang , who had always liked her.

  She felt unfortable realizing that Zhuang was not only inferior to Jiang Qin but now seemed even less petent than Cao Guangyu.

  “ , let’s go. The old dy is fine now,” Zhuang said softly.

  Jian nodded, “Yes, let’s go. We’re not needed here anymore.”

  At that moment, a ripping sound was heard. Everyouro see Jiang Qin tearing apart an apple crate, revealing a pin, unprinted side.

  He whispered something to Feng Nanshu, who obediently took out a pen from her bag and wrote two characters on one side and two different characters oher.

  “One side says ‘Open for Business’, the other ‘Sold Out’.”

  After Feng Nanshu finished writing, she darkehe characters and hahem to Jiang Qin, who then drew a circle under “Open for Business” and a cross under “Sold Out.”

  “Old dy, hang this on your door. Flip to the circle when you have fruits for sale, and to the cross when you’re sold out. This eople won’t keep knog on your door, and you won’t have to keep expining,” Jiang Qin advised.

  “That makes sense. I uand now,” the old dy said, looking at the sign. “I may not be able to read, but the writing is beautiful, and so is the person who wrote it.”

  Feng Nanshu’s eyes sparkled, “You’re a good person.”

  “You all are good people,” the old dy said, her eyes misty.

  The female students from the Finance Css 3 were all silent at this se.

  Hanging signs like ‘Open for Business’ and ‘Sold Out’ were on business practices, but at that moment, aside from Jiang Qin, no one else had thought of doing it.

  Yes, increased foot traffid a wider er base were good, but having to repeatedly expin when out of stock was a disturbance, especially for an elderly person.

  Hanging a sign like this made everything clear at a gnce, eliminating the need for further expnation.

  Most importantly, Jiang Qin had sidered that the old dy couldn’t read and used simple, uandable symbols to vey different messages.

  Jian fell silent too.

  Some people are not only capable of handling signifit issues but also adept at managiails; it all depends oher they want to or not.

  Jian turo Zhuang , “Do you now see what merits Jiang Qin has besides beihy?”

  “Hmm, he does have some clever ideas,” Zhuang admitted with a hint of admiration.

  …

  In the following two days, Jiang Qi visiting the general office, apanying Professor Yan in tea drinking, gardening, and sunbathing. However, the professor remaiight-lipped about his past failed venture, unwilling to divulge more.

  Jiang Qin knew Professor Yan had his shadows.

  Everyone in this world has their own shadows.

  He had his too, and he was also relut to speak of them.

  heless, Professor Yan was quite happy. Having a young person to chat and drink tea with made his otherwise monotonous work hours much more enjoyable.

  Additionally, Professor Yan uzzled by something. Although Jiang Qin was only aeen-year-old young man, his way of speaking and ag was exceptionally adept, showing no signs of immaturity. Instead, he possessed a maturity far beyond his years.

  Even though he sometimes acted inappropriately, crag various jokes, these could also be seen as a form of adult humor, piquing curiosity.

  In the evening, with the sky awash in su hues, Jiang Qin apanied Professor Yan for a walk around the sports field before returning to the general office.

  There, a delicate gift box y in front of Cao Xingyue, adorned with a card that read, “ Anhua loves Cao Xingyue.”

  “Wow, senior sister, did you receive another sweet little gift from your boyfriend?”

  “Jealous, aren’t you?”

  Cao Xiurned around with a smug look, but upon notig Professor Yan behind her, she quickly gred at Jiang Qin.

  Jiang Qin chuckled, then escorted Professor Yan off work auro the general office to chat with Cao Xingyue.

  “Senior sister, rojects had Professor Yan supervised before?”

  Cao Xingyue pondered, “I’m not sure. I joined after the professor was rehired. Iwo years, besides your website, I haven’t really seen any signifit entrepreneurial projects.”

  “Is that so…” Jiang Qi a bit disappointed and then turo ask about a drama-loving senior colleague who seemed absent tely.

  “He quit.”

  “Why?”

  Cao Xingyue lowered her voice, “Professor Yan gave me a very important reendation. He felt it oio stay.”

  “So it’s just you here now? That must be tough.”

  Jiang Qihat, though the entrepreneurship ter cked notable projects, it was still inundated daily with students submitting applications for credit. Just the preliminary s of these forms was exhausting.

  “Professor Yan has requested additional help from the uy. They’ll assign two junior sisters to assist me soon. But speaking of this, I owe you thanks. If it weren’t for your project, I might not have received this opportunity.”

  Jiang Qin was surprised, “How is that reted to me?”

  “Your project is the one I’m in charge of, and it’s been the most successful i years,” Cao Xingyue said, her mood visibly lifted.

  Jiang Qin nodded, g the por cup she received as a gift, and then at Cao Xingyue’s smile, “Do girls really get so happy receiving gifts?”

  Cao Xingyue looked up at him, “Weren’t you the one who said you’re not into dating? Why suddenly ied in this?”

  “I never said I want to give anyone a gift. Just a pure inquiry,” Jiang Qin replied nontly.

  “Alright, I’ll tell you. Whether it makes one happy depends on who sends it and what it is. As long as it’s a meaningful gift from someone you like, no girl would be unhappy.”

  After a moment of thought, Jiang Qin asked, “What if it’s just a simple gift?”

  Cao Xingyue scoffed, “Who would give a gift just for the sake of it?”

  “…”

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