Chapter 88: Renting a Truck
Yu Deng feigned irritation. His small mouth tightened as he put on airs, even turning his face away, clearly not wanting to talk to Ning Qian.
To be so domineering even after making a mistake—unreasonable yet full of confidence. As expected of him.
Ning Qian looked at Yu Deng’s mochi-like cheeks, his teeth itching, and once again humbled himself.
“Dengdeng, don’t be angry anymore. How about I bring you KFC tomorrow?”
“I only heard it from others too. Some people just like to bully boys. I was just afraid you’d be taken advantage of.”
“Zhou Yuejun is so much stronger than you, you’re no match for him. What if he hits you or forces you—what would you do?”
Yu Deng didn’t like hearing words like this.
He wasn’t that frail and useless, okay?
Besides, he clearly hit Zhou Yuejun more often; he was the one in power.
He had Zhou Yuejun wrapped around his little finger. How could Zhou Yuejun not listen to him?
Yu Deng replied with angry petulance, “Then I’ll just lie down and let him do whatever he wants!”
Daring to question his strength and methods?
Ning Qian: “…”
Yu Deng had just pushed the car door open when Jian Ling came over. “What were you two doing in the car? Got sand in your eye? Let me take a look.”
After speaking, he pinched Yu Deng’s jaw and inspected carefully.
But Jian Ling was only looking at Yu Deng’s mouth, checking if it was swollen and whether he had been sneaking around behind Zhou Yuejun’s back.
This was an open space below the dormitory building where cars were usually parked.
Yu Deng’s gaze flickered, and he saw a car driving away.
His eyesight was decent; he recognized the person as the one who had argued with Jian Ling in the dorm earlier.
He was so surprised he wanted to point, but Jian Ling pushed his hand down first. “I’ll tell you later.”
Ning Qian had just finished deluding himself. Hearing Jian Ling say this, the tiny bit of suspicion in his heart vanished instantly.
Just now, he and Yu Deng were so close they almost kissed, yet Jian Ling still thought it was just dust in his eye.
Yet he alone was filthy and dirty-minded, assuming two guys getting close meant they were kissing.
Ning Qian took Yu Deng’s things from the back seat and attentively carried them up for him.
Then he wiped Yu Deng’s desk, changed his quilt, and even scrubbed his shoes—busying himself in a flurry.
Where was there even a trace of young master temper? If Yu Deng so much as furrowed his brow, Ning Qian would have to slap himself and then coax the boy with a smile.
It was getting dark. Yu Deng was watching Jian Ling cover his books. Only after Ning Qian had finished all the chores did he dare to speak to Yu Deng, remaining cautious and careful.
“Dengdeng, I’m leaving. Tomorrow at noon I’ll bring you lunch. It’s homemade, definitely tastier than the cafeteria, and hygienic too.”
Ning Qian’s family ran a big business. They had nannies and drivers. When his parents weren’t using the driver, they would often have the driver deliver things to Ning Qian.
“No need, it’s too troublesome. I’ll eat at the cafeteria.”
Ning Qian didn’t find it troublesome; he only knew that he had been rejected by Yu Deng.
In his previous world, although Yu Deng was frail and sickly, he still had to study.
He could understand English, so he wouldn’t end up an illiterate.
The only thing that gave Yu Deng a headache was the very first class of the semester, where the professor listed all the certificates they had to take over the next four years.
They were told to try their best to take all of them.
Yu Deng: “?”
The various types of certificates pressed down on his head, making his vision go dark.
Yu Deng even wanted to ask 107 to help him cheat, letting him be a little piece of trash.
Suddenly, Yu Deng’s freshly emptied mind focused instantly. Startled, his body gave a shiver, disturbing Jian Ling, who was listening attentively.
Jian Ling covered his mouth to hide his voice and whispered, “What’s wrong?”
Yu Deng shook his head and fell into deep, self-absorbed gloom, pouting and lowering his brows.
According to the normal trajectory, after he and Zhou Yuejun separated, not only would he have no money for school, but he also wouldn’t be able to support himself. Unable to return home, he would have no choice but to fall into the entertainment industry as a host, plummeting into the abyss from then on.
Did that mean he wouldn’t be able to study anymore?
Unable to finish halfway through his studies—before even starting, the little villain’s self-confidence had been crushed.
[You can, baby can definitely study.]
[Once the male lead’s career is about to get on track, we’ll break up with him, and your mission will be considered complete.]
As for being a host? How could that happen?
His host was so beautiful. Others would be climbing the social ladder just begging to accompany him.
With 107’s guarantee, Yu Deng studied quite seriously. When he returned to the dorm at night, he was still organizing the day’s notes.
He just loved learning.
“Room 304, Yang An, someone’s looking for you.”
Yang An was memorizing vocabulary. Hearing his name, he was very surprised.
His family lived in a rural village, far from the city. Why would someone be looking for him?
Harboring doubts, he still went.
The dorm desk was right in the middle. Yu Deng was sitting on a stool and had just put down his pen when Yang An walked back in.
Their gazes collided, and Yang An was startled—visibly frightened—before returning to his own bed with timid, cowering steps.
Although Yu Deng didn’t particularly like hearing Yang An speak, the three of them went to classes and ate together. He hadn’t bullied Yang An, either.
The construction site needed trucks to haul rebar and cement. Previously, Wu Da’s trucks had all been rented.
Zhou Yuejun had kept the phone number of the previous site he worked at. He called to ask Wu Da, who gave him the address and chatted with him for a bit.
Wu Da still hoped Zhou Yuejun would go work on the coast.
That job was formal, and as a management position, aside from subordinates, the people he dealt with were bosses and dignitaries. The network of connections was vast.
If he truly gained the appreciation of some big shot, a meteoric rise wouldn’t just be talk.
Yet Zhou Yuejun insisted on staying in Jiangcheng.
“Aiyo, if I had known earlier, I should have had your brother apply to a university over here.”
After the call ended, He Yuan immediately inquired.
“What did he say? Did you get the address? Are we going now?”
Zhou Yuejun nodded, not taking Wu Da’s previous words to heart.
The truck rental company was in the suburbs. Zhou Yuejun and He Yuan transferred buses three times before finding the place.
The suburbs were poorly developed. A lot of garbage was transported and piled up here. In the heat of summer, stifled together, the smell was overpowering.
As soon as they got off the bus, He Yuan pinched his nose from the stench. “Woah, is this toxic? Don’t let me stink to death.”
Almost the entire surrounding area was piled with garbage, radiating stench from all directions. He Yuan couldn’t hide from it even if he wanted to.
“Quick, quick, quick, over there, the truck lot. I see the sign.”
The rental place was actually quite easy to find. There was a large tin shed with a sign out front. He Yuan ran super fast.
The door opened, and a man wearing a sleeveless vest walked out. He was solidly built and gave them a couple of appraising glances.
“Come in.”
The other party didn’t ask what they were there for. The sign was out front; anyone with eyes could see it. He kicked the slightly jammed door open, letting them inside.
Inside were three other men sitting together playing poker. Seeing people enter, they only gave a casual greeting.
“Lao San, take them to have a look.”
The one called Lao San was exactly the man who had opened the door for them. Looking closely at the four of them, they really looked alike. They all had square faces, and nine times out of ten, they were brothers.
Lao San wasn’t in a hurry to lead them either. “Look at the trucks first or talk price first?”
His attitude was okay. He seemed to have a bit of a temper, but he wasn’t domineering or irritable.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t care about the rest. His ice-block face was indifferent. “Look at the trucks first.”
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