Yuan Zhengxiang's face turned ugly, as dark as a storm cloud.
Remembering his past deeds with Song Wei, Qin Hao's expression grew even colder, "Get out now."
Yuan Zhengxiang's face turned from pale to flush, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes while his hand turned somewhat white from gripping too hard.
With a cold smirk, Qin Hao watched him until Yuan Zhengxiang finally turned and went back to his seat.
Du Wanrou spoke softly, "You really shouldn't offend him, his family is quite powerful."
Curious, Qin Hao asked, "What does his family do?"
"A small jewelry company," Du Wanrou answered. Chapter Enjoy:
No wonder that guy had such an exquisite box, probably a fine item taken from home.
At eleven forty-five in the morning, the school bell rang for dismissal.
The senior students gathered all their belongings, as it was mandatory to take everything with them or it would be treated as trash.
Most had already taken a lot of things home, only carrying some revision materials and mock exam papers at noon.
Outside the school, Xia Qing was already waiting for him at the gate.
Seeing Qin Hao come out, she called out with a charming dimple on her face, "Qin Hao."
Qin Hao smiled and nodded; she was carrying a small black backpack and looked strikingly charming.
The two walked side by side, looking like a couple and drawing envious glances.
From inside a nearby BMW, Du Wanrou saw this and glanced at the fancy gift box beside her, pouting slightly in dissatisfaction.
She said, "Mr. Lin, let's go back."
"Sure, Miss."
Picking up the box, she looked at it curiously, "What has he sent me?"
The exquisite gift box was slowly opened, and upon seeing its contents, Du Wanrou's eyes widened and her cheeks instantly flushed red.
The box was quickly covered again, "This jerk actually sent this? Shameless, lewd, why don't you drop dead."
She felt an urge to have Mr. Lin turn back and beat up Qin Hao.
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After walking a distance, Xia Qing suddenly remembered something, "Oh, my parents asked me to buy a roasted duck, would you come with me since you're free?"
Qin Hao nodded, "Yeah, sure."
Curious, Qin Hao asked, "What were you going to say just now?"
Xia Qing's cheeks reddened further. She took a deep breath, looked Qin Hao in the eyes, and said earnestly, "No matter which university you get into, my feelings for you won't change."
Having said that, Xia Qing's cheeks were completely crimson, and she quickly turned and hurried away from there.
The unified exam was imminent, and given Qin Hao's scores, it was unlikely that he and she, as well as Du Wanrou, would end up at the same university.
She was afraid that if she didn't speak now, she would never get another chance.
Qin Hao stood there, watching Xia Qing's retreating figure, his expression complex. He sighed deeply after a long while.
Xia Qing's words were tantamount to a confession to him.
She clearly knew about Qin Hao's past performance and was afraid they would end up in different places, never getting another chance to speak.
Qin Hao could tell she was serious, that even if he ended up in a lesser university, she wouldn't change her heart.
This had a huge impact on his heart.
His mind involuntarily thought of Du Wanrou. If he really ended up in a lesser university, would she act like Xia Qing?
The answer was no.
Even if he got into Jianghai University, whether Du Wanrou would fall for him remained an unknown.
But even he didn't know why he was so fond of Du Wanrou.
Perhaps it was fate.
But when he thought of Xia Qing, he was very conflicted.
Well, let it be up to fate.
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"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the side mission and random task, awarding 1200 achievement points."
Qin Hao heard the system's message but could not feel happy as he walked home.
Once home, Qin Hao turned on his computer and logged onto the messaging software, but he didn't know what to do next.
Just then, his messaging software pinged. When he opened it, he was surprised to see someone had sent him a friend request.
When he saw the username, he was taken aback—wasn't that Du Wanrou's username?
After he accepted, he cautiously sent a message: "Is it the class president?"
But Du Wanrou did not reply. In the afternoon, he did a few test papers, and at five o'clock, he went out to buy a roasted duck and also checked on the roasted duck restaurant's business.
He could clearly see that the roasted duck restaurant's business was stronger day by day, with significantly more foot traffic than on the first day.