[TEASER] The Scum Gong Begs Me to Get Back Together, but I Just Want to Get Rich

13: Meeting you, my heart is unmoved

The study tyrant's notes were even better than textbook exercises. Jiang Xiao cherished them so much he didn't dare to write on them.

Thanks to the notes, he and Lin HeYuan crossed paths more often. Jiang Xiao had trouble understanding certain sections, so he would go over to ask about them during breaks. Lin HeYuan might not talk much, but he got to the point when it came to studying. Jiang Xiao was also very thorough, so student and teacher got along well.

Lin HeYuan seemed to have taken to heart what Jiang Xiao said about Lin QingYu. He didn't lose his temper with her. He just secretly went to the boy and talked to him about it. The other party took it surprisingly well and was fair-minded, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see things from Lin QingYu's point of view. After they had a talk, everything was resolved.

Jiang Xiao's small business was also going smoothly. And because of Lin HeYuan, his new friend, studying was plain sailing too.

Ye YingYing, who was led into a new realm by Jiang Xiao, had begun experiencing the hardships of seriously learning how to draw and paint. It wasn't effortless fun like he'd imagined at the start. From time to time he looked at Jiang Xiao with resentful eyes, but everything else was good. Even Xia WanWan's health, the thing Jiang Xiao worried about the most, was much improved.

But he never expected to see Lin ChengYu in Houlin county.

By now it was almost December. The weather had turned cold, and Jiang Xiao was wearing a heavy turtleneck sweater. The school uniform coat was a little thin, but he still felt warm because the fabric blocked the wind.

Now that he had the shelf, Jiang Xiao's merchandise was selling even faster. In addition to the students, young girls who lived nearby also came to buy things. Some of the most popular items had already sold out. He calculated that when the weather got colder he could add some new products. Hats, gloves, and hand warmers would be easy to sell in this season. Liujiang's goods were fresher than Houlin's. There was money to be made.

Houlin was much, much colder than Liujiang on the southern coast. In wintertime, it snowed. Jiang Xiao had lived in Liujiang for a long time in his last life and hadn't seen the snow in many years. After he got out of school, he walked home. His thoughts were brimming with plans as well as hope for the future.

Ahead on the street there was an old man collecting plastic bottles. The road was slippery and the man suddenly fell. The opening of his plastic carryall was loose, and plastic bottles dropped with a clatter all over the ground. Suddenly a cold wind gusted, and the jugs began to roll away. The old man was anxious. He finally managed to stand up, but he couldn't catch the bottles that had been blown in all directions by the wind.

Jiang Xiao happened to see it and immediately bent down to help pick them up. He'd naturally lent a hand with this sort of thing. He was young and quick and didn't think it was especially dirty. He soon picked up the bottles that had rolled the farthest, but he didn't have a bag to put them in. His hands were full, and the cold wind that was blowing was a little miserable.

Just as he reached down to pick up another bottle, he saw someone come over to help. Jiang Xiao's head was lowered, so all he saw of this kind-hearted person were some very high quality black trousers and a knee-length gray coat, which weren't at all cheap-looking. The man bent down beside him and picked up the bottles Jiang Xiao couldn't get to.

It wasn't that Jiang Xiao was a snob who paid a lot of attention to people's clothes. It was just that one rarely saw this type of clothes in Houlin. It was too conspicuous to wear that kind of design in the current year. Jiang Xiao didn't have to think about it to know it was a famous foreign brand.