Chapter 17

When he returned to the dormitory, Zhao Kan was still playing games.

However, Qin Lang’s bed had already been made up, with new sheets, blankets, pillows, and mosquito nets... all of which were new and even sprayed with perfume.

Looking at this brand new bed, Qin Lang couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.

"Qin Lang, you’re back?"

Only then did Zhao Kan notice that Qin Lang had returned to the dormitory. He put down the mouse, his face full of excitement, "Qin Lang, you’re amazing! I heard a very pretty girl laid out your bed this afternoon. You’re really something!"

"Don’t daydream, she’s my cousin," Qin Lang grunted. He knew who had done this as soon as he saw the bed.

Qin Lang was also helpless when it came to this "cousin."

"By the way, Qin Lang, you’ve already skipped quite a few classes since you got to school. Be careful!" Zhao Kan kindly reminded Qin Lang, "It’s not a big deal to skip morning and evening study sessions, but if you skip too many regular classes, you’ll get into trouble. The school might even target you!"

"Thanks for the reminder." Qin Lang knew Zhao Kan meant well, but he clearly didn’t take it to heart.

Qin Lang climbed onto his bed and soon entered a meditative state.

Zhao Kan continued talking for a while before realizing that Qin Lang wasn’t responding, assuming he had fallen asleep. Without anyone to chat with, Zhao Kan had no choice but to continue playing his computer games.

Over the next two days, Qin Lang indeed didn’t skip any classes, but most of the time, he was in a "wandering in the void" state. He wasn’t paying attention to the lessons, completely immersed in the understanding of martial arts techniques. Only during biology class did he "return to normal."

During these two days, Qin Lang didn’t contact Han Sanqiang. He knew that Han Sanqiang, being the leader of this area, must have some skills. After being betrayed and removing the traitor, Han Sanqiang would certainly be more cautious in the future.

As for the matter with An Desheng, Qin Lang knew he couldn’t rush it.

Old Poison not only wanted him to deal with An Desheng but also to take over all of An Desheng’s assets.

How could he take over everything if he didn’t even know the ins and outs of An Desheng’s business?

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Today was Saturday, and the last class in the morning was biology.

Since the biology class representative was on sick leave, Tao Ruoxiang appointed Qin Lang as the temporary class representative, which caused many of the boys to envy him.

Being a class representative sounded good, but it was actually a tedious job of collecting and distributing homework. However, if it was for Tao Ruoxiang, the tedious job turned into a pleasant one, which was why so many people envied Qin Lang.

After school, Qin Lang carried the homework to Tao Ruoxiang’s office.

It was a large office with over a dozen desks, but Tao Ruoxiang’s desk had a good feng shui position, near the corner by the window, allowing her to enjoy the campus scenery at any time.

"Qin Lang, have you collected all the homework? Put it here." Tao Ruoxiang lightly patted the corner of her desk, indicating where Qin Lang should place the homework.

"Only Zhou Lingling is missing." This was clearly unnecessary, as Zhou Lingling was the biology class representative and was on sick leave today. Qin Lang said this to start a conversation.

"Yes, I know." Tao Ruoxiang didn’t give Qin Lang a chance, "Thank you. Go have your meal quickly."

"Hey... Aunt Tao, it’s the weekend today. Do you have any plans?" Qin Lang persisted.

"Right, it’s the weekend. Why aren’t you going home?" Tao Ruoxiang asked, but as soon as she said it, she felt she had been tricked, as it gave Qin Lang an opportunity to talk.

Sure enough, Qin Lang seized the opportunity and sighed, "The day is too short, and my home isn’t in Xiayang City but in Anrong City, which is nearly 200 kilometers away. It’s too tiring to travel back and forth!"

"That’s true." Tao Ruoxiang said, "In that case, you should focus more on your studies. Qin Lang, I’ve heard other teachers talking about you in the office. Do you want to know what they said?"

"Are they saying I have exceptional talent? That I’m young and promising, destined for greatness?" Qin Lang joked, now more familiar with Tao Ruoxiang.

"Be serious!" Tao Ruoxiang deliberately put on a stern face, "The other teachers say you’re like a piece of rotten wood, only wasting your time, destined to achieve nothing. Some even call you a bad apple, a troublemaker! Qin Lang, what’s going on with you? Your biology grades are excellent, but why are your other subjects so poor? I don’t think you can’t do it; it’s just that you’re not putting in the effort!"

"Aunt Tao, we’re so familiar now, I’ll be honest with you— I really don’t like the other subjects! I have no interest in them!"

Tao Ruoxiang’s face turned slightly red, but she said, "Don’t make excuses for your laziness. By the way, didn’t you tell me your goal is to get into South China University? With your current situation, I think it’s very unlikely!"

"Don’t be disappointed, Aunt Tao!" Qin Lang quickly explained, "I’m really trying my best. Just wait and see the results of this month’s exam; I won’t let you down!"

"It’s okay to disappoint me, but don’t disappoint your parents or yourself." Tao Ruoxiang said, "Alright, if your grades improve significantly by the end of the month, I’ll treat you to a meal!"

"Really? No Sun Bo to ruin it?" Qin Lang really said anything, fortunately, the other teachers had already left the office. Otherwise, if Sun Bo heard this, he would be furious.

"Alright, go study now." Tao Ruoxiang said, then suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Qin Lang, your biology grades are good. Are you familiar with insect species and related knowledge?"

"Not just familiar, I’m an expert." Pride was always Qin Lang’s style.

"I hope you’re not lying." Tao Ruoxiang smiled, "Since you’re an expert, can you help me with something? At 7 PM tonight, meet me at the biology specimen lab, okay?"

"Absolutely no problem!" Qin Lang was delighted at the invitation.

Leaving Tao Ruoxiang’s office, Qin Lang ran into Zhao Kan, who was about to go home with his backpack.

"Qin Lang, you’re not going home today?" Zhao Kan asked.

"Too much trouble to travel back and forth." Qin Lang shook his head.

"Alright—then let’s hang out tonight. I’ll introduce you to a few friends." Zhao Kan said enthusiastically.

"Not tonight, I have to go to the lab to help Tao Teacher." Qin Lang felt a bit smug as he said this.

"Tao Teacher has asked you—impressive, looks like you’re doing well as the temporary class representative!" Zhao Kan genuinely admired him, "Keep it up, you might become the official class representative soon."

"Don’t jinx it, you’re wishing Zhou Lingling never gets better!"

"It’s not a jinx, I heard that Zhou Lingling isn’t sick but is preparing to transfer or take a leave of absence. I don’t know why, but recently, several pretty girls have chosen to take a leave of absence or transfer. It’s strange..." Zhao Kan, being a gossip lover, seemed interested and wasn’t in a hurry to go home, "This information is reliable. You know, I’m a student council member."

"Student council member? You’re just the poetry club president—"

"Still a position!" Zhao Kan grunted, "Let me tell you, don’t underestimate our poetry club. Honestly, besides writing poetry, we have a significant and sacred mission—"

At this point, Zhao Kan paused, and Qin Lang, growing impatient, said, "Stop being mysterious, just say it!"

"This significant and sacred mission is to collect all sorts of gossip about the beauties of No. 7 High School!" Zhao Kan grunted.

"Be a paparazzi? Isn’t that the job of the school newspaper editors?"

"They—" Zhao Kan said disdainfully, "These school newspaper editors only collect news about the principal’s inspections, school honors, and top students, which have no news value! Only our poetry club truly cares about what the boys of No. 7 High School want. Under my wise leadership, we are preparing to launch a No. 7 High School beauty campus photo album, with a poem for each beauty. It’s currently available for pre-order. Interested?"

After all this, Zhao Kan was actually trying to sell Qin Lang something.

"Two! Hardcovers!" Qin Lang was straightforward and didn’t hide it.

"Brother, you’re a real friend!" Zhao Kan was delighted.

"However, I have a small request."

"Please speak."

"I don’t want any poems with these two copies!"

Zhao Kan was speechless.