CIATB Chapter 116 Back to School!
Chapter 116 Back to School!
For contemporary college students, 8 a.m. on Monday morning is definitely a punishment for violating their biological clock.
At the entrance of Jiangzhou University, a bright red Ferrari SF90, like a burning flame, arrogantly stopped in the no-parking zone with a deep roar.
The students rushing to class all turned to look at him.
While supercars of this caliber aren't exactly rare at Jiangda University, such a high-profile display early in the morning usually indicates a rich kid is dropping his girlfriend off at school.
The car window rolled down.
Zhang Yan unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed helplessly, "President Nie, this is enough. If you drive any further, the principal will be calling me in for tea."
In the driver's seat, Nie Qingcheng wore sunglasses that covered half of her face, and her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, were slightly upturned.
Instead of wearing her usual aggressive business attire, she opted for a beige turtleneck sweater with a khaki trench coat over it, and casually tied her hair into a low ponytail.
She doesn't look like a female CEO worth hundreds of billions; she looks more like an intellectual and elegant university lecturer.
"What? You think I'm embarrassing you?"
Nie Qingcheng took off her sunglasses, her peach blossom eyes fixed on him with a half-smile, "Are you still afraid of being seen by the little girls at school, interfering with your harem building, Young Master Zhang?"
"If I had those thoughts, would I still be alive to get out of bed last night?"
Zhang Yan rubbed his still aching lower back and muttered something under his breath.
Last night, this woman used every trick in the book to "reward" him for fixing Big Black, which is why his legs are still weak.
Nie Qingcheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she reached out to pinch his thigh: "Stop being cheeky! Focus on your class, or if I find out you're flirting with girls..."
She paused, glanced down, and her tone turned dangerous: "I'll show you what real 'physical castration' is like."
Zhang Yan felt a chill in his crotch and quickly pushed open the door to get out of the car: "Let's go, let's go, we'll be late if we don't leave now."
"etc."
Nie Qingcheng called out to him and pointed to her cheek.
Zhang Yan looked around and saw that the security guard was playing on his phone with his back to them, so he quickly went over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"good."
Nie Qingcheng patted his head with satisfaction, as if petting her own golden retriever, "I'll pick you up after school."
boom--
The Ferrari floored the accelerator, leaving Zhang Yan with a cloud of exhaust fumes, and sped away.
Zhang Yan stood by the roadside, looking at the envious, jealous, and hateful eyes of the boys around him, and shrugged helplessly.
Being a kept man is not something just anyone can do.
Not only do you need a strong back, you also need thick skin.
……
When Zhang Yan returned to dormitory 302, he had just pushed open the door when he heard a pig-like scream.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! That's so cool!"
The fat man, Wang Hao, was wearing a pair of SpongeBob SquarePants shorts, with one foot on a chair, frantically typing away at the computer screen.
The video playing on the screen was a distorted edit of the scene from yesterday's "Tiangongfang" opening, showing the mechanical dog Wangcai dragging Zhou Wenbin along.
After a night of buzz, the video has climbed to the top of the trending list on Bilibili, with the barrage of comments like "protective dog," "hardcore security," and "mass production recommended."
"Old Zhang! You're back!"
Wang Hao turned around and saw Zhang Yan, his fat body jiggling three times. He pounced on him, exclaiming, "Look! This is real manly romance! A mechanical dog! It can spray water! It can grab people!"
Zhang Yan turned away in disgust to avoid his bear hug: "Calm down, you sprayed saliva on me."
"Calm down my ass!"
Wang Hao was so excited his face turned red. "This is a project from the Qingcheng Group! Weren't you... cough cough, well, you know, with President Nie? Have you ever seen this thing? Is it real or special effects?"
Zhang Yan tossed his backpack onto the bed, pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table: "I've met you before."
"Really?"
Wang Hao's eyes widened like saucers as he leaned closer and whispered, "Is this dog really made? Or is it a model?"
"I've not only seen it, I've also touched it."
Zhang Yan unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. "The feel is so-so, a bit rough on the hand."
Of course, he specially thickened the armor layer for Wangcai to protect it from bullets.
"Keep bragging!"
Wang Hao clearly didn't believe Zhang Yan could access such core secrets. "Even though you're President Nie's little puppy, this kind of high technology is probably only accessible to the core senior management."
"At most, you can only look from a distance."
Zhang Yan smiled but offered no explanation.
If you told this fat guy that he made the dog by hand from scrap metal, Wang Hao would probably have a heart attack on the spot.
"Alright, stop studying dogs."
Zhang Yan glanced at the time. "It's almost eleven o'clock. I don't have class until the afternoon. Come on, let me treat you to lunch."
Upon hearing the word "meal," Wang Hao's attention immediately shifted: "Where to eat? The second canteen or the back street?"
"Let's go to the Bauhinia Garden."
Wang Hao was stunned for a moment.
Zijingyuan is the most upscale Western restaurant opposite Jiangda University, with an average cost of four figures per person. It's usually only frequented by rich second-generation guys looking to pick up girls.
"Old Zhang, you've struck it rich?"
Wang Hao looked at him suspiciously, "Even though you're a kept man, we have to have some backbone and not squander a rich woman's money."
Zhang Yan pulled a black card out of his pocket—it was a supplementary card that Nie Qingcheng had given him, with unlimited credit.
He waved it in front of Wang Hao: "President Nie said this is my 'nutrition allowance,' and I'll get a beating when I get home if I don't spend it all."
Wang Hao stared at the black card and remained silent for three seconds.
Then, with a "thump," he knelt down on one knee and hugged Zhang Yan's leg.
"Godfather! Please accept my bow!"
"I want a double portion of Wellington steak!"
……
Twenty minutes later, at the Bauhinia Garden Restaurant.
Zhang Yan and Wang Hao sat by the window.
Looking at the exquisite Wellington steak in front of him, which resembled a work of art, and the red wine in the decanter next to it, Wang Hao was moved to tears.
"Old Zhang, the best thing I've ever done in my life is becoming your roommate."
While cutting his steak, Wang Hao mumbled, "This is what they call 'when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.'"
Zhang Yan slowly and methodically cut the pasta on his plate, but his mind was preoccupied with the stupid task the system had issued.
It's impossible for me to keep a low profile.
[Build a "land-based flying machine" that will astound the world within three days.]
The name sounds impressive, but we just manufacture cars.
However, the system's restrictions are quite unfair: you must use existing materials.
In other words, he can't directly exchange for the finished product; he has to find the parts and assemble it himself.
Moreover, the definition of "land-based aircraft" is very vague.
Is it as fast as flying?
Or can it really fly close to the ground?