Chapter 71: A Large Bag!

In the morning, there had been a light rain, and the wind felt surprisingly cold against the face.

"Shen, have you had breakfast yet?"

As soon as Shen Qing stepped out of the elevator, she saw a young man dressed in black waiting by the entrance. He greeted her with a cheerful smile, holding a breakfast bag labeled "Guaranteed Satisfaction."

"No," Shen Qing replied, glancing at him with a rather indifferent air.

With a grin, the young man handed her the breakfast. "The weather's changed. The young master asked me to pick you up for school."

He paused, then quickly added, "He actually wanted to come himself, but something came up and he was delayed."

"Thank you."

"No need to be so polite. I'll hold the umbrella," the young man said brightly, opening a large black umbrella.

Shen Qing looked at him for a moment, then slowly walked over.

He opened the car door for her, waited for her to settle in, then slipped into the driver’s seat himself.

On the little table in the back were cartons of milk and yogurt, along with various snacks—everything had been prepared in abundance.

He placed the breakfast there as well. "Don't worry, Shen, everything here was picked out by the young master."

"Thank you," Shen Qing replied, not standing on ceremony as she opened the box and began to eat.

For a while, the fragrance of breakfast filled the car.

Although the young man had already eaten, he couldn’t help smacking his lips as the aroma wafted through the air.

"Shen, you don’t need to be so formal. Just call me Eleven from now on."

Eleven? Shen Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's not my real name, just a nickname," he explained, having caught her expression in the rearview mirror.

Shen Qing glanced at the mirror; Eleven, startled by her sudden gaze, quickly looked away.

"Eyes on the road," Shen Qing said coolly, continuing with her breakfast.

Eleven gave an awkward little laugh and agreed hastily.

He cursed himself inwardly. He was supposed to be one of the best, handpicked for this job—so why did he feel so inexplicably intimidated in front of a high school girl? It had to be because of the young master.

**

The car rolled slowly onto the school grounds, stopping near the academic building.

"Shen," Eleven called as she prepared to get out.

Shen Qing looked back at him.

He pointed to a compartment beneath the back seat. "There are candies from the night before last down there."

"Alright," Shen Qing replied, reaching for them. There were quite a few—she took them all.

"No password on it," she said as she got out, leaving a bank card on the table behind her.

"Wait?" Eleven wanted to protest that he didn’t need any money, but she was already walking away.

He picked up the card and weighed it in his hand, figuring there couldn’t be more than a few hundred yuan on it. He didn’t think much of it.

**

"Morning, Qing!"

Shen Qing closed her umbrella in the hallway and nodded at the girl who greeted her.

"Good morning."

Zhu Qian smiled in surprise—she hadn’t expected Shen Qing to respond.

Class Three was on the third floor, and the two climbed the stairs together in silence.

Zhu Qian stole glances at her, and every time Shen Qing looked back, Zhu Qian would blush, feeling oddly embarrassed.

"It sounds like someone is crying," Zhu Qian remarked, glancing toward the second-floor humanities class. The commotion near the girls’ restroom was hard to miss.

Once they entered the classroom, Yao Panpan hurried over.

"Big news!"

"Qing, Zhu Qian, have you heard? A girl from one of the humanities classes downstairs was beaten up."

"Ah! Qing and I heard someone crying as we came upstairs—it must have been her," Zhu Qian remembered.

Yao Panpan nodded, "A friend from middle school is in that class. She said the girl was attacked right at the school entrance this morning—her lip was split open."

"That’s awful. Who did she upset?"

"Who knows? It was someone from outside the school, but that girl’s pretty well-liked. I’ve even had lunch with her before."

Shen Qing cast them a glance, walked around Yao Panpan, and took her seat.

"Here," she said, dropping a large bag onto Nie Huan’s desk.

"So much?" Nie Huan was surprised, then quickly gathered up the goods and stashed them in her desk drawer.

As soon as Little Fatty walked into the classroom, he witnessed this extravagant scene.

"Whoa!" he muttered, hurrying over to see what was going on.

"Qing, you bought all this for Huan?" After Liu Yichen's remarks yesterday, Little Fatty realized just how wealthy Shen Qing was.

He had to hold on tight to this connection!

Chu Yu turned around and was startled by the sheer amount of candy—just one of those small bags was worth thirty thousand.

He glanced up at Shen Qing; she sat there impassively, her delicate features cool and detached, showing not even a trace of pain at the expense.

Was she really that rich?