Chapter 239 Ice Breaking Operation

Chapter 239 Ice Breaking Operation

Chapter 239 Ice Breaking Operation
Wang Zixu saw a man in a suit and tie at the end of the mountain path.

He was wearing a sexy bright yellow blazer, paired with a blue foam tie and high-waisted Hollywood pants, and he stood in an extremely upright posture.

If he didn't have a red cylindrical head, he would look like an English gentleman studying at Harvard.

It's not that his hair is red, he has no hair, but his whole head is red -

The entire head is covered by a bright red shell, and two small round eyes, like black beans, are embedded in the bright red shell, deep and bright.

Two long and thin whiskers extended from the top of his head, hanging in the air, moving, with a row of serrated tips extending down on each side.

Almost like a lobster.

Wang Zixu rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, the man with the lobster head took a hand out of his pocket, turned his back to him, and greeted him:
"Hello."

"Hello?"

"Nice to meet you again," the man said. "Do you remember me? I'm Dr. Lobster."

"Dr. Lobster? ...Oh! Dr. Lobster!"

Wang Zixu suddenly realized.

This person is not a stranger, or rather a strange shrimp.

He thought of the petite yet strong lobster on the table at the Wen'ai training base, and then of the tables and chairs at the base and the western-style road outside the house, and felt very nostalgic.

"Ah, long time no see, long time no see, you have grown so big?"

Wang Zixu looked Dr. Lobster up and down with surprise, and his tone was like that of an aunt at the village entrance welcoming her nephew back from college.

Dr. Lobster has indeed grown a lot. At first, he was just an ordinary-sized braised prawn in the pot, but now, his body has grown dozens of times, even his two whiskers are one meter long, and his bright red shell is shiny and glossy.

"Thanks to you. I've been doing pretty well lately. I'm a proud lobster."

There was no expression on Dr. Lobster's lobster head, but from his tone one could tell that he was pleasant and friendly.

Wang Zixu wanted to go around to the front of him, but Dr. Lobster kept facing him with his back.

"Why are you turning your back to me?" Wang Zixu asked.

"Oh, sorry," the doctor said, "as you can see, my eyes are on the top of my head. I can only see you when my back is facing you."

"I see. That makes sense."

"It's not very convenient for me personally," the doctor said. "I am often regarded as rude or mysterious, which is not my intention."

Wang Zixu expressed his sympathy and then asked, "What do you want from me?"

Dr. Lobster said, "I just want to ask you one question."

"You ask."

"You've offended An Younan, what will happen to the publication of Fire in the Stone?"

"Hey?"

Wang Zixu was severely stunned.

"Don't say 'eh' and say you haven't thought about this question." Dr. Lobster put his hands in his pockets.

"The publishing opportunities you risked your future for are all in An Younan's hands. Isn't it just for this that you've been entangled with her for so long?"

The prince remained silent.

"You can actually do better." Dr. Lobster said, "You can get along with An Younan without violating ethics and morals.

“You can use An Younan’s connections and channels. Once your book Fire in the Stone is published and wins an award, it won’t be too late to break up with her.

"Instead of being like this now, hurting her feelings and not getting any benefit."

Wang Zixu was silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't that the same as taking advantage of her?"

Dr. Lobster's two small eyes sparkled with sharp light: "To put it bluntly, it is exploitation. But I think it is a win-win situation."

Dr. Lobster added: "Whether it's your mother or An Younan, they are both extremely self-centered people. They only care about what they want, so they both live a happy life.

"But you, my friend, have many concerns. You care about responsibility, literature, and other people. You seek benevolence and get it, so your life is difficult. You have more and more responsibilities, but less and less happiness. No one understands you, and only literature remains.

"Her car hasn't left yet. If you turn back now, you still have time to find her and say something regretful. I believe she will forgive you."

Dr. Lobster stared at Wang Zixu intently with his two dark little eyes.

"So, you want me to use my feelings as a bargaining chip in exchange for her resources?" Wang Zixu raised his head slowly and cursed, "Who do you think I am?"

"I believe she will agree to this exchange. I think you can be a little selfish because you are not God," said Dr. Lobster.

"Yes, I am a human. But she is my sister." Wang Zixu said.

……

The second place in the world with the most efficient information flow is the Associated Press news gathering center, and the first place is the girls' restroom in a high school.

Here you can hear all the gossip in the school. The news happened one minute, and you can hear the whole story here the next minute.

"That newcomer, An Younan, is not a young lady at all," the girl said as she stood in front of the mirror, applying La Mer repair essence on her face. "I asked her, and she studied at a suburban high school before transferring here. So she is definitely not a young lady."

The girl next to her asked, "Why do you say that?"

The girl asked her back: "Can a girl from the countryside be a young lady?"

The girl next to her smiled and said, "That's true."

Chengjiao Middle School is a public high school in the suburbs of Donghai. It is also part of Donghai in terms of planning. The rate of admission to the first-tier universities is quite high, and many people want to get in but cannot.

But to them, it's just a country high school.

To be precise, for Hangchuan Foreign Language High School, there are only three high schools in Donghai and even in the whole country that are not in the countryside. The rest are all in the countryside.

The only difference is that some places are outright rural high schools, while some high schools are not so rural. Suburban high schools are considered the best among rural high schools.

But it’s still countryside.

"She really thinks she's a big shot, and she's so arrogant. I get annoyed when I see her like that."

"Yeah, who can go to Hangzhou Foreign Language School and not be a young lady? Qingqing, your father is a bank owner. Have you ever boasted about anything?"

Zhou Qingqing smiled and slapped the girl next to her, and a group of girls started teasing her.

The girls left one after another until the bell rang for class.

After a long time, the toilet cubicle door opened and An Younan walked out with a gloomy face.

This way, I will be late for class again.

...

When An Younan walked into the classroom, everyone in the class stared at her. She sat down as if nothing had happened, and the female classmate at the same table consciously pushed her textbook across the 38th parallel.

"Then let's continue the class." The teacher at the podium pushed his glasses.

Under the cover of the lecture, the student at the next table whispered:

"Didn't you ask me to read you a poem during recess?"

An Younan clasped his hands together and said apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time," said the girl sitting next to me. "If you are interested, I can lend you the Human Words."

"Let's talk about it next time." An Younan said vaguely.

Her eyes wandered over the frayed cuffs and greasy black-framed glasses of the girl at the next table.

The girl sitting next to me was called Zhao Ci. In her class, she was one of the few students who got in based on grades rather than connections. Compared to other students who had bags full of La Mer and SKⅡ, she was full of poems, lyrics, literature and other difficult things.

An Younan had just transferred to this school, and because of her natural social skills, she showed great interest in the girl's topic.

Unexpectedly, this girl seemed to have found a soulmate. During every break, she would chatter in her ear, reciting her difficult-to-understand poems.

At the beginning, An Younan was very enthusiastic (even though she felt very bored inside, she was good at making the other person think she was a good listener).

Later she discovered that Zhao Ci was a complete misfit in the class. Building a good relationship with her would not help her integrate into the group and might even have a counterproductive effect.

So she lost interest in paying attention to Zhao Ci.

...

An Younan got into the Rolls-Royce parked at the school gate. The driver wearing sunglasses started the car silently, looking very cool.

She rolled down the car window and clearly heard whispers coming from outside.

She smiled disdainfully.

You don't have to think about it, you can guess what those girls are talking about.

It was nothing more than "How can she ride in a car like this?" "Look at the license plate number..." "My dad said that if you want to ride in this car, money alone is not enough!"

This school is indeed full of children from famous families. If you mention any student's parents, they are probably familiar faces on TV. The children of rich people are probably the lowest class here.

Everyone has their own pride. So it is normal for Zhou Qingqing and the others to think: Why are you so proud? Who is not a young lady?
It’s difficult.

When she got home, her mother was putting on makeup. She threw her schoolbag on the sofa.

"It's the second day of my transfer to another school. How was your day?" the mother asked in the mirror.

"Not so good," An Younan said, "The novice protection period will be over soon. If they find out that I'm just an illegitimate daughter, I'm afraid I'll be ostracized by the group."

The mother paused for a moment while putting on makeup and said, "Then we must not be discovered."

After thinking for a while, she put down her eyebrow pencil and rummaged in her bag: "I'll give you my gold membership card at Yalan Pavilion. Please invite a few classmates to go there once."

An Younan felt that it was too aggressive to start spending money on the second day after transferring to another school, but she still reached out to take the card.

"Since when have you been so concerned about my social life?"

Ms. An put powder on her face. "You are different now than before. Before, it was enough for you to have good grades. Now, you have to be good in all aspects to be considered a good performance."

She put down her powder, turned around and said seriously, "Your father is very concerned about your situation in school. He even asked me yesterday how you were adapting.

"Remember, I will try to get your dad to attend the next parents' meeting. Don't let him down."

An Younan nodded obediently, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart.

Just asking this question, does it mean you care very much?
...

Zhao Ci's favorite subject is Chinese.

I don’t know if her Chinese grades are the best because she likes this subject, or if her Chinese grades are the best so she likes this subject the most.

In short, every time she had Chinese class, she would become unusually lively and actively interact with the teacher. Whenever she got the opportunity to raise her hand to speak, she would scratch her ears and cheeks with excitement.

An Younan propped up his cheek and looked at her, feeling confused and confused.

She has seen many people who are crazy about their hobbies. Some are obsessed with idols and stars, some are obsessed with bags and cosmetics, and some are obsessed with collecting antiques.

She was not easily moved by nature, whether it was towards people or things, so she did not quite understand this kind of feeling at first.

In her opinion, this hobby only provides a topic for communication with others. It is nothing more than a topic of conversation.

She's very good at researching this stuff.

You just need to collect information, imitate the words of a few senior bloggers, be humble and use a few words, and you will be successful in the chat.

Because of this move, she was regarded as a confidant by many people.

But she couldn't see through Zhao Ci at all.

This guy doesn't have many friends in school, has almost no social skills, and there are few people in school who like literature as much as she does.

Given her circle of friends, the only social connection she could build through literature might be with her Chinese teacher.

If you say that you love literature just to make friends, then that would be too inefficient.

She couldn't see through this man.

When the class was over, she went into the girls' restroom as usual.

The focus of today's topic is not her.

"Have you seen that Zhao Ci? He really makes me laugh. Every time during Chinese class, he jumps up and down like a monkey."

"The only thing she can be proud of is her Chinese language, so she can only use this to show off."

"You know what? I always thought she was a good student and didn't bring a cell phone to school. Later I found out that she actually brought one but just kept it hidden. Do you know what cell phone she used?"

"What phone?"

"It's one of those elderly phones! Do you know what an elderly phone is? It's the kind with flat buttons..."

An Younan had seen Zhao Ci's cell phone, and it was indeed an old person's phone, with functions limited to making calls and sending text messages.

But that was enough for her. She had only seen Zhao Ci use that phone to send text messages to her brother, and secretly download txt files into her phone to read books.

She seems to have a very rare brother who sends text messages every day.

A good student like Zhao Ci is very transparent in the class and has little sense of existence. Logically, these girls would not pay attention to her.

But An Younan knew why they were gossiping about her here.

Because Zhao Ci had just won a prize in a literary knowledge competition, the certificate was posted at the school gate.

That award actually has no meaning. It can neither add points to one’s conduct nor be written into one’s resume.

But it was one of the few highlights in the school life of a child like Zhao Ci, who came from a poor family.

When those parents see their children in the same class winning awards, they will definitely ask about this when they get home.

They were jealous.

Thinking of this, An Younan suddenly had an idea.

Yes.

This is such a simple way to integrate into the group, why didn’t I think of it before?
An Younan suddenly pushed open the door of the compartment, and the conversation outside suddenly became quieter.

"Hey, are you guys talking about Zhao Ci?" An Younan had her signature business smile on her face. "I'm really troubled by her."

The girls were a little caught off guard by her sudden familiarity and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"She always pesters me and tells me poems and songs. It gives me a headache," An Younan said. "I just asked a question, but she thinks she is a teacher."

The girl opposite said: "Is that why you are hiding in the toilet?"

"Oh! Yes! You are so smart, how did you know?"

An Younan couldn't suppress a smile on his face.

If you want to fit in, you just need to find a common enemy. Then you will naturally join their side.

This is considered breaking the ice.

(End of this chapter)