Chapter 252 : Washing It Should Still Work
Chapter 252: Washing It Should Still Work
Could he not be unfamiliar with it? Wang Chu knelt on the ground doing push-ups, his movements comical and laughable. Normally this kind of exercise did nothing for strength, but now Wang Chu was clearly approaching his limit, and Class Monitor Wang Jing was making him squeeze out his very last bit of energy with that position.
Although it worked, the posture looked extremely unseemly — like a dog crawl. Speaking of dog crawling, Miss Yuan Meng had just tried that a few days ago on Haba Snow Mountain.
So what if she was rich? So what if she was a daughter of a wealthy family? On Haba Snow Mountain, anyone without the right physical fitness ended up crawling on the ground.
Of course, Miss Yuan Meng had thought about giving up, but the guide wouldn’t hear of it. “If you can’t make it up, won’t that mess up my summit rate? How am I supposed to make money then?”
For a stretch, the guide had carried Miss Yuan Meng up, and in the final few meters she had still resorted to a sly crawl to reach the summit. The guide even gave her a summit medal to provide emotional value — customers had to feel they’d participated somehow, right?
Climb Haba Snow Mountain, become a Haba puppy, taste the Haba dog life.
So when the two of them saw Wang Chu in his current state, Miss Yuan Meng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
“This is our class monitor Wang Jing. This is my friend Lin Mo and my Sichuan girl friend Wang Chu. This is Yuan Meng — she’s a few years older than us; just call her Yuan Jie.”
In the rest area the three of them sat around a table while Lin Mo made the introductions.
“Hello, Yuan Jie. I’ve heard Wang Chu and the others talk about you — you’re so pretty!” Class Monitor Wang Jing looked at Yuan Meng, who looked like a porcelain doll, and spoke a little excitedly.
After all, girls couldn’t resist cute things, and although Miss Yuan Meng was an adult, her appearance leaned toward the adorable; who didn’t like a pale-haired lolita?
Even though Miss Yuan Meng looked underage, Wang Jing still called her Yuan Jie, and calling her “sister” didn’t stop Wang Jing from being completely charmed by her.
If it had been someone like Liu Rushuang with a regal, mature look, Wang Jing might have only sighed, “So beautiful,” from the side, without the warm friendliness she felt towards Yuan Meng.
Put simply, Liu Rushuang’s looks carried a distance — in reality and personality too, it was hard for ordinary people to connect with her.
But Yuan Meng was different; she was extremely approachable. With the right temperament, she could be friends with anyone — regardless of status, position, or wealth — purely by eye chemistry.
“Thank you. You’re pretty too. You seem very strong. Lin Mo and Wang Chu always mentioned you — it’s good to finally meet,” Yuan Meng said, pointing at Wang Chu lying on the floor playing dead.
At this moment Wang Chu was limp on the floor like a lump of rotten clay, which explained why only three people sat around the table.
“Really? I’ve only been training a few days, but with your weight I think I could lift you with one hand. Want me to try?” Class Monitor Wang Jing said, looking eager to show off.
Yuan Meng waved her hands repeatedly: “No need. I trust you have the strength. Are you two trying to lose weight? The results seem obvious, but aren’t you being a little harsh? I feel like he’s about to die.”
She kicked Wang Chu’s butt lightly with her short legs as she asked.
Rejected, Wang Jing still felt a little disappointed — being unable to gawk at such a cute pale-haired lolita was worse than losing money!
“It’s fine, Yuan Jie, he’s faking it. With all that fat he’s not going to die easily. I even fed him broccoli with shrimp at noon, so he’s not starving,” Wang Jing explained.
Lin Mo poked Yuan Meng’s waist and shook his head to warn her not to be soft. Yesterday he had been too lenient and let Wang Chu eat his fill, and the whole day’s training had gone to waste — one shouldn’t spoil a kid.
“Also I ordered takeout. Don’t you two eat either?” Yuan Meng asked cautiously.
“Takeout? Is there meat?”
At that, Wang Chu, who had been playing dead on the floor, suddenly sprang upright like a carp flipping, his eyes staring at Yuan Meng as if drooling.
There was not a trace of lust for beauty in his look — only ravenous longing for food.
The next second Wang Chu’s waist was kicked. Class Monitor Wang Jing stepped in and side-kicked him, sending Wang Chu flying a meter away.
Even allowing for his exhaustion and lack of food, the force was exaggerated.
Remember, Wang Chu was 178 cm tall and had neared two hundred jins before — even if he’d dropped over ten jins these past days he still weighed around 180 jins. For a small girl like the class monitor to kick him that far was a miracle.
Wang Chu: o(╥﹏╥)o
Lin Mo: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a
Yuan Meng: (ΩДΩ)
“Sis, did you train before?”
“Not really. In middle and high school, to avoid campus bullying my dad signed me up for sanda lessons. That did happen to me while I was in school. It was for self-defense. I stopped in senior year two,” Class Monitor Wang Jing said a bit embarrassed.
Hearing that, Lin Mo and Yuan Meng exchanged glances and then looked at Wang Chu on the floor, feeling a little sorry for him.
After all, thinking that the class monitor might take him down in the future, both of them realized his prospects looked bleak — very clearly both had the same thought.
Even Lin Mo had only learned today that his class monitor had this skill. One shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Because Wang Jing kept pulling new skills out of her sleeve now and then, Chuanmei and Wang Chu had always joked that she was “specialized in tea making” one moment and “excavator skills” the next; he had worried for a while. Now he realized he had been too conservative.
If the class monitor, a small girl, could do sanda, what was wrong with him learning more things? Being multi-talented wasn’t a crime.
“That’s good. By the way, is black coffee okay? Sugar-free!” Yuan Meng hurriedly found a topic; after all, Wang Chu looked too pitiful.
Class Monitor Wang Jing nodded: “No problem — we usually drink that too.”
Soon the takeout Yuan Meng ordered arrived. It was actually quite lavish: crayfish, fried chicken, skewers — everything.
Watching the two of them feast, Wang Jing quietly held a cup of black coffee in one hand and used her other hand to grab onto Wang Chu’s collar, afraid he would try to steal food.
Wang Chu’s large 180-jin frame felt like a toy in the class monitor’s hands, rolled and squeezed at will — a waste of all that flesh.
“Sis, even though there’s air conditioning, you’re still wearing your jacket for training. Aren’t you hot?” Yuan Meng looked at Wang Jing bundled up and licked her fingers sticky with crayfish sauce.
Just looking at that outfit made Yuan Meng feel hot — the twin braids on either side might as well be two level-five fans.
But Wang Jing had been sweating while training and still wore a jacket — though it was thin, it was still a jacket.
“A little, but it’s okay,” Wang Jing smiled.
Yuan Meng: “If you’re hot, take it off. Why wear that thing?”
Hearing this, Wang Jing glanced at Wang Chu and then at Lin Mo, and asked cautiously: “Can I… take it off?”
“Why are you staring at them? Don’t you have anything under? Take it off!” Yuan Meng shouted, defending Wang Jing as a fellow woman.
At that, Wang Jing exhaled and unzipped the jacket to reveal a gray tight sports tank top — and it was evident she had ample assets.
Don’t be fooled by her small stature; her feminine features were obvious, and with the tight tank top they contrasted sharply with Yuan Meng, who ate crayfish calmly and flat as a board.
Both were small in height; Wang Jing was only slightly taller than Yuan Meng, nowhere near Liu Rushuang’s tall figure. The contrast made it clear that maturity had little to do with height.
Just as Wang Jing unzipped and hadn’t pulled the shirt down yet, Yuan Meng grabbed her hand: “Hey? Keep it on! It’s not that hot in here — there’s air conditioning. Taking it off and on again will catch you a cold, and then how will you train? Here, I’ll give you my iced black coffee. Be good — no taking it off!”
Lin Mo: .
Wang Chu: .
Wang Jing: .
Although it was her first time meeting Yuan Meng, Wang Jing had often heard about her from Wang Chu and Lin Mo and knew she cared about this issue, so she had made the effort to wear a jacket.
She had assumed the rumors were exaggerated, but seeing the other girl’s undeveloped body in person made her pity her. Upon closer inspection she saw no sign of any curves at all — a perfectly flat figure, which was rare.
If she hadn’t known it was a woman, she might have thought some man was pretending.
As for being cute? With Sichuan Girl’s Li Shiya as the standard, how could she trust her own eyes?
“Ahaha, what are you saying? You two keep training — we won’t bother you. We’re leaving now!”
After seeing Wang Jing’s figure, Yuan Meng’s eating pace accelerated. She wolfed down her food, grabbed Lin Mo, and proposed leaving.
Her pride had been hurt. Was there no plain-looking girl qualified to be her friend? If only she had never thrown those two silicone things away — as long as she didn’t do heavy exercise, she could’ve at least made it through this round.
The gym floor was as smooth as a mirror. At first she thought it was because it was clean; now she realized it was because her face had swept it.
Lin Mo was practically dragged out by Yuan Meng jogging along; Class Monitor Wang Jing insisted on walking them to the door, which felt like killing someone twice and made Yuan Meng run even faster.
“Yuan Jie, drive carefully!” Wang Jing waved at the door, her chest heaving.
Yuan Meng honked once, didn’t lower the window, and floored the accelerator.
“She’s really nice, Yuan Jie. So cute,” Wang Jing said as she turned back and saw Wang Chu digging through the leftovers on the table, sipping the crayfish soup from a dish. Her eyes went black.
“Wang Bo! Shut your mouth! Extra training today, or I’ll kick you to death!”
The shout scared Wang Chu into quickly swallowing the crayfish he’d put in his mouth. Once it was in he couldn’t spit it out — otherwise the beating would be for nothing.
Meanwhile, Cousin Su He’s first day back at work after the holiday was not great — all her coworkers at her level called her 2888t, even her direct leader did, which utterly embarrassed her. Once the workday ended she didn’t stay a minute longer and rushed out of the office — she didn’t want to remain in that socially mortifying place for a second longer.
At the Yuan family villa, Mrs. Jiang was talking with Old Comrade Yuan about Lin Mo visiting the next day.
“Little Lin is coming? Good — he helped secure the project, a real lucky star for our family. Tell Sister Wang to make two extra signature dishes tomorrow,” Old Comrade Yuan said with a smile.
Although he had spent the holiday traveling with his wife and daughter, he had still landed the project. After he brought those two things to the meeting the other side had been very pleased; within a few days the project was secured — he received the news yesterday.
Plus Lin Mo had given Old Master Jiang a massage, so Old Comrade Yuan’s impression of him was very good.
Naturally he welcomed the visit.
If it had been someone else he might have wondered if they had ulterior motives or were bringing gifts to ask a favor, but he had no such concerns about Lin Mo.
A regular college student who hadn’t even graduated yet — what could he ask of Old Comrade Yuan? Most importantly, his daughter was on good terms with Lin Mo; to Old Comrade Yuan it was merely his daughter’s friend visiting the family.
“I’ve already told Sister Wang. If you’re free tomorrow, stay home instead of going fishing all the time. What’s the point?” Mrs. Jiang teased him.
Old Comrade Yuan immediately put on a smile: “Alright, I’ll listen to my wife. I’ll stay home and help you receive Little Lin tomorrow. He may not be graduated yet, but he’s not simple. We can’t be careless.”
They were joking, of course. Lin Mo was excellent among his peers, but Old Comrade Yuan had met many types of people — he said it mainly to please his wife.
Ever since Mrs. Jiang’s skin had improved, Old Comrade Yuan felt pleased. With such a beautiful wife, the couple had face when they went out — it made him very happy.
Back at their place, the two of them returned and Yuan Meng went wild.
“Arrrrgh~~~ Why? Why does Wang Chu get to eat so well? He’s trash. Who made him deserve it? Damn, I really want to sock him!”
Seeing Yuan Meng furiously pounding the sofa, Lin Mo sighed and tried to comfort her: “Yuan Jie, some things you’re born with and have your whole life. If you don’t have them from birth, forcing it won’t help.
Look at you — you’re so rich. Losing some other things is normal. They may have curves, but you have more money and billions.”
“What about Liu Rushuang? Why does she have everything?” Yuan Meng paused her punching, looked up, and glared at him.
Lin Mo: .
Why bring up Liu Rushuang again — such an obsession?
Seeing him stay silent, Yuan Meng suddenly lunged to the living room trash can and started rummaging.
“Yuan Jie, if you’re hungry, you don’t have to dig through the trash. Shall I make you something else?” Lin Mo quickly offered.
But the next second Yuan Meng raised both hands and held up a latex product: “Found it! If we wash it it should still be usable, right?”
Lin Mo: .