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Chapter 392 On the Speed ​​of the Spread of the Eight Trigrams
After a brief explanation, Ai Liang returned the phone to Ye Qing.

Although he hadn't stayed at Yichen Hotel many times, he was still familiar with the hotel's rules and regulations.

It's likely that the registration process was blocked.

For other hotels, the school can make room reservations using students' citizen ID numbers without any problems.

Unfortunately, they were staying at the Yichen Hotel, and the system could automatically recognize his citizen ID number.

This platinum membership was granted to Ai Liang by the hotel manager when his maternal grandfather took him out to play and stay there when he was a child.

The entire hotel belongs to them, so isn't it only natural for them to get platinum membership?

If it weren't for this joint exam trip, Ai Liang would have almost forgotten about her membership.

After all, Feng Chengfu has so many businesses, and Ai Liang has members in each of them.

He doesn't usually try to remember these things; the relevant memories are stored in his memory bank, and he really can't recall them unless he needs them.

After putting her phone away, Ye Qing asked curiously, "What does your homeroom teacher want with you?"

Upon hearing that it was the homeroom teacher looking for Ai Liang, Yi Wenna visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense emotions gradually relaxed.

Chen Zili, standing behind, looked disappointed; he was the type who loved watching the drama unfold.

After Ai Liang gave Chen Zili a cold look, he immediately turned his gaze to the outside of the car.

There was a small problem when booking the room.

Ai Liang pulled her phone out of her pocket: "Did you bring a power bank?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing immediately rummaged through her backpack and handed the power bank and data cable to Ai Liang: "Here you go."

"What kind of problem is this? Isn't Yichen Hotel yours?"

"Pfft! Cough, cough cough!"

A series of coughs suddenly came from ahead, it seemed that someone had choked on their water.

The sound came not from Yi Wenna or Chen Zili, but from other classmates.

During their student days, there are always a few terms that easily catch students' attention instinctively.

For example, 'exams', 'calling parents', 'the homeroom teacher', etc.

The two students who were acting as background figures were drawn to Ye Qing's words about being the homeroom teacher.

If you shout "Quiet!" in the classroom, no one will necessarily respond, but if you shout "The homeroom teacher is coming!", everyone will definitely quiet down.

Ai Liang stared at Ye Qing without saying a word. The latter realized that she had accidentally let something slip, so she chuckled awkwardly, scratched her head, and stuck out her tongue at him in an attempt to get away with it.

Although the two students in front of her did not turn around, Ai Liang could basically tell from their sideways reaction and sitting posture.

These two are definitely eavesdropping.

I'm afraid that after tonight, my story will have spread throughout the entire class.

Don't underestimate Ai Liang's popularity among girls. In high school girls' dormitories, whenever they chat, they inevitably talk about handsome guys and gossip.

But so what if it's exposed? It won't affect my life anyway.

Ai Liang tapped Ye Qing on the head with a power bank, then looked away and charged her phone.

Five minutes later, he opened his phone and removed the hotel manager's contact information from the blacklist.

This blacklist contains many similar names, such as Mr. Dong, Mr. Boss, Mr. Manager, Mr. CEO, and so on.

It's not that Ai Liang has any issues with these people; it's just that it's really annoying to receive a bunch of text messages with New Year's greetings and red envelopes from a group of people during the Spring Festival.

No matter what, Ai Liang was someone who had worked hard in society in her previous life.

He could tell whether these people were genuinely concerned about him or just trying to curry favor with Feng Chengfu.

Ai Liang's phone number was registered for him by Feng Chengfu, and he hasn't changed it in over ten years.

The number was answered before it even rang twice.

"Is that the young master?" the general manager of Yichen Hotel asked in a low voice.

Instead of using the same tactics he used on children, he deliberately tried to get closer to Ai Liangla.

Anyone who works for the Feng family knows that Feng Chengfu's grandson is a precocious, high-IQ genius.
Especially at a birthday party a few years ago, this little tyrant kicked several executives who were trying to get close to him out of the manor in front of everyone.

What's even more chilling is that those people were never seen in Nevada again a few months later.

From then on, no one dared to deliberately try to get close to Ai Liang.

The only communication we had left was routine text messages of greeting during holidays.

Hearing the general manager call him "young master," Ai Liang's lips twitched involuntarily.

Even though he was often called that by the servants in Feng Chengfu's household when he was a child, he still can't get used to the title "Young Master".

The word "young master" always unconsciously reminds Ai Liang of certain melodramatic TV dramas...

"Prepare a room for me."

Ai Liang instructed, "Ordinary ones will do."

"Okay, is there anything else you need?" the general manager asked cautiously.

"Try to connect with other students."

Ai Liang added another condition.

This takes into account the issue of collective action.

You can't expect someone to message you every time you eat.

Although the hotel had good soundproofing, it couldn't stop Ai Liang's hearing from being far beyond that of ordinary people.

Ai Liang hung up the phone and waited for five minutes.

After confirming that the general manager would not call him again, he put his number back on the blacklist.

A tool is something you should throw away once you've used it.

After several hours of bumpy travel, the school bus has entered the urban area of ​​Nevada.

The roads in the city were much smoother in the afternoon than when Yu Xin and his group came at noon.

It takes at most half an hour to reach Yichen Hotel.

In Ai Liang's mind, the gossip about her would probably not spread until tonight. After all, it was not uncommon for students to chat excitedly all night long when they first arrived at the hotel.

However, it turns out that Ai Liang may have underestimated the speed at which gossip spreads.

In just half an hour, the new rumor that "Yichen Hotel is owned by Ai Liang's family" has already spread in the small group.

Jin Ping'an played a crucial role in the rapid spread of gossip.

Why mention him?

This story begins before we even set off.

The night before departure, Jin Ping'an followed Yu Xin's advice and had the students who were assigned to a room form a temporary discussion group and elect a group leader.

During this week, the group leader is responsible for urging their roommates to get up on time, eat, and take the joint exam, and to report the number of people in the room at night.

There is nothing wrong with the suggestion itself.

The problem is that Jin Ping'an was assigned a room not according to his personal wishes, but according to his dormitory number.

In other words, two people who are close friends, such as classmates sitting next to each other in the classroom, may not necessarily be assigned to the same room.

This means that although four people live in the room, each of them may have their own small circle.

The fact that Yichen Hotel is owned by Ai Liang's family spread in a chain, with the two girls mentioned earlier as the core nodes.

(End of this chapter)