Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 82 Poetry
Mu Qingyang instantly became very nervous. He clutched the hem of his sweatshirt tightly with both hands, sat upright, and stared straight ahead at the empty blackboard.

Zeng Wenjie sighed and said, "Didn't you say you would never do that again?"

Mu Qingyang opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. She even felt that Zeng Wenjie was inexplicably self-righteous!
It was obviously he who was the first to act like a hooligan!
Although she knew the order of priority, she still felt a little embarrassed and panicked.

"I... I didn't expect you to be so brave!" Mu Qingyang said weakly.

"Oh, Zhang Wuji's mother Yin Susu said it so well, 'The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie'! You are so beautiful, you can definitely trick me into a fool." Zeng Wenjie complained.

Mu Qingyang puffed out his cheeks, a little unconvinced, and said, "I'm not very good at lying!"

Zeng Wenjie said: "Okay, then let me ask you a question."

Mu Qingyang said: "You ask."

Zeng Wenjie smiled and leaned forward, saying, "Do you like me?"

Mu Qingyang didn't expect this to be a question.

The temperature has turned red and warm to the naked eye!

Ouyang Yun, who was eating turkey-flavored rice crust while watching the show, felt that he had hit upon something big and stared at Mu Qingyang's cheek with relish.

"Stop talking nonsense, you're blushing again~ You look so cute when you blush, I want to pinch your face." Zeng Wenjie stared at Mu Qingyang and kept muttering in Russian.

Mu Qingyang stared at the gap between the blackboards, wanting to hide in there and never come out again.

"I, Zeng Wenjie, am an adventurer and a capturer of exciting moments! Come on, friends, join me, find your true self in the excitement, and release those repressed passions and dreams." Zeng Wenjie continued to output.

Mu Qingyang pretended to be confused and didn't understand, but his face was even redder than before.

Zeng Wenjie coughed and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Mu Qingyang was forced into a corner, and fearing that he would continue to ramble on in Russian that would be unbearable for her, she could only stammer, "You...gave me a gift, I like it very much!"

For her, this is the limit.

Zeng Wenjie also realized that if he continued to push her, she would probably faint on the spot.

"I like the gift you gave me, too." Zeng Wenjie took out a lighter, gently opened the lid, and a crisp "ding" sound came out.

Mu Qingyang bit her rosy lower lip with her white teeth. The fine bangs on her forehead covered her bright eyes, but one could still see a gentle and joyful curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Actually... I haven't received a gift in a long time! Although you don't let me say thank you, I still want to thank you sincerely." Mu Qingyang gently held the pendant made of kao stone in front of his chest and said slowly.

"No way!" Zeng Wenjie was stunned and said in surprise.

Mu Qingyang said this very sincerely, and the sincerity of her emotion almost overflowed from her tone.

Mu Qingyang didn't say anything else because the teacher of mathematical statistics class had already walked in.

"You miss a lot of classes... If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I'm a good student!" Mu Qingyang added in a low voice.

"Look, you're lying again. You're a good student but you're still reading this crappy second-tier book like me!" Zeng Wenjie responded disdainfully.

Fortunately, Mu Qingyang didn't tell her that he scored zero in English. His total score was more than 520, which was more than enough to get into a key university in Chongshan Province.

But she finally endured it, because she analyzed that with Zeng Wenjie's personality, he would definitely continue to ask questions.

Mu Qingyang was somewhat depressed because Zeng Wenjie, a poor student, questioned him as being a poor student.

Zeng Wenjie didn't listen to the class at all. He was writing and drawing in a notebook. It was not until the end of the class that he wrote a short paragraph in Russian.

He tore it off, casually placed it on the table, and said, "Hey, class is too boring, I'm going to smoke a cigarette and ask Lao Li about the situation."

Mu Qingyang glanced at him and nodded.

As soon as Zeng Wenjie left, Ouyang Yun quickly sat over. "What did you talk about? I see your face is super red!" Ouyang Yun asked excitedly, enjoying the show.

"We didn't talk about anything. He just asked me if I liked the gift he gave me." Mu Qingyang said calmly.

Ouyang Yun was stunned when he saw the paper on the table. He said, "What kind of weird talisman is this? I can't even understand it!"

Mu Qingyang glanced over, startled for a moment, and said slowly: "It's a poem by Alexander Blok, a famous Russian poet who admired Nietzsche very much."

Ouyang Yun asked, "Do you know Russian?"

Mu Qingyang shook his head expressionlessly and said, "Zeng Wenjie said so."

Ouyang Yun didn't doubt it and said, "Oh! What's it written?"

Mu Qingyang folded the paper and put it in his pocket. He walked to the window of the classroom and whispered the poem he had just read.

"When your roses bloomed to me,
"Why fear the sudden storms in life?
"When the morning glow appears in the east,
“People burst into tears…”

Then she looked at the rising sun in the sky and smiled slowly.

Mu Qingyang doesn't like poetry because she has always felt that life cannot be as beautiful as poetry.

But she now feels that life cannot be separated from poetry, and life without poetry will lack romance.

"Hmph, my Russian is very good!" Mu Qingyang hummed to himself, feeling a little arrogant, a little conceited, and even more indescribably happy.

After Zeng Wenjie left, he just sent a text message to Lin Zhenshan asking for help to take leave and did not come to class again. He then went straight to a snack shop outside the school.

When he hurried over, Ye Qiansheng was already organizing workers to clean up, and some goods that had been arranged were piled up at the door of the store.

"Thank you for your hard work, masters!" Zeng Wenjie, holding a plastic bag in his hand, distributed cigarettes and Red Bull to each of them.

Ye Qiansheng squinted his eyes at him and asked, "Isn't it hard for me?!"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Brother Ye, I'm your boss after all, can you please stop speaking foul language to me?"

Ye Qiansheng grinned, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and took out a cigarette for himself, saying, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll work with you from now on. If I can't keep up with you, I'll treat you to a set of military boxing!"

Zeng Wenjie smacked his lips and thought that this guy was really interesting. He was only 24 years old, but he acted very uninhibited and unrestrained.

"The cleaning is almost done, let's start installing the shelves!" Zeng Wenjie said as he smoked a cigarette with Ye Qiansheng.

This kind of thing can be done by paying someone.

But don’t be fooled by the fact that Zeng Wenjie has some money in his pocket now. He is actually a very frugal person, after all, he comes from the countryside.

Ye Qiansheng didn't say much. He rolled up his sleeves and started moving and dismantling with Zeng Wenjie, and then worked together to assemble the equipment.

These things were not difficult for the two grown men. They assembled the shelves with a little effort.

As for the counter, it has already been built, and we just need to put a logo on it.

Looking at the dazzlingly yellow shop, Ye Qiansheng said, "Boss, you're really good at porn!"

Zeng Wenjie looked at the shelves, which were ready to open as soon as the snacks arrived. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Who doesn't like to do something erotic?"

"Come, have some noodle soup." Ye Qiansheng took out two bags of snacks and said.

"This is called Xue Zi." Zeng Wenjie took it expressionlessly and took a bite after tearing it open.

Zeng Wenjie and Ye Qiansheng were eating snacks while talking to him about some matters concerning the rules and regulations.

(End of this chapter)