The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 2 The Lively Class Group
Xie Zhiyao turned his head and looked at Yang Muye very seriously, asking:
Even if your parents didn't hide their divorce from you, what could you do?

Yang Muyi rested his hands under his head like a pillow, gazed at the sky, and said leisurely, "At least when they remarry, I can attend their wedding banquet!"

Xie Zhiyao was stunned.

Before his brain could even process what to say, Yang Muye's voice rang out first.

"You know I'm not a stingy person. I missed their first wedding, so I have to give them a big red envelope for their second wedding, right?"

Xie Zhiyao patted his bottom, stood up, and looked at Yang Muye with annoyance, saying:
"I thought you were heartbroken, but you were calmer than anyone else and even had the mood to make a joke like that."

"I was serious."

"roll!"

Xie Zhiyao bent down to pick up the straw hat that had been blown aside by the wind and put it on his head.

"You can lie down by yourself. I'm leaving now."

My house has been robbed, what's the point of lying down?
Yang Muyi stood up, walked to the lakeside, picked up a stone, and threw it hard into Erhai Lake.

If I can't be a second-generation rich kid, can't I at least be a first-generation rich kid?

The only way to relieve worries is to get rich suddenly!
"Thank you, Zhiyao!"

Xie Zhiyao, who had already walked more than ten meters away, turned around.

"what?"

"Want to go to the internet cafe in town?"

"No, the air inside is bad and the internet speed is terrible."

"I'll cover your internet and nutritional drinks."

Xie Zhiyao, who had already turned around, suddenly turned back.

"go!"

When Yang Muyi arrived at the only internet cafe in town, he realized that he hadn't brought his ID card.

Grandpa Yang went to the village committee to pick up the admission notice; Yang Muye's ID card was with Grandpa Yang.

Fortunately, the person at the internet cafe reception was an acquaintance, and they simply used the two managers' ID cards to turn on the computers for the two of them.

After sitting down, Yang Muye hung his headphones around his neck as usual and adjusted the volume to a comfortable level using the mouse.

Looking at the XP system's interface with its blue sky, white clouds, and green grass slopes, I suddenly felt a little lost about what to do.

Let's play games. The current version of World of Warcraft can only be played as a classic version. My mental age is what it is, and I can't play it anymore.

Another currently popular game is Fantasy Westward Journey, whose gameplay has remained largely unchanged for decades, but Yang Muye is only interested in the game's economic system.

In particular, the Treasure Pavilion launched this year has successfully monetized virtual items within the game.

From a player's perspective, this game really holds its value.

I'd rather not invest.

The divorce of his parents was a huge blow to Yang Muye, causing him to have only one thing on his mind now.

Make money!

Looking around the internet cafe, most people were playing World of Warcraft, a few were playing Fantasy Westward Journey, and the rest, like Xie Zhiyao next to me, were wearing headphones and chatting on QQ.

"Cough cough cough."

Yang Muyi logged into QQ and saw several group icons flashing in the lower right corner, along with a bunch of friend requests and group invitations popping up.

All friend requests were rejected without any notes.

Another invitation to join the group was sent by Xie Zhiyao, to the 08 Capital University freshmen group (13), which I also declined.

After doing all that, Yang Muyi finally entered the high school class group chat.

I scrolled through the previous chat messages and found that most people were discussing university admission notices.

The first message was from Liu Li, a female classmate, who asked, "Li Jiawen from Class 3 next door has received his Renmin University admission notice. Has anyone in our class received theirs?"

Yang Muye glanced at the time the message was posted; it had been three days ago.

In 08, Yunnan Province added a 985 batch to its college entrance examination application process. Most of the admission notices from these schools were received in late July.

After Liu Li sent out her message, it wasn't until the next day that a girl replied: "There probably aren't any students in our class who were admitted to 985 universities, right?"

Perhaps it just so happened that all the classmates were online that day, and the topic sparked a heated discussion in the class group chat.

Then someone mentioned Yang Muyi and Xie Zhiyao.

The two were among the most popular figures in their class and even the entire grade, both in terms of academic performance and other aspects.

Yang Muyi is first, and Xie Zhiyao is second.

The ranking has never changed.

They also had the highest scores in the college entrance examination, which meant they could get into all the other 985 universities besides the C9 universities.

Of course, the term C9 will not be officially proposed until next year; for now, it is generally referred to as the first batch of 985 universities.

Then, a well-informed source revealed that Yang Muyi and Xie Zhiyao both listed Yenching University as their first choice.

Due to the Olympics, Yenching University has been a popular choice for applicants in recent years.

Even though the Olympics were long over when the 08 freshmen started school, the enthusiasm for applying to Peking University this year has not diminished.

The discussion about this topic in the class group was particularly enthusiastic.

Many lurkers and those who were spying on the screen were brought out, and it was only a matter of time before someone opened a betting pool to wager on which university in Peking University Yang Muye and Xie Zhiyao would be admitted.

In short, it was quite a commotion before it finally subsided.

For the next two days, no one spoke in the class group chat. Until a few minutes ago, a user named Yun Zhiyao suddenly popped up.

"The admission notice from Muye University was delivered to our village today. The village secretary personally announced it over the village loudspeaker. It was quite a grand occasion!"

These words were like a bomb dropped into the group chat, and soon a bunch of clapping/congratulating/wishful emojis started flooding the screen.

Yang Muyi glanced at the number of people online in the class group. There were only a dozen or so people in total, while Xie Zhiyao had left nearly thirty comments after speaking.

There were quite a few people who were invisible in the class group, including Yang Muye himself.

"Ayao, which university did Yang Muye get accepted to?" a girl in the class suddenly asked.

The sound of rapid typing came from next door. Xie Zhiyao was preparing to reply when someone in the group chat started typing faster than him.

"Ah Yao is calling me so intimately, something's up."

"I fear the falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is indifferent."

"After all, he's the village heartthrob; how could he not flirt with other women?"

Xie Zhiyao could only delete the message she had typed but not yet sent in the chat box, and quickly defended herself by saying, "Everyone in my village calls me A-Yao, can you guys please stop being so gossipy?"

Since the person in question had spoken, no one could continue joking.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

All the students who were chatting in the group, including Xie Zhiyao, received a notification sound that a friend had come online.

At first, no one paid any attention, until someone named Tianyuan Muye said in the group: "I have photos of the village heartthrob in women's clothing, who wants to see them?"

Xie Zhiyao's typing suddenly stopped.

The entire group fell silent, like the calm before a storm.

Immediately afterwards, a series of beeping sounds rang out.

"Holy crap, is it really true?"

"I think the information coming from the school heartthrob is very credible."

"Brilliant!"

"I never knew the villager had this kind of hobby!"

"If you want to see it, post a picture now!"

Xie Zhiyao angrily took off her headphones and turned to look at Yang Muye, who was nonchalantly holding the mouse and had changed his QQ online status to invisible.

"Internet cafe manager, two bottles of nutritional drink!"

Yang Muye raised his hand to signal to the passing internet cafe manager, mainly to shut Xie Zhiyao up.

"You wait!"

Xie Zhiyao said this, put his headphones back on, and started typing away.

"Don't believe it, everyone. Makino is just joking."

Everyone in the group chat started making fun of it.

"Why don't I believe it?"

"The school heartthrob has disappeared again; he's like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail."

"The school heartthrob is gone, but the village heartthrob is still here. Anyone who wants to see him in women's clothing, add me."

"+10086!"

……

"Give."

"No time."

Xie Zhiyao was in a hurry to type a reply, and didn't even take the nutritional drink that Yang Muye handed him.

Yang Muye leaned closer, watching Xie Zhiyao type, while unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip himself.

The other bottle is on the table; Xie Zhiyao can take it if he wants to drink it later.

"I shared your good news with everyone, but you exposed my embarrassing past. This isn't something that can be solved with just a bottle of nutritional drink," Xie Zhiyao complained as he typed.

"What about the other two bottles?"

Xie Zhiyao was just about to answer when he suddenly felt a blow to the back of his head.

"Just kidding, you really have wild ideas."

Xie Zhiyao turned her head and glared angrily at Yang Muye.

"Hitting someone in the head is going too far."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Yang Muye gave a perfunctory reply.

While speaking, his eyes remained fixed on the messages flooding the class group chat.

Xie Zhiyao turned around and saw that the discussion in the class group about his cross-dressing had become increasingly outrageous, even including topics like whether male students should pick up the soap they dropped while showering in the shower rooms at Northern University, since there were no cubicles.

Xie Zhiyao couldn't care less about being angry at this point; she had to quickly explain the matter of wearing women's clothing.

As for the instigator, Yang Muye had already returned to his computer and clicked to exit QQ.

Next, open Internet Explorer and skillfully type a URL into the address bar.

Then, press Enter.

(End of this chapter)