I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

In early November, the weather in Jiangning was gradually turning cooler.

Lin Ran had only been back in Jiangning for less than half an hour when Huang Lingyue called.

"Where are you?"

"I just arrived in Jiangning and haven't eaten yet." Lin Ran parked the car on the side of the road. "I was just about to grab a bite at your campus cafeteria."

"Then I'll wait for you in the cafeteria," Huang Lingyue said. "I've prepared some things for you to welcome you back."

Lin Ran was stunned for a moment.

Pick up the dust?

Before he could ask any questions, the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Half an hour later, Lin Ran saw Huang Lingyue at the entrance of the South Campus cafeteria.

She stood by the door, wearing a khaki trench coat and the same stockings Lin Ran liked. It was hard to tell if she felt cold in such a chilly weather.

As Lin Ran approached, Huang Lingyue glanced at his travel-worn appearance, and her face darkened noticeably. She bit her lip slightly and said calmly, "You're back."

Lin Ran took off his baseball cap and scratched his flattened hair. It felt strange that this woman was giving him a welcome dinner.

This girl usually has a cold face and doesn't like to talk to anyone. Now, standing in front of him, her fingers unconsciously clench the hem of her clothes, her eyes looking at him and then at the ground, as if she was thinking about something.

Huang Lingyue was a little unsure of what to say. Although she and Lin Ran had already engaged in some intimate actions, she felt rather nervous upon seeing each other again after more than half a month.

For some inexplicable reason, she wondered what if Lin Ran was just acting on impulse and then realized they weren't a good match? Or what if he thought she had been too casual?

Lin Ran could tell she was a little nervous, and almost laughed, "What did you prepare for me?"

Huang Lingyue looked flustered and took out an insulated bag: "I made it myself."

Lin Ran took it, weighed it in his hand, and found the insulated bag to be quite heavy.

He carried the insulated bag in one hand and put his other hand on Huang Lingyue's shoulder.

Huang Lingyue's body stiffened for a moment.

Lin Ran put the baseball cap he had taken off on her head.

"Come on, let's go eat." He put his arm around her and walked towards the cafeteria. "I've been starving."

Huang Lingyue's face was half covered by her hat, with only her chin showing. When she saw him casually put his arm around her shoulder, a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes hidden by the brim of the hat. Then she obediently hummed in agreement and followed him.

If Lin Ran were to sell her out now, she'd probably still have to help count the money.

The hat was a bit too big, and she had to push it up every few steps, but she didn't take it off.

Lin Ran glanced at her reaction and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

They've already pinched my butt, so what's the big deal about putting your arm around my shoulder?

When Lin Ran arrived at the cafeteria, he realized what Huang Lingyue had prepared for him to welcome him back.

The lunchbox in front of him contained three dishes and a soup—scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup. It looked quite appetizing.

He looked up and glanced at Huang Lingyue across from him.

The girl was looking at him with her chin resting on her hand, her eyes filled with expectation and a hint of nervousness.

Lin Ran's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "This girl wouldn't have given it to me to test for poison without tasting it herself first, would she?"

I picked up my chopsticks and took a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

He paused the moment he entered the mouth.

Tomatoes are tomatoes, and eggs are eggs. They are placed very close together on the plate, but they don't share any flavor. It's like roommates who are forced to share an apartment, each living their own lives.

He chewed it and swallowed it.

I picked up another bite of stir-fried vegetables, and I don't know if it was just my imagination, but it smelled like laundry detergent.

Lin Ran remained expressionless and continued picking up food.

The green peppers were very green, the shredded meat was very meaty, and most importantly, he felt his throat was a little dry, as if he were eating Wang Meiling's cooking.

"How is it?"

"salty……"

"what?"

"...just right."

"Really?"

Lin Ran didn't say anything, picked up the soup bowl, and silently took a sip of soup.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had drunk sweet seaweed and egg drop soup, and he had no idea how much sugar had been added.

"Is it good?"

Lin Ran looked at her and remained silent for two seconds.

"Very special."

Huang Lingyue's lips curled up slightly: "I've been learning for more than two weeks."

Lin Ran nodded. To be able to achieve this level in just over two weeks shows that she really doesn't have much talent in cooking.

He almost wanted to advise her to stop learning it, but he swallowed the words back.

Huang Lingyue, an ice-cold girl, took the initiative to cook for him. This can be considered a stage of his training, right?

Every cause has its effect; this is all my damn karma.

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After finishing his meal, Lin Ran returned to 108.

The events in Shanghai went incredibly smoothly. More than twenty universities have already launched events, with several waiting to hold in-person meetups, while other universities have dedicated staff handling outreach.

Momo recruited a local manager in Shanghai, a third-year student at Jizhou University, who was recruited by Chen Yiyi.

Zhuge Zhuangshi was sent to the capital by Lin Ran, and Sima Chen went to Yuezhou. The two of them carried a suitcase each, looking as spirited as if they were running a pyramid scheme.

Chen Yiyi returned to Jiangning a day earlier than him and was already working. When Lin Ran arrived at room 108, she was talking to several interviewees with a notebook in hand. When she saw him come in, she nodded and continued with her work.

Lin Ran looked at Momo's backend data and saw that the number of registered users had exceeded 60, with a peak of nearly 17 online users.

They've only been at the beginning for two months now.

Lin Ran estimated that their numbers would soon make some people uneasy.

During a calculus class.

The cicadas didn't really want to come either; they chirped and chirped without understanding, and their shoes weren't worn out, but they couldn't resist the calculus teacher's fondness for taking attendance.

She was hunched over the table, scrolling through Weibo posts one by one.

This was the task Lin Ran assigned her: to monitor public opinion related to Momo every day. If someone praised her, she had to write it down; if someone criticized her, she had to write it down; if someone questioned her, she had to write it down as well.

But today she spent almost an hour browsing and didn't find anything of value.

In the related searches on Momo's Weibo, some people are posting screenshots of their matches, some are asking how to register, and some are posting to find a partner.

Occasionally, one or two people will say, "Isn't this software just a hookup platform?" and someone will reply, "Have you even used it before you start talking nonsense?" and then an argument will start, and then the conversation will sink.

Xia Chan was a little bored, so she closed Weibo and opened the campus forum of the University of Science and Technology. She didn't know why her boss wanted her to keep an eye on the campus forum of the University of Science and Technology.

Several trending posts floated on the homepage: "Selling postgraduate entrance exam materials at a low price," "Looking for study buddies for CET-4/6," "Anyone want to split the order?"...

Scrolling down, a post caught her attention.

The title is: "Exposing Momo: A Fake Event Platform That Targets College Students"

Posted five minutes ago

Page views: Over two hundred.

Replies: More than a dozen.

Xia Chan clicked on it.