The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Life just calmed down inexplicably.

Lu Yuan spent a busy but fulfilling two weeks.

I'm currently in my first semester of freshman year.

He wanted to earn some money this semester so he could pay off his debts when he returned to his village during the summer vacation.

He roughly calculated that he had nearly 200,000 yuan in debt.

The funerals of my parents, all these years of schooling, my grandfather's illness...

If a college student were to earn this money, it would probably take them ages to pay it back.

Fortunately, there was a car to hang up.

With Shang Qingya's help, the club was established as scheduled, and she also cooperated with the student union in promotion.

"Yellow Sponge Delivery" even became a dedicated group for takeout orders on the school cafeteria's mini-program.

When Shang Qingya first mentioned this to the cafeteria manager, she was actually rejected.

Because Nanjiang University of Science and Technology originally had students who were specially assigned to receive deliveries.

However, the counselor later personally spoke with the school leaders and the canteen manager about the matter.

Because of the distance, the organization found a group of impoverished students to serve as delivery riders.

He then took out all the remaining 15,000 yuan in his pocket to subsidize impoverished students.

Others can certainly follow suit, but what everyone overlooks is that Lu Yuan himself was a student from a poor family.

When the counselor was on the playground, he thought Lu Yuan might be a good person.

Later, when I talked to him, I heard about Lu Yuan's desire to help impoverished students.

Suddenly, I noticed something interesting.

It's not difficult to pay for subsidies; other students doing delivery jobs can do it too if they grit their teeth, since it's only a one-yuan subsidy per order.

The difficulty lies in Lu Yuan's original identity.

Impoverished students are self-reliant and organize other impoverished students to earn living expenses, and even try to contribute their own money as subsidies.

This could be quite a publicity opportunity.

"I've long noticed that you're a helpful classmate."

When the counselor looked at Lu Yuan, there was even a hint of a filter on her perspective.

There aren't many students like that anymore.

Lu Yuan himself persisted in doing delivery work despite his disdain, which made him a minor celebrity on campus.

Because transportation is prohibited on the campus of Nanjiang University of Science and Technology, including electric scooters and shared bicycles.

So Lu Yuan was the first person to deliver goods every day on a circus unicycle...

It can't really be called a unicycle.

Because of the long distance, it was modified to resemble a children's tricycle, with two 0.5-inch wheels welded to the back of the unicycle.

1 + 0.5 + 0.5 = 2. Following the two-wheeled vehicle rule, it can be ridden.

Within days, the legend of the road rider began to circulate on campus.

Imagine you're walking through a crowd of people coming out of the teaching building after class, hearing "Excuse me, excuse me" all around you. You glance back with resentment, thinking, "You're in such a hurry, but others aren't?"

When you turn around, you see a guy riding a unicycle, carrying a bunch of takeout orders on his head, speeding past.

Would you ever pick up your phone, record a video, and then yell, "Boss, give me a plate of knife-cut noodles!"

Anyway, someone shouted that.

So Lu Yuan took on a new job.

the next day.

He set up a stall at the school gate and sold knife-cut noodles while riding a unicycle.

He delivers food during the day and sets up a stall at the school gate at night.

He started shaving noodles while riding a wheelbarrow with a large flatbread on his head.

Some people can't be hidden no matter where they go.

Even if he is just a knife-cut noodle chef at this moment.

But the college students, who had nothing better to do, loved to join in the fun, and were extremely fond of watching entertainment, still flocked to his stall.

He's in charge of cutting the noodles, so someone else has to collect the money, cook the noodles, and pack them up.

Xiao Guan felt that as the second younger brother of the eldest brother, it was his duty to take on this responsibility.

Most importantly, he desperately wanted that feeling of being in the spotlight, even if he was just a noodle vendor.

But just as he was about to put on his apron, he met a pair of eyes that seemed to be about to kill him.

Shang Qingya stood in front of him and gestured with her eyes for him to hand her the apron.

Then, with effortless grace, she stood in front of the stall and automatically took on the role of the stall owner.

after many years.

A graduate of Nanjiang University of Science and Technology might recall such a mild and windless evening.

At the stall under the streetlights, a driver on a unicycle skillfully cuts knife-cut noodles like a robot. A girl in a JK uniform stands in front of the stall, smiling and asking if you want a spoonful of chili.

The noodle chef will remind you, "It's better for your health to put less chili in."

At this point, some people will always think that the noodle maker is stingy.

But at this point, a red-faced man responsible for sweeping the trash will offer an explanation:

"Spiciness is essentially a form of pain. My older brother is reminding you that the stimulating pleasure will come at the cost of pain."

The graduate recalled this scene during questioning.

Tears fell drop by drop onto his handcuffs; he was detained for accepting bribes.

When he recalled that evening, tears streaming down his face, he sobbed, "I'm so sorry for the school's nurturing and the alumni's entrustment."

He also wanted a bowl of yellow sponge knife-cut noodles.

...

"Time to pack up and close up shop."

Lu Yuan waved to the students who had just arrived and then took off his disposable transparent cap.

Shang Qingya sat in front of her stall and did the math: "Between the errand-running group and the stall, the net profit for half a month is eight thousand yuan."

After settling the bill, a big smile appeared on her face.

"That's not enough for what you'd earn in two days as a blogger, is it?"

"How is that possible?"

Shang Qingya gave Lu Yuan a thorough explanation of the income of being a blogger:

"Actually, the majority of my income comes from clients who privately ask me to read their tarot cards."

"and then?"

"Then, after I stopped updating my videos and stopped broadcasting live, no one contacted me anymore."

"Won't our previous clients come back?"

Although Lu Yuan didn't understand tarot cards, he had some knowledge of fortune telling.

Once you get involved in this kind of thing, it's very difficult to escape it for the rest of your life.

"Because most tarot readings are about love, and the main clientele are people seeking reconciliation, I don't know if it's because I'm too accurate, but if I say they can reconcile, they do immediately, and if I say they can't, they really don't. This means they don't need to come to me for a second reading."

Lu Yuan nodded, not fully understanding.

But once the general idea was clear, it became clear that because the technology was too advanced, there were no repeat customers.

"We'll split the eight thousand yuan in half."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya nodded without hesitation and transferred the money to Lu Yuan directly.

But she asked, "Lu Yuan, how much debt do you have again?"

Two hundred thousand.

"understood."

Shang Qingya put half of the four thousand yuan she received into her WeChat balance and the other half into her Alipay savings account.

Then open the calculator and divide two hundred thousand by two thousand.

"100."

"What 100?"

"fine."

Shang Qingya covered her mouth and began to do mental arithmetic.

15×100=1500.

It will take 1500 days to pay it back...

No, there's still the two thousand saved up by Lu Yuan.

Shang Qingya started recalculating again.

When she's thinking, she'll walk in circles under the streetlights.

Ultimately, she concluded that it would take 750 days for the two of them to save 4,000 yuan each per month.

That is, two years.

"Yay, we can have another two years like this!"

"What exactly are you researching?"

"To investigate your little secrets."

Shang Qingya blinked quickly and leaned closer to look into Lu Yuan's eyes.

Lu Yuan felt uneasy under her gaze.

So he turned his face away.

Shang Qingya then turned around and continued to stare at him.

Wherever he turned his head, Shang Qingya followed in that direction.

Because it's at the entrance of a science and technology university, I'll describe the scene in a more science and technology-oriented way.

Like a compass drawing a circle.

She said, "Lu Yuan, it's so obvious when you have something on your mind."

"For example?"

"When you're troubled, you become silent, just like when you had your car accident."

"Who talks when they have something on their mind? You didn't say anything when you tried to commit suicide on the rooftop either."

In response to this act of exposing his past, Lu Yuan offered his rebuttal.

Shang Qingya seemed to be waiting for his answer, so she ran to the front of the car, picked up the helmet, and put it on.

Suddenly, he leaned over and stood in front of Lu Yuan.

She said, "You can speak, and I will listen, because I am a people's deliveryman."