We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

"Ugh! My God!"

"Li Hao! You treated us to gutter oil!"

"Ugh... I need to go to the hospital for a stomach pump!"

More than twenty people vomited so badly they were dizzy and disoriented; the scene was quite spectacular.

Lin Wanqing's face turned pale. She quickly covered her mouth and nose and retreated repeatedly to avoid this scene that resembled a living hell.

She was wearing a fitted pale yellow dress today, and was slightly out of breath from the fright.

Her slender waist and budding curves were perfectly outlined, and her graceful, undulating figure was still extremely eye-catching.

Looking at her classmates around her who were vomiting everywhere, she felt a strong sense of relief.

Thank goodness! Thank goodness she didn't touch a single bite of food! Otherwise, she'd be slumped over the table, vomiting bile right now!

Coming to her senses, her innocent face was filled with disgust and terror. She turned her head and stared intently at Li Hao, her eyes filled with extreme loathing.

Li Hao slumped into the chair, his eyes vacant and his face ashen.

He not only failed to show off, but also became the eternal sinner of the entire class.

He spent all his money and took the initiative to pay the bill, treating the whole class to pig meat from a dead pig and gutter oil.

This was absolutely the most glorious and thorough moment of social death in his life.

Ye Chen stood at the door.

Not even a trace of odor clung to the corners of his clothes; he was so clean that he seemed out of place in the chaotic private room.

Seeing Li Hao's disheveled state, Ye Chen wore a bright and cheerful smile, teasing him like a carefree young man:

"Brother Hao, this farewell dinner was really quite special. You really went to great lengths to afford it."

After saying that, Ye Chen clapped his hands and walked out of the Yingbin Hotel without looking back.

Zhao Peng covered his nose tightly and ran downstairs after Ye Chen like he was avoiding a plague, yelling, "Chenzi! Wait for me!"

Stepping out of the hotel, a wave of heat hit me.

Zhao Peng leaned against the roadside green belt, breathing in the fresh air deeply, patting his chest, his face full of excitement and lingering fear.

"Chenzi! My own brother!" Zhao Peng grabbed Ye Chen's arm, thanking him profusely. "Thank goodness you stopped me at the table and said you'd take me somewhere else to eat! Otherwise, I'd be in there getting my stomach pumped right now! Did you already know this restaurant was problematic?!"

Ye Chen stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling brightly and cheerfully.

"I did some quick calculations, do you believe me or not?"

Zhao Peng gave two thumbs up, his face full of admiration.

"I believe you! Even if you said you could fly to heaven, I'd believe you! I can never repay your life-saving grace, brother!"

As he spoke, Zhao Peng glanced back at the second-floor window and spat out a gloating remark: "That bastard Li Hao is completely finished this time. I bet the whole school will know tomorrow about his glorious deed of spending a fortune to treat everyone to gutter oil!"

Ye Chen checked the time, patted his empty stomach, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Alright, forget about him. Let's go. I promised to treat you to something nice. There's a good food stall up ahead. Let's grab some skewers to calm your nerves. After we eat, let's head back early. We have driving practice tomorrow."

Zhao Peng nodded vigorously, and his stomach, which had just emptied, immediately started growling.

"Alright, bro! From now on, I, Zhao Peng, will follow you wholeheartedly!"

The two found a clean roadside barbecue stall nearby, had a simple meal, and drank two bottles of iced soda, which completely suppressed the nausea they had felt in the private room.

After a whirlwind of activity, the two parted ways at the crossroads.

When Ye Chen returned home, the old chandelier in the living room was already off.

He took a shower, lay down on the slightly stiff wooden bed, and put his hands behind his head.

The brain is like a high-speed supercomputer.

Tomorrow's schedule was precisely divided into several modules in my mind.

Go to driving school to practice driving.

Go to an internet cafe to set up an overseas offshore account and a developer backend for the Apple App Store.

Finally, let's wait for Portugal to pull off a stunning upset of 7-0.

The next morning.

The open-air training ground of Shunda Driving School.

The white cement ground was scorching hot under the blazing early summer sun.

Shen Anran arrived very early today.

She wore a fitted, pure white short-sleeved shirt, the hem neatly tucked into light blue skinny jeans.

Her budding fullness rose and fell slightly with her tense breathing.

A pair of straight, slender legs were tightly pressed together, and the innocent black-rimmed glasses paired with this striking figure created a fatally alluring contrast.

Coach Li, holding his signature thermos and a towel around his neck, pointed to the white line on the ground in a gentle tone.

"Today we're practicing reverse parking. This is a basic skill, so don't be nervous."

After saying that, Coach Li took a sip of water, his gaze falling directly on Ye Chen. He said with a smile, "Ye Chen, judging from your starting and gear shifting yesterday, you must have practiced driving quite a bit before, right? Come on, you go first today and set an example for everyone!"

Ye Chen didn't refuse, grinning with a bright and cheerful smile: "Alright, the coach has spoken, so I'll make a fool of myself."

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat with an extremely natural movement.

Start the engine, depress the clutch, and shift into reverse.

Without making any unnecessary movements, Ye Chen casually rested his left hand on the steering wheel, glancing at the left and right rearview mirrors twice.

The car reversed smoothly, and when it reached the designated spot, he quickly turned the steering wheel all the way with one hand, and the car body smoothly drew a perfect arc, stopping as steadily as Mount Tai in the center of the parking space.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Zhao Peng, watching from the side, nearly had his eyes pop out of his head, clapping wildly: "Holy crap! Chenzi, the way you handle the steering wheel with one hand is so damn cool! Confess, have you been secretly driving an unlicensed taxi behind my back?"

Ye Chen pulled out the key, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. He laughed and punched Zhao Peng lightly: "Stop talking nonsense. I call this a natural talent. Hurry up, it's your turn. Stop bragging."

Zhao Peng excitedly climbed into the driver's seat.

As expected, the kid got nervous and lifted the clutch too abruptly.

The car emitted a muffled roar and suddenly lurched backward.

"Bang!"

The car's rear end hit the signpost behind it with perfect accuracy.

Coach Li sighed helplessly, walked over and knocked on the car window: "Young man, you're kicking too hard. Go sit in the back and work on it slowly."

Zhao Peng slunk out, looking completely innocent. Ye Chen, standing nearby, slapped his thigh with amusement and added insult to injury without hesitation: "Fatty, you're not just backing up, you're planning to tear down the driving school!"

"Go away, I was just testing the limits of this car!" Zhao Peng muttered stubbornly.

Coach Li waved his hand and turned to look at Shen Anran standing to the side.

"Shen Anran, you give it a try."

Shen Anran nodded, took a deep breath, and got into the car.

Still haunted by yesterday's stalling incident, her pale fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.

Ye Chen walked to the window, rested one hand on the car door, a gentle, sunny smile on his face, and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were chatting casually:

"Don't be nervous, top student. Driving is just like solving a geometry problem. Just find the coordinates, watch the lines in the rearview mirror, and turn the steering wheel when you reach the angle. Take it slow, you can definitely do it."

Looking into Ye Chen's clear and confident eyes, Shen Anran's previously panicked heartbeat miraculously calmed down.

She gave a soft "hmm" and restarted the engine.

Although she moved very slowly, and even paused to check the position, with Ye Chen's relaxed encouragement, she gritted her teeth and slowly straightened the steering wheel.

The car slowly slid into the parking space. Although it wasn't as smooth as Ye Chen's car, it still came to a steady stop within the white lines.

"Beautiful!" Ye Chen snapped his fingers outside the window, praising without reservation, "I knew it, top students' brains are really sharp, they understand things instantly."

Shen Anran pushed open the car door and got out.

Hearing Ye Chen's praise, a slight blush rose on her fair cheeks.

A faint smile involuntarily crept onto the corners of her lips.

Through her black-rimmed glasses, she secretly glanced at Ye Chen's sunny and cheerful profile, and the strange curiosity in her heart grew stronger and stronger.