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

Zhao Qiang, carrying a beautifully packaged box of imported chocolates, went straight to the window seat.

Zhao Qiang placed the chocolate on Tang Wan's desk.

"Hello, Ms. Tang Wan."

Zhao Qiang switched to fluent Shanghai dialect, speaking with familiarity and blatantly displaying the superiority complex of a local.

"My name is Zhao Qiang, I'm a local. If you encounter any difficulties living in Shanghai, feel free to contact me anytime."

Tang Wan raised her head.

Her features were exquisite, yet her demeanor exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Zhao Qiang deliberately switched to the Shanghai dialect.

She replied in standard Mandarin, "Thank you, but no need."

She didn't even touch the box of chocolates; she simply pushed it back onto the corner of the table with a light push of her fingertip.

"I don't like sweets, you can give it to someone else."

Zhao Qiang was rebuffed and lost face.

Several boys nearby, who were listening intently, couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"That local guy is pretty brave; he just went right up there."

"Tang Wan is the most beautiful girl in our department, would she even be interested in his box of chocolates?"

Zhao Qiang chuckled awkwardly, forcing a smile, "That's true, girls are generally more conscious of their figure. So, if you ever need help in class or in Shanghai, please don't hesitate to ask."

Tang Wan simply nodded politely, her gaze returning to the magazine, clearly indicating that she didn't want to talk any further.

Having been rebuffed, Zhao Qiang could only turn around and walk to the next table.

He simply took his bag and walked around the classroom, handing out chocolates and chewing gum to each table, saying "Come find me if you need anything in the future" over and over.

When he moved to dormitory 417 in the back row, he had regained some of the composure of a local.

He took out several packs of Extra chewing gum from his bag and placed them on the table one by one.

The gesture wasn't impolite, but it carried a hint of "I'll take care of you."

"Brothers, we're all in the same class now, so let's keep in touch."

Zhao Qiang pulled out an empty chair next to him and sat down, his wrist turning intentionally or unintentionally to reveal the shiny stainless steel watch.

"I'm a local from Shanghai, I know this area very well."

"If you want to go to the city center on weekends or are worried about getting ripped off when buying something, just call me."

Sun Haoyu was a very outgoing person; he tore open the packaging of the chewing gum and popped it into his mouth to chew.

"Brother Qiang is so generous! From now on, we out-of-towners will all be relying on you."

Lu Wenbo fiddled with the Nokia N97 in his hand and chimed in with a couple of comments.

Chen Zhiqiang carefully put the chewing gum into his pocket and whispered a thank you.

Zhao Qiang enjoyed being fawned over. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face, leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and even raised the pitch of his voice at the end of his sentence.

"Don't mention it, we're all classmates. We're running for class monitor later, so please vote for me, guys."

"I will definitely arrange everything in the class clearly from now on."

As Zhao Qiang spoke, he turned to look at Ye Chen, who was sitting on the far side.

"Brother..."

Zhao Qiang was holding the last piece of chewing gum, about to hand it over.

The hand was halfway out, but the movement abruptly stopped in mid-air.

His gaze fell on the desk in front of Ye Chen.

There was a black cell phone lying face down there.

Glass back panel, metal frame, and the highly recognizable Apple logo.

iPhone4！

Zhao Qiang's eyelids twitched violently.

It is now February 1963.

There are no genuine domestic versions available. In Shanghai's electronics malls, a US version grey market phone is being sold for nearly 15,000 yuan by scalpers, and you still have to wait in line.

He pestered his dad for half a month, but his dad still wouldn't buy it for him.

But now, this phone that he had been longing for was just casually placed on the corner of a freshman's desk in another city.

I didn't even put a phone case on it.

It seems completely unafraid of bumps and knocks.

Zhao Qiang's Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked Ye Chen up and down again.

A pure black, fitted short-sleeved shirt; the brand is unreadable, but the cut is excellent.

His wrist was bare; he wasn't wearing a watch.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, exuding an extremely natural sense of relaxation.

This isn't an act.

This shows they have real confidence.

Zhao Qiang's sense of superiority as a local was instantly shattered by this phone.

He quickly withdrew his outstretched hand, his smile stiffened, and even his form of address changed.

"Dude, you're pretty low-key. This kind of machine is hard to come by these days."

Ye Chen casually flipped his phone over, and the screen lit up, displaying the time.

"It's alright, I asked a friend to bring it for me."

Ye Chen spoke in a sunny tone, with the easygoing nature of a big boy, completely lacking the smugness one would expect after someone has seen through one's wealth.

Zhao Qiang felt even more uncertain.

The fact that this out-of-town freshman was able to ask a friend to bring him an iPhone 4 at this time shows that his family is definitely not ordinary.

Zhao Qiang's mind raced.

It's best not to offend this kind of person before you know their background.

If you can lend a hand, then lend a hand.

"Um... we're electing a class monitor later. If you don't have any other plans, could you lend your support?"

Ye Chen placed his hands on the table and looked at Zhao Qiang.

He neither said it was good nor bad.

He just chuckled very softly.

"Okay, got it."

Just these four words.

Zhao Qiang felt like he had punched cotton.

Unable to figure out Ye Chen's methods, he dared not make any more outrageous remarks as before. He gave a dry laugh and turned back to his seat.

As soon as Zhao Qiang left, Sun Haoyu immediately came over and lowered his voice.

"Old Ye, this kid is quite the show-off. He keeps calling himself a local, as if he's afraid people won't know he lives in Shanghai."

Lu Wenbo pursed his lips.

"What's with the arrogance? You think you can win people over with just a box of chocolates and a few bars of gum? I just went to deliver something to Tang Wan, and she didn't even acknowledge me."

Chen Zhiqiang chimed in from the side, "Tang Wan is indeed quite pretty, but she seems too cold and unapproachable."

"It looks good, but it's too arrogant." Sun Haoyu stroked his chin. "But Zhao Qiang is also a weirdo. He has to ask each person for their household registration before handing out snacks."

Ye Chen tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Who cares? Someone's willing to be the class's head housekeeper, so we're happy to have some peace and quiet. Old Sun, didn't you want to be class monitor?"

Sun Haoyu waved his hands repeatedly.

"Forget it, my build is only good enough to be the sports committee member, but the class monitor job is too detailed for me. Old Ye, why don't you take over?"

Ye Chen refused outright.

"I'm busy."

What a joke.

The company's new game has just been launched, and the backend data could crash at any moment.

Han Yue, Su Ya, and Lu Yuan have a bunch of things waiting for him to make decisions.

In comparison, being a class monitor was definitely not a priority for him.

Have you collected all the registration forms from the class?

A meeting is being called?

Dormitory check and roll call?

Organize a health inspection?

Just imagining this scene is enough to make one's breathless.

The 15-minute break is over.

Xu Man took the folder and walked back to the podium.

The classroom quickly fell silent.

"Alright, everyone's basically gotten to know each other now. Let's begin the election for temporary class officers."

Xu Man picked up the chalk and wrote down several positions on the blackboard, such as class monitor, Youth League secretary, and study committee member.

"Interested students can come up and give a brief self-introduction."