Intellectual Beauty

"You..."

Jiang Wenxuan looked at the comparison of the standard answers. It was not until this moment that the suspicion in his heart truly turned into surprise.

This test paper was not opened, so there was no possibility of cheating.

The only explanation was that Chen Jing really did it with his own strength.

"How... did you do it?" Jiang Wenxuan asked in disbelief.

He thought that he was the best at mathematics in the class, but if it were him, it would be impossible for him to finish all the multiple-choice questions in a minute and get all the answers right.

Chen Jing raised his chin slightly and looked at the clouds in the sky, "This is the difference between a genius and a mediocre talent."

"You... are talking nonsense. You were clearly so behind in the last test." Jiang Wenxuan obviously did not want to admit that the other party was a genius.

"Don't you know how to hide your weaknesses? You always use your results to show off. That's something only children do."

Chen Jing did not plan to say much. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. If you're unwilling to pay, then forget it."

"I... Who says I'm unwilling to pay? I... I'll give it to you right now." Even though Jiang Wenxuan was extremely unwilling, he did not want to leave the impression of going back on his words in front of Lu Yanyan.

Thus, he gritted his teeth and used WeChat to transfer 4,000 yuan to Chen Jing.

"Heh, then I'll accept it with a smile." Chen Jing's phone rang. The 4,000 yuan was successfully transferred. With a wave of his hand, he left with the two of them.

When he reached home, he realized that his father, Chen Yiyuan, had not returned yet. Meanwhile, his mother had started to get busy again, greeting the few scattered customers in the restaurant.

Probably because she felt that after she paid off the debt, and that no one would come to cause trouble in the restaurant anymore, Xu Yanlan, who could not stay idle, began to open the restaurant again.

This time, because of the car accident, the Chen Family had lost so much money. Xu Yanlan did not have any other thoughts. She only wanted to be down-to-earth and earn back every cent.

In their hearts, money was not the most important thing. What they valued the most was for their family to be able to live a stable life.

Several times, Chen Jing wanted to tell his parents that he had won the lottery. This way, his parents would not have to work so hard anymore.

However, he also knew that the skills of a craftsman were not just for a living.

Especially for people like his parents who had worked in a restaurant for more than ten years. Even if they knew that their family had so much money, they probably would not stop.

Many of the customers were regular customers. There were even some who had been regular customers for more than ten years.

This restaurant had already become the brand and emotions in many people's hearts.

Similarly, it was also the brand and persistence that Chen Yiyuan and Xu Yanlan had for their survival in this city.

'If Mom finds out that the Zhang father and son are demanding another 300,000 yuan for the surgery fee, she'll probably be so angry that her head will hurt again, right?'

Chen Jing sat down at a table at the side. He did not plan to mention that he had gone to the hospital.

He only raised his head and shouted, "Pretty lady, give me a bowl of beef noodles."

"Wait a moment."

Xu Yanlan, who was in the kitchen, first responded. Then, she looked up and saw that it was her son. She could not help but laugh and scold, "Kid, you didn't come to help when you came back. Why didn't you go to school? Why did you come back again?"

Chen Jing walked over to help as he said, "I took a day off anyway. I might as well not go in the afternoon."

"How can that be? Your father's matters are basically settled now. You can't delay your studies."

"It's just one day. It won't be delayed. Besides, there's no class in the afternoon. It's the same if I study at home."

"In that case, hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, send Miss Song a serving of san xian noodles."

"Miss Song? Sister Yuchen?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll send it over right away."

Chen Jing looked at the packed lunch box beside the counter. Thinking that it should be hers, he carried it and ran out.

"Hey, eat yourself before you send it over," Xu Yanlan shouted from behind.

"I'll come back to eat after I send it over."

After saying this, Chen Jing ran off without a trace.

Delivering noodles to Sister Yuchen was something that he usually looked forward to the most.

Sister Yuchen was also a regular customer of their family. She had known their family for two to three years. She especially liked the three fresh noodles served at Chen's Restaurant, so she would ask them to send her a serving from time to time.

She was 26 years old this year and was 1.71 centimeters tall. She was beautiful and had a good figure.

Moreover, she could paint and dance. Her entire temperament was noble and elegant. Most importantly, she had a sense of intellectual beauty.

Every time Chen Jing saw her, he could not help but feel nervous.

He knew that the person he liked was an intellectual young lady like Song Yuchen.

Because of this, after he found out that Lu Yanyan actually liked him, other than being surprised, he did not feel anything else.

After all, in his heart, Lu Yanyan's immature type was far less attractive than Song Yuchen's slightly familiar type.

'The only pity is that she already has a fiancé.'

Ever since Chen Jing got to know her, whenever she ordered san xian noodles, as long as Chen Jing was free, he would basically send them over.

So, after going back and forth, he had some understanding of her.

He had also met her fiancé a few times.

Chen Jing did not know what her fiancé did for a living. He only knew that he drove a Bentley. He was young and rich.

Today, this black Bentley was parked below her house again. It looked like her fiancé was here again.

"What a pity..."

Chen Jing once again felt that it was a pity. If Song Yuchen was alone at home, then he could take the opportunity to stay and chat with her as usual before leaving.

But today, it was obvious that he couldn't.

He took the elevator upstairs and the person who opened the door for him was Song Yuchen.

Today, she was wearing a white chiffon shirt, a short skirt that covered her buttocks, and gray stockings.

Her fair skin was beautiful and shiny, and her cheeks had a natural light blush.

Seeing Chen Jing's arrival, she was very happy.

"Ah, you delivered it so quickly. That's great. Give it to me." She reached out to receive it.

But Chen Jing said, "Sister Yuchen, let me put it on the table for you. It just came out of the pot. Don't burn your hands."

Song Yuchen looked at the steaming lunch box and accepted his kindness. "Thank you, then."

As soon as she entered, the familiar décor entered Chen Jing's eyes.

The décor of her house was very simple. There were paintings hanging all around the walls.

It was not a western oil painting, but a traditional ink painting.

The man in a suit and tie in his thirties was indeed here.

He was holding a painting that had just been unfolded and placed on the easel.

Regarding Chen Jing's arrival, he acted as if he did not see it. He only said to Song Yuchen, "Yuchen, this is the surprise I want to bring you."

When the painting was unfolded, it was a pine stone painting.

The ancient pine tree was strong and the mountain rocks were thick.

"This is an authentic painting by the Qing Dynasty's court painter, Xu Yang," he said with a slight smile.

"Ah? Xu Yang?" Song Yuchen had always been a painting addict. One second, she was attracted by the food. The next second, when she heard that it was an authentic painting by Xu Yang, her eyes immediately lit up as she walked towards the painting.

Chen Jing did not know Xu Yang. He only felt that it did not sound as famous as Zhang Daqian or Qi Baishi.

An authentic painting by the court painter, Xu Yang?

Just as this question popped up in his heart, suddenly, a red font appeared in front of his eyes once again.

-- [Accuracy 0%]!

Fake!