Since starting middle school, Luo Yang had never experienced being liked by so many girls.
As Dongfeng Middle School's heartthrob, he wasn't an object of the girls' disdain, but he was definitely not as adored as he was today. He thought being an Emperor couldn't be much better than this.
Every girl in the class had a beaming smile, each chatting and laughing around him, making him their focus, and talking about topics he liked.
It was only when the bell signaled the start of the second period that they returned to their seats.
By the break of the third period, the members of the Sorority had actually come to the corridor outside the Year 9 (5) class—they were there for Luo Yang.
Those who were junior to him called him "senior," and those senior to him called him "junior."
Hearing those sweet calls of "senior" and "junior" was indeed pleasant to the ear.
They were all there to ask Luo Yang for beauty stream water, but since they weren't quite familiar with him yet, they found it difficult to just come out and ask.
Hong Jiaxin opened the conversation for them, saying, "Our Sorority's training partner can mix up a skincare product. Look at me—I've used his product, and my skin is in great condition! Anyone who wants it, just ask him, don't be shy."
The girls were eager to approach Luo Yang because they saw Hong Jiaxin's skin, smooth as jade, fair and clear. Before, they were too embarrassed to directly ask, but with Hong Jiaxin breaking the ice, they started to express their desires in giggles and laughs.
"Junior, I want some."
"Junior, I want some too."
"Senior, I would like some as well."
"Senior, my dear senior, I want some too."
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Hong Jiaxin stood by Luo Yang's side and saw his eyes sparkle as he looked back and forth between the girls, not satisfied until he had checked them out from head to toe, so she gently nudged him with a smile.
Coming back to his senses, Luo Yang laughed heartily and agreed, "I'll go back and mix it up tonight, and I'll bring it over to you tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing this great news, the Sorority members cheered. They clutched their little fists in victory, jumping and laughing, probably considering this the happiest day of their lives so far.
"Today is my birthday, and I'm treating everyone to a late-night snack this evening," one of them announced.
As the captain of the school's girls' basketball team, with a height of around 1.8 meters, Zhao Guifang, standing in the corridor, towered a good half-head above the other girls.
"Since it's the senior's birthday, let's celebrate it properly. My treat, we'll go to a bar tonight. Who wants to come?" Luo Yang looked around the group.
"I do!"
"Me too!"
"Of course, I'll come."
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Ding ling ling...
The bell rang for class, and everyone returned to their seats.
In his more than two years at Dongfeng Middle School, today had been Luo Yang's luckiest day in terms of popularity with the girls; aside from class time, he spent the whole afternoon surrounded and adored by them, receiving a treatment even Jia Baoyu would envy.
Since the founding of Dongfeng Middle School, no boy had ever been loved by so many girls, and Luo Yang had become their cherished flower, with the girls buzzing around him like little bees.
Before the fourth period was over, he received a message from Zhu Li, which read, "I'll come to the school to pick you up later, let's have dinner together."
Zhu Li was the high and mighty belle, and also a big sister figure. Luo Yang had seen her half a year ago, never imagining he would ever get to know her, let alone that she would take the initiative to invite him for a meal!
After the fourth period ended, there was an activity period; those who wanted to exercise could stay on the school's sports fields, and those who wished to go home were allowed to leave early. Security guard Yu Yong wouldn't stop them, even if he was at the school.
Not far from the school's front gate was a silver Lamborghini, Zhu Li's beloved car.
Luo Yang walked out of the school gate and got into the car.
Passing students who saw this scene couldn't help but envy him.
Zhu Li wore a trendy top with denim shorts, her sunglasses giving off a wild and sexy vibe. She exercised regularly and had a toned body with no excess fat.
"Did Devil send someone to cause trouble for you at school?" Zhu Li asked.
"No," replied Luo Yang.
"Knowing him, he wouldn't just let things go. He may have a bigger plan," Zhu Li guessed.
During their casual chat, the car arrived at Xiaoshulin Market's Wangji Restaurant.
This was a restaurant specializing in seafood.
At the entrance, they ran into the restaurant owner, Liao Shengyang. Recalling what his father had mentioned about the price of Yangtze shad, Luo Yang wanted to inquire.
"Boss Liao, how much for Yangtze shad?" Luo Yang asked.
"Even if you have the money, you can't get it," Liao Shengyang said with a laugh.
"I'm planning to breed Yangtze shad. Are you interested?" Luo Yang said with a smile.
Hearing this, Liao Shengyang laughed.
He took it as a joke from Luo Yang and retorted, "You can't breed Yangtze shad. It requires high technology. You're not planning to trick me with carp, are you?"
Luo Yang replied earnestly, "I can breed Yangtze shad; just tell me if you're interested."
If Zhu Li hadn't been right there, Liao Shengyang would have dismissed Luo Yang unceremoniously. After all, Yangtze shad is a superbly delicious and rare fish, a delicacy not commonly available to just anyone. There were no sources to even purchase it from.
"If you can breed Yangtze shad, how about this: I'll give you half the shares of my restaurant, and we'll run it together," Liao Shengyang said sneeringly.
"Are you serious?" Luo Yang asked.
"Miss Zhu is here as a witness; do I dare to talk nonsense?" Liao Shengyang replied seriously.
Actually, he didn't believe for a second that Luo Yang could breed Yangtze shad, which is why he made such a bold statement. If he had seen the three Yangtze shad in the tank at the back of Luo Yang's house, he would have never offered to give half of his restaurant's shares for free.
Words alone are no proof, so Luo Yang asked, "How about we draw up a written agreement? In ten days, I'll bring two Yangtze shad here, and if I can deliver regularly afterward, I've won."
Liao Shengyang nodded and said, "Drawing up a document is fine, but let me make it clear beforehand: you can't use fake goods, specifically North American imported shad, to deceive me. If you provide, it has to be our domestically produced Yangtze shad."
"I assure you it's domestic, quality fish."
"Alright! I'll draw up a document for you."
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