Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 24 Caught in the Act

The following week was quite fulfilling for Song Huan.

They attend classes during the day and hand out flyers at night.

He listened attentively in class, took notes, and did his homework, looking every bit the model student.

Xiao Yunqing was very satisfied with this.

"You've been doing well lately."

On Friday after school, Xiao Yunqing suddenly spoke up.

Song Huan chuckled, "Isn't it so we can go to the same school?"

Xiao Yunqing was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, "I heard that we'll be taking graduation photos after the exams, and there will be a chance for a group photo afterwards. Let's take a picture together then!"

Back then, taking photos wasn't as convenient, and every photo was priceless.

Without hesitation, Song Huan nodded, "Okay."

Xiao Yunqing smiled, then took a small box out of her bag and handed it over.

"for you."

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"Open it and take a look."

Song Huan opened the box.

Inside lay a dark blue fountain pen with a silver trim around the cap; it didn't look cheap.

"this……"

"My mom gave it to me as a reward for studying hard," Xiao Yunqing said. "Song Huan, I'm giving it to you now. I hope that whenever you see it in the future, you'll remember to study hard and make progress every day."

Song Huan was stunned.

This pen looks like a high-quality product; even the packaging is exquisite. It probably costs several hundred yuan.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it."

"Oh, just take it," Xiao Yunqing shoved the pen into his hand. "Why is a boy being so coy?"

Song Huan looked at her.

Her face was a little red, but her expression was fierce, as if she would get angry if you didn't accept it.

Song Huan had no choice.

"Okay, I'll take it."

He put the pen into his schoolbag.

Xiao Yunqing nodded in satisfaction and leaned closer to look at his schoolbag.

"Let me see where you put it, so you don't break the pen... Huh?"

Her hand paused.

Song Huan followed her gaze and saw a piece of paper peeking out from the corner of the backpack.

The paper for the flyer.

After handing out the flyers, he casually folded up the last one and stuffed it into his bag, forgetting to throw it away.

Xiao Yunqing reached out to take it.

"What is this?"

Song Huan grabbed the schoolbag.

"It's nothing."

"Let me see."

"There's nothing to see."

Xiao Yunqing raised her head and stared at him.

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Why are there flyers in your bag?"

Song Huan remained unfazed.

"I don't know, maybe someone put it there."

Xiao Yunqing looked at him for a few seconds and didn't ask any more questions.

[It really does look like a flyer...]

[But why would he have flyers in his bag...?]

[Never mind, it's probably something someone else put there...]

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

This girl can be quite easy to fool sometimes.

……

At 7:30 p.m., Song Huan went out again.

"Mom, I'm going to Xiao Yunqing's house to study."

Zhang Xuejuan responded from the kitchen.

Come back soon.

"understood."

The door closed, and Song Huan went downstairs, heading towards Qihang Education.

After a week, he was already very familiar with the route.

The boss was very satisfied with him, and as more and more flyers were left, he handed them out faster and faster.

With his mind-reading ability, he knows which passersby will accept his offer and which won't, making him incredibly efficient.

After a week, he earned 250 yuan.

One hundred and fifty of them were sent over the weekend.

Weekends are busy, and he works from morning till night distributing flyers. It's tiring, but seeing the money coming in makes him feel at ease.

He counted the money several times, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the iron box under the bed.

250.

The numbers may not sound good, but the money is real.

At this rate, there's still a month until the entrance exam for junior high school, plus the two-month summer vacation after the exam, saving up three thousand yuan shouldn't be a problem.

Three thousand yuan is enough to buy some stocks.

He lay in bed and began to make plans.

How much does Moutai cost now?

What about Vanke?

And that...

I fell asleep while thinking about it.

My dream was filled with red and green numbers, the kind that keep jumping up.

……

The next day was Saturday.

Song Huan handed out flyers for another day.

I was exhausted when I got home in the evening, but I felt really happy.

Hold on a little longer.

I can post it again tomorrow.

Classes will resume the day after tomorrow, Monday.

I'll send it tonight.

Repeatedly.

He was tired, but he enjoyed it.

At least we can see the future.

……

Before we knew it, it was the day before the entrance exam for junior high school.

Wednesday.

The exam is going to be tomorrow.

Song Huan spent his days at school reviewing everything he needed to. The elementary school material was really not difficult for him.

But in order to appease Xiao Yunqing, he still pretended to flip through a few pages of the book.

When school was over, Xiao Yunqing patted him on the shoulder.

"Keep it up tomorrow."

"The same to you."

"Of course," Xiao Yunqing raised her chin, "I'll definitely get first place."

Song Huan smiled.

"Okay, I'll be second."

Xiao Yunqing nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.

He took two steps, then turned back.

Go to bed early tonight, don't stay up late.

"understood."

"Really, don't stay up late."

"Okay, okay."

Xiao Yunqing then left with peace of mind.

Song Huan watched her retreating figure and smiled.

Then he remembered his plans for tonight.

I still have to hand out flyers.

This is the last day. After this batch is distributed, I have an exam tomorrow. I'll continue after the exam.

He checked the time.

six o'clock.

You still have time.

……

At 7:30 p.m. sharp, Song Huan left home.

"Mom, I'm going to Xiao Yunqing's house to study. I have an exam tomorrow, so I'll check the questions one last time."

Zhang Xuejuan nodded.

"Go ahead, but don't stay out too late."

"Um."

Song Huan went downstairs and headed towards Qihang Education.

He arrived twenty minutes later.

The boss saw him and nodded.

"You're here? Five hundred copies today. Go home early after you've finished distributing them."

Song Huan took the flyer.

"it is good."

He took the flyers and went out onto the street.

There were quite a lot of people. There's an exam tomorrow, and many parents brought their children out to relax today.

He sent it very quickly.

One after another, they hand them out, saying, "Elementary school to junior high school tutoring, interested in learning more?" and then move on to the next one.

Whether someone answers or not, he doesn't care.

He stopped to rest halfway through, leaning against a lamppost.

tired.

It's really tiring.

But looking at the remaining flyers in his bag, he perked up again.

You can go back after you send it.

I have an exam tomorrow, so I can't stay up too late tonight.

Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly heard a voice pop into his head.

Very light, very far.

But it's very familiar.

Where is he?

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

He looked up and around.

The street was bustling with people, but the figure with the ponytail was nowhere to be seen.

He thought he had misheard.

Continue posting.

After sending out dozens more, that voice popped up again.

[Could he be at an internet cafe...?]

Song Huan's hand stopped.

wrong.

This is not an illusion.

He put away the flyer and looked around.

Then he saw it.

Across the street, across the traffic, stood a figure in a white dress.

ponytail.

Holding a book in his hands.

He was looking around.

Song Huan's mind went blank.

It’s over.

……

Half an hour ago.

Zhang Xuejuan was watching TV in the living room when there was a knock on the door.

She went over and opened the door.

Xiao Yunqing stood outside the door, holding a book in her hands and smiling.

"Auntie! Is Song Huan home?"

Zhang Xuejuan was stunned for a moment.

"Little Cloud? What brings you here?"

Xiao Yunqing took off her shoes as she walked inside.

"I'm here to study with him. I have an exam tomorrow, so I want to go through everything one last time."

Zhang Xuejuan looked at her, her expression turning strange.

"But... Huanhuan just went out and said she was going to find you."

Xiao Yunqing stopped moving.

She looked up at Zhang Xuejuan.

"Looking for me?"

"Yes," Zhang Xuejuan nodded, "He said he was going to your house to study, and he just left not long ago."

Xiao Yunqing stood there, stunned.

Looking for me?

He didn't say he was coming to see me...

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Xuejuan walked over to the landline.

"It's okay, I'll call your mom and ask her to come back."

She dialed the number and waited a while.

"Hello, Director Xu, is my Huanhuan at your house?"

What was said on the other end of the phone?

Zhang Xuejuan's smile slowly faded.

"Not here? Then he..."

She hung up the phone and looked at Xiao Yunqing, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Where did Huanhuan go? Your mother said he's not at your house."

As Xiao Yunqing stood there, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

That piece of paper I found in her schoolbag that day.

Flyer.

And lately he keeps saying he stays up late studying, but he always looks exhausted.

And those words she couldn't understand.

"stock."

"make money."

"tuyere."

Xiao Yunqing suddenly spoke up, "Auntie, I made a mistake."

Zhang Xuejuan looked at her.

"What?"

"I arranged to meet him at the library," Xiao Yunqing said, taking a step back while holding her books. "He must have gone to the library."

Zhang Xuejuan looked at her with a puzzled expression. "The library?"

"Yes, we made plans. I misremembered; I thought you were coming to my house."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed the book and ran outside.

"I'm going to find him!"

Zhang Xuejuan's voice came from behind.

"Little Cloud, do you want to call your mom...?"

"Need not!"

Xiao Yunqing had already run downstairs.

……

She ran across two streets.

I went to an internet cafe.

No.

They went to the small park they often visited.

nor.

She stood at the park entrance, panting, her mind a jumbled mess.

Where did he go...?

Where did he go...?

She remembered the flyer she had seen in his bag that day.

There seems to be an address above.

Qihang Education.

She doesn't know where she is.

We could only ask questions and run along the way.

Stop halfway through the run.

Across the street, a familiar figure leaned against a lamppost.

He was holding a stack of papers in his hands.

It's being sent to passersby.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, looking at him.

After he finished posting one image, he would walk a few steps forward and post another.

Watching him smile and talk to passersby, only to be rejected, he didn't get angry and continued walking forward.

She stared at it for a long time.

Then she crossed the road and walked over.

Walk up to him.

The flyer in Song Huan's hand stopped in mid-air.

He stared at the person in front of him, stunned.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, holding the book, looking at him.

He couldn't quite describe the expression on his face.

He opened his mouth.

"Little cloud..."

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

She looked at the flyer in his hand, at his face, and at his tired eyes.

After a long silence, she spoke.

"Is this what you call learning?"

The sound was very soft.

Song Huan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Xiao Yunqing looked at him, her eyes slowly reddening.

But she didn't cry.

She took a deep breath, walked over, and took the flyer from his hand.

"How much is left?"

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"I asked you how many more you haven't sent yet."

Song Huan looked at her.

She was looking down, flipping through the stack of flyers, her ponytail hanging down.

"There are... a hundred or so more."

Xiao Yunqing nodded.

Then she took the stack of flyers and walked up to a passerby.

"Hello, I'd like to learn about tutoring for students transitioning from primary to junior high school."

The man took the flyer and glanced at her.

Xiao Yunqing ignored him and continued walking forward.

Move on to the next person.

"Hello, I'd like to learn about tutoring for students transitioning from primary to junior high school."

Song Huan stood there, watching her back.

Watching her hand out the cards one by one, from store to store.

My eyes suddenly started to sting.

He walked over and stood next to her.

"Little Clouds".

"Um?"

"sorry."

Xiao Yunqing ignored him and continued handing out flyers.

"Let's talk after we've sent it."

Xiao Yunqing's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Song Huan knew something bad was about to happen.