What the couple didn't know was that Su Jian went out that night, returned to Lao Zheng's dormitory, woke her uncle up, and told him to deliver the meteorite to Zhongli's school tomorrow.
Returning the way she came, she even had time to observe Feng Yuanjun's security forces before returning to her room to sleep.
When she got up in the morning, Zheng Huiwen stared at her.
"Little aunt, what's wrong with you?"
"Did you go out last night?"
Su Jian looked at her funny, "What? Are you sleepy?"
"Don't be so careless about me. I touched you in the middle of the night. There was no one around, and I vaguely saw you coming in from outside."
"Oh, I need to go to the toilet. Little aunt, I didn't even know you care about me so much."
"Who cares about you? Don't be so sentimental, okay?"
As if she had stepped on a cat's tail, Zheng Huiwen quickly distanced herself from her relationship and took off her slippers to wash up outside.
The breakfast was very sumptuous. The sick old man Su's eyes shone, and he had swept away his past illness. He held the pig's trotters in one hand and the chicken feet in the other, chewing them until his mouth was full of oil.
The way he eats it, the Lord of Hell is waving to him not far away.
"Xiao Jian, I don't know if the usual breakfast is to your liking. I asked the kitchen to make more today. Don't be constrained by what you want to eat."
Su Mingming, who appeared together in the restaurant, looked as pale as a ghost. It seemed that he had not heard Tang Hexiang's words, and had not even heard anything. He sat obediently and ate the porridge and pickles in front of her.
"Mr. Tang, I can eat the same thing as Mingming."
"Porridge and pickles are not nutritious. You eat crystal buns, which are shrimp dumplings, siu mai, and egg tarts. Egg tarts are delicious. Little girls like them very much and are nutritious."
Tang Hexiang regarded her as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, and introduced the food on the table one by one. Su Mingming, who was drinking porridge, had a charming smile on his lips.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang. It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful. I'll eat them one by one."
With Zheng Huiwen, a pig teammate, how could she be taken advantage of by Su Mingming?
"Oh Mingming, why do you punish yourself like this? Sit down and order. Aren't you hungry for this delicious table?"
"If you didn't dance well, you didn't dance well. What's the big deal? Don't fight with your stomach. You should eat and drink when you should. Am I right, Sister Hexiang?"
The corners of Tang Hexiang's mouth twitched and she glanced at Su Mingming resentfully, scolding her in her heart.
How could I feel sorry for her when I made myself feel like a doormat? She gave me good food, good clothes, and good drinks, and look what she gave me in return?
"Little aunt, what's wrong with Sister Mingming?"
"Oh, just like you, the key to last night's game was participation."
"Really? Wouldn't that be nice?"
Zheng Huiwen looked like she had seen a ghost, "What are you talking about? If it's good, will she not be able to eat?"
"Sister Mingming must be very demanding. Why can't she eat after winning the championship?"
Crown, champion?
"Su Jian, you competed with the old guys in the nursing home last night and won the championship?"
"yes."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why don't you kid feel ashamed? You won the championship by playing with a bunch of old men..."
"Miss Zheng, don't underestimate the elderly. The person competing with Xiao Jian for the championship is the famous domestic Go master Chu Wenhai, Mr. Chu." Feng Yuanjun interrupted her unhappily.
"Is it very, very powerful?"
"Of course it's amazing. At the end of April, Xiao Jian will participate in the International Go Competition. If she wins the prize, she will be admitted by the Chess Association under special circumstances. Miss Jian will have a bright future!"