-level schools in the province, your ranking still has some distance from that of No. 27, but you don’t need to feel burdened by this gap.""After all, No. 27 enjoys unique advantages in history and fa...Chapter Thirty: First Battle

Dongcan occasionally wonders if the most ordinary days might be the happiest. There's no need to truly struggle in the marketplace, maneuvering among various calculating deities. Struggling to take a breath and climb up one more step isn't necessarily necessary. In this tranquil time where everything can be細細品味，和喜歡的人共處一地，自己的事業平穩發展，每天都有提升和進步，未必不是一件愜意的事。

Looking at most of the students around him complaining about their current situation, from boredom to apathy towards what they're experiencing. In the increasingly hot weather, using books as fans or gritting their teeth in hatred while solving a problem in science, Su Can feels like he's seeing real life, like those sitting there are his former self.

That young man, with towering piles of books held close to him, immersed in his own world under the lecture hall. Indifferent towards looking at the future or running away from a distant and cruel competitive reality.

Returning to the beginning, everyone might hope to say something to their former self; what would ten years ago's self want to tell ten years later’s self What is the one sentence you most want to say

Su Can sees himself every day when he goes up the stairs in the hallway mirror. He’s vibrant and sunny, completely different from the pale and dejected face seen after waking up at home that was filled with fatigue and gloominess. The former makes him feel like he's living life instead of life living on him.

Rongcheng is too big compared to Xia Hai No. 1 High School where Su Can used to study; only some students from the counties board in this school, so after class at No. 27 High School, most students choose to stay or go to nearby rented houses for a nap.

After Su Can had lunch at the school cafeteria, Tang Wu seemed to have discussed it with her family and they agreed that she could eat there as well, using the excuse of "utilizing spare time to study in the library."

If those boys and girls who consider Tang Wu their idol knew that after eating together from the canteen, Su Can also took her to spend the noon hours at the school’s library, they probably wouldn't think twice about making him a public enemy. A transfer student who could hold hands with one of the most dazzling girls in this school is enough to make everyone's xenophobic and local抱團心理kill him a thousand times over.

Of course, those in Senior Two Class Three, who roughly know about the ambiguous relationship between Su Can and Tang Wu are currently very active and will spread their story far and wide. But by then, his status at school should be well-established and wouldn't cause too much of a stir.

The biggest concern for both of them is probably Tang Wu's parents; Su Can knows that Tang Mu wants to send her daughter abroad for studying, an idea currently not mature enough. He doesn’t want to accelerate this process because of his presence, as it would drive him crazy even if he could just get a visa and join her. But that wouldn't avoid direct confrontation with Tang Mu, which is what he tries to avoid.

The breeze in the library was gentle, and the bamboo forest outside rustled softly with the wind. On a couch at the hallway entrance, Tang Wu would occasionally fall asleep, her head resting on books such as "National Geographic," "Paradise of People," or "Sherlock Holmes." Her hair would loosely drape over her ears.

Sometimes, even her neckline was slightly exposed, and Su Cen felt that if he leaned forward a bit more, he might see something very beautiful.

So he did just that.

One of the happiest things during student days was encountering a pretty girl in the library. If this girl also had some kind of connection with him, it would make other wolf-like boys lurking about envy and cry; if she trusted him enough to sleep soundly while being accompanied by him, many people would likely worship the ground he walked on.

However, at such a moment, coveting the most beautiful yet extremely wicked things in the world started. For example, peering into a girl's thin neckline—such an act would make countless individuals cry out in shame and guilt from the library rooftop.

Tang Wu’s slender neck extended to a shadowy area below her collarbone, making Su Cen’s heart race involuntarily, reminding him of the scene where they shared a blanket together on that day, vividly etched in his memory.

Thus, Su Cen's actions were somewhat peculiar and bizarre. He half-leaned forward from the couch with an extended neck, one hand gripping the armrest beside Tang Wu’s head carefully to avoid making any noise, while the other hand pressed against the sofa next to her body, supporting his weight. The light cast a strange and disrespectful posture towards the sleeping girl below.

Fortunately, the library was quiet at this time with no one around; cameras weren’t installed in these times either, otherwise anyone seeing him like this would likely scream.

He would also be trampled to death by angry teachers throughout the school.

Tang Wu suddenly opened her eyes, gazing at him with autumn water-like pupils.

In this flickering summer light in the library, on a couch with a gentle breeze blowing, Su Cen felt that he had risked his honor and made one of the strangest poses of his life just for that fleeting glimpse. When the girl opened her eyes, everything around them suddenly became silent.

Su Cun glumly returned to his original spot, and Tang Wu got up, tidied her hair, put away the book, with redness creeping up her neck. She said, "Let's go."

Su Cun responded with a "Mm" sound.

Both of them were probably very shocked inside, but there was no trace of it on their outward appearance.

On Wednesday, Su Cun skipped his last class and went to Qin Mama Hot Pot. The negotiation didn't go well; the other side wouldn't budge. He handed his backpack to Pineapple Culture Media employee Zhao Qiang from Rong University's senior year who was waiting at the door. Zhao took up his documents, company license, student ID card, and entered the manager’s office.

The general manager was practicing calligraphy. After writing a line, if he wasn’t satisfied, he would crumple it up and throw it away. He looked displeased upon seeing Su Cun enter. He waved his hand and said, "Huh, another one Getting even younger Actually planning to go down the path of winning sympathy through age differences I told you we have no intention of doing this. Your magazine has no finished products, no circulation numbers, no influence—what can a bunch of young people accomplish We don’t want any part of it."

Su Cun didn't say much, took two steps forward, pushed aside the Xuan paper on the desk with one hand, and placed his thick documents on the table. The other side’s eyes widened in shock: "What are you doing!"

Su Cun looked up and said, "I heard that you haven’t even read our company's materials, let alone this market research analysis." He then pulled out a form from his documents and placed it before the other party.

The form was about student gatherings' preferred venues. It showed that Xinrui Dazhuang Hot Pot gradually became the top choice for students to dine together, with its proportion in several universities reaching around 35%, while Qin Mama Hot Pot's selection rate only stood at 3%—a tenfold disparity.

"This shows the current consumption trends of college students. But if you could spare some time to review this student consumption capacity survey, I think you would have even more ideas," Su Cun said as he pulled out several forms and placed them in front of the somewhat entranced manager one by one.

This momentary display from Su Cun caused him to take a fresh look at students.

Most importantly, their rival was leading overwhelmingly in terms of college student dining choices. These figures were eye-catching and implied that they had already lost the battle for this demographic.

"I can predict that our consumption guidance magazine will fully cover all universities in the province within a year. As an authoritative guide for leading the student generation's consumption, it will enter other provincial universities within three years and occupy a leading position, gradually evolving into a comprehensive guiding magazine for college students, white-collar workers, and even ordinary consumer groups. Now as our advertising member unit, we can provide corresponding benefits! In the future, maintaining competitive advantages."

"Is this survey accurate Weighing the paper's weight in his hand, the suspicious manager frowned.

"You can run a discount coupon campaign on our magazine and determine our magazine's advertising influence through the number of coupons returned." Su Cen smiled. "The 20,000 yuan advertising fee for the first issue can be postponed temporarily. After seeing the results based on the coupons returned, you can decide whether to pay or continue with this ad."

The manager hesitated for a while, immersed in the more professional report before him and secretly amazed by Su Cen's age. Rising from his seat, he still had an air of distrust. "We can prepay 10,000 yuan as advertising fees to you. Let’s run it for one month to see the effect. However, if there are no results, then there won't be a next time! Do you understand Absolutely no second chance!"

Zhao Qiang stared at Su Cen in disbelief when he received the advertisement fee and payment receipt. As they boarded the bus, Su Cen smiled. "Let's go to Dezhuang."

Zhao Qiang watched helplessly as Su Cen took out 20,000 yuan from his card and put it in his bag before entering the manager’s office of the Dezhuang Hot Pot restaurant.

He shamelessly promoted that their competitors had invested 30,000 yuan in advertisements on their magazine, attempting to surpass the leading position of Dezhuang Hot Pot in campus consumption influence.

The senior management of Dezhuang held a brief meeting and decided to invest 50,000 yuan in advertising fees with Pineapple Media's campus consumption magazine. They offered nearly 100,000 yuan in discounts and distributed around three thousand discount coupons for an eight-point-eight off discount. Clearly, they did not expect that a high school student would deceive them.

Su Cen managed to secure six-figure advertising fees within half a day, leaving employee Zhao Qiang's eyes wide with astonishment. Initially showing some arrogance towards Su Cen, he now showed complete awe and respect.

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