Chapter 59: Qian Quan Is the Strongest! !
Translator: Inschain Editor: Inschain
After taking a spin in the car, Qian Quan added a few friends to his WeChat. On the surface, it seed like he was beginning to be accepted into the circle. However, he knew very well that he was far from fitting in.
The amazing driving skills he had showcased caught their attention, but it didn’t necessarily an they would be friends on the sa wavelength from now on.
Of course, Qian Quan had no complaints about this.
He neither criticized nor yearned for this lifestyle.
They were like two intersecting lines; their life paths were never ant to coincide in the long run.
“Will you attend gatherings like this in the future?” Zhang Xiang’er asked on the way back from the racetrack.
“It depends,” Qian Quan replied. “1 never thought I would go to a party like this, but you dragged along.”
“You impressed everyone tonight. None of them could figure you out. A few girls even tried to estimate the cost of your outfit but still couldn’t make up their minds.”
“That’s because I ca with you.”
No, no, it’s mainly because your driving was too amazing. Wait, how did you learn to drive a sports car? Don’t tell you learned it last minute.”
“I learned driving from my dad,” Qian Quan said.
“Your father must be an extraordinary man.”
“Yes, he is.”
After dropping Qian Quan off near a subway station, Zhang Xiang’er was off to another venue. The night was still young for them.
Before getting out of the car, Zhang Xiang’er casually ntioned sothing.
“Hey, pass Lin Xiaohuang’s WeChat later on. We’ll be part of the sa circle from now on, after all.”
After an entire evening of setting the stage, Zhang Xiang’er finally revealed his true colors.
“I’ll ask her first. Bye.”
“Don’t forget.”
Exploring the glitz and glamor of Azure Bay was just a side quest. His main focus was studying here.
By late October, so of the campus activities Qian Quan was involved in were wrapping up, while new ones were getting started.
In the College of Humanities’ 3-011-2 Basketball Ga, the Departnt of History predictably clinched the championship.
After the ga, everyone took photos to commorate the event. Two girls from the runner-up Departnt of Political Science also took a photo with Qian Quan.
In reality, he was the most photographed player on the sidelines.
On the 21st, the drama society’s play, The Love Story of the Snail and the Oriole, had its first performance.
With marquee stars like Yang Qing and Tang Bingbing, the show was sold out; even the aisles were filled.
After the successful first performance, Qian Quan, who played a minor male role, received nurous text ssages and new WeChat friend requests.
Most of the ssages praised him as “Handso,” “Great performance”, and “You worked hard”, and so even offered constructive criticism and future career advice, showing genuine concern.
Friend requests ca mostly from girls, but there were a handful of guys too.
This made Qian Quan realize sothing.
Becoming famous was incredibly tempting.
He was still miles away from fa, yet he was already receiving so much goodwill and attention from strangers. How much praise and adoration must the real celebrities receive every day?
Sure, there was negative pressure, but the rewards must outweigh it.
In the evening, the drama club held a symbolic celebration dinner at a restaurant outside campus and even ordered so alcohol.
Tang Bingbing, the leading lady, was naturally the star of the celebration.
She began by thanking everyone, and then everyone took turns toasting her.
Even though she only sipped a small amount each ti, it eventually added up. Before she knew it, she was a little tipsy, her cheeks flushed, adding to her allure.
“Us seniors, the mont we return to school, we feel that we are old. Once we’re past this stage, the school is no longer ours.
“Stepping into society after leaving school, we feel so green, so naive…
“In short, what I want to say is thank you. Thank you, every one of you, for allowing to say goodbye to my alma mater in this way. Cheers!”
After the dinner, Tang Bingbing specifically asked her “first-love boyfriend” Qian Quan to walk her back to her dorm. Along the way, she suggested they take a longer walk around campus.
“Qian Quan, have you ever considered pursuing a career in the entertainnt industry?” Tang Bingbing asked.
No,” Qian Quan answered.
“Why?”
“I don’t have exceptional talent in singing or acting.”
“But you’re handso.”
“There are at least seven or eight guys as handso as in the entertainnt industry. I have no advantage.”
Tang Bingbing burst into laughter, lightly tapping Qian Quan, “You’re so modestly narcissistic.”
Qian Quan also laughed.
“I wish you were really my first-love boyfriend,” Tang Bingbing mused.
“Why?”
“Because it’s been a long ti since soone has made this happy,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Qian Quan, “And if you were my first-love boyfriend, I could make an even more outrageous request before graduation.”
“Like what?”
Like… going to a hotel room?” Tang Bingbing joked.
Qian Quan chuckled, “You must be drunk, young lady.”
With a smile on her face, Tang Bingbing suddenly moved closer to Qian Quan’s ear, her breath slling sweet, and whispered so words.
Upon hearing them, Qian Quan’s expression froze instantly.
Those straightforward words were like landmines, exploding in his mind.
His heartbeat accelerated wildly, like a race car at full throttle.
He experienced a physiological reaction any normal male would have.
Turning his head, he looked at Tang Bingbing, who was so close to him.
Her eyes were dewy, her lips rosy, and her expression was ambiguous, filled with anticipation.
A fierce urge rose from the depths of Qian Quan’s heart. He stared at her for six or seven seconds.
Then he gently pushed Tang Bingbing away by the shoulders, saying, “Let’s go back, Miss Tang. You really have had a bit too much to drink.”
A complex glimr flashed across Tang Bingbing’s eyes, but she just smiled, “Yeah.”
The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the girls’ dormitory.
When they reached the entrance of the girls’ dorm building, Tang Bingbing said, “After sobering up tomorrow, 1’11 probably forget everything that happened tonight. You should forget it too.”
Of course,” Qian Quan nodded.
“Bye. Goodnight.”
“Goodbye.”
On his way back to the male dormitory, Qian Quan took a deep breath, enjoying the slightly cool night air, and finally felt fully awake.
One could say that he had just experienced the most thrilling mont of his 18-year life, twenty tis more so than that night at Zhang Xiang’er’s welco party.
As he neared the entrance of the n’s dorm, he started a video call with Ding Linlang.
“What’s up? I’m busy writing,” Ding Linlang said, seated in her chair, as she faced the video call.
“Just keep writing. Put your phone aside, so I can watch you,” Qian Quan said.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask why.”
“You’re acting weird tonight. What’s going on?”
“I just want to watch you write, okay?”
“Fine,” Ding Linlang didn’t ask any more questions and propped up her phone so it faced her. “Don’t get srized by how seriously I’m working.”
“I’ll try not to,” Qian Quan laughed.
With that, Ding Linlang continued to imrse herself in her writing.
She stared at the screen intently, her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard.
Listening to the sound of the keystrokes, Qian Quan’s thoughts gradually cald.
By the end of October, an event called “The Campus Chess Talent Hunt” and the “Liangon Cup Chess Masters Challenge,” sponsored by Azure Bay City Chess Association, and co-hosted by Liangon Corporation, various Student Affairs Guidance Committees, Joint Youth Committees, and chess associations of several universities, kicked off at Jiaotong University.
Chess Grandmasters Jiang Shilai and Cao Yu played a thrilling “Turn-based Battle” with eight students from Jiaotong University.
In the end, seven students lost, and one managed a draw ga.
That person was naturally Li Zhiyi.
“You could have won the ga. Did you intentionally play for a draw?” Jiang Shilai, true to his Grandmaster title, was not bothered by the loss.
“I learned from soone else,” Li Zhiyi said.
Jiang Shilai smiled kindly and asked, “Would you like to play another ga just between us?”
“Sure.”
So, Jiang Shilai and Li Zhiyi set up another ga, resulting once again in a draw.
“Your chess style…” Jiang Shilai was surprised, “Another round?”
“Okay,” Li Zhiyi nodded, her face wearing a faint, mischievous smile.
The second ga also ended in a draw.
Jiang Shilai was astounded and said, “Your chess skills are really sothing.”
Cao Yu also looked astonished, “To be able to draw two rounds with Teacher Jiang, you must be the strongest college student in Azure Bay, or even in the whole country.”
Li Zhiyi said, “I’m not the strongest. Qian Quan is the strongest.”
“Oh? Who is Qian Quan?”
“Freshn from Seacoast Normal University,” soone nearby responded at the ti.
Jiang Shilai and Cao Yu exchanged glances, thinking that this year’s event was turning out to be quite interesting..
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