Chapter Twenty: I Truly Am Studying Diligently

Yang Xiaofan had indeed heard her, but he still wasn’t quite sure, so he asked again.
“Class monitor, do you really agree or not? Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“I do! I do! Alright? You big, silly fool!” Qin Nuanyu’s face flushed as she shot Yang Xiaofan a fierce glare.

Yang Xiaofan was left quite puzzled by this.
If she agreed, she agreed—why did she have to scold him too?

But soon, joy overtook him.
“So… from now on, you’re my girlfriend.”

With that, Yang Xiaofan cupped Qin Nuanyu’s face in his hands and, smack, kissed her again.

“Mmmph!” Qin Nuanyu jumped in fright and shoved him away.

“Are you crazy? We’re in the classroom! What if someone comes in and sees us?”

She looked as timid as a little rabbit, which Yang Xiaofan found both cute and amusing.

“It’s fine. These days, who cares if someone sees?”

“That… that’s still not okay! Anyway, from now on, you can’t just kiss me in the classroom.”

“So that means outside, I can kiss you as much as I want?” Qin Nuanyu turned her blushing face away.

Yang Xiaofan’s thick skin was simply too much for her to handle.

“Alright, enough fooling around. I need to file the paperwork for the freshman welcome party performance.”

“Sure, I’ll just stay here by your side. I won’t get in your way.”

“Mm!” Qin Nuanyu nodded and began filling out the forms. The main performer she listed was, of course, Yang Xiaofan.

But besides Yang Xiaofan, she also listed an alternate—Wang Ze.
After all, if something came up and Yang Xiaofan couldn’t make it, the class would need someone to step in.
Wang Ze’s singing skills were up to the task.

Yang Xiaofan sat to the side, watching Qin Nuanyu’s profile.
He had to admit, from any angle, this beautiful girl was stunning.
Especially her side profile—Qin Nuanyu’s looks could rival those of celebrities.
Combined with her personality and intellect… she truly lived up to the name “Nuanyu”—Warm Jade.

Most importantly, she was just as pure as he was—neither of them was “secondhand.”
At that moment, Yang Xiaofan felt he had truly found a treasure.

Yang Xiaofan had no suspicion that Qin Nuanyu was attracted to him for his money.
As a campus goddess, countless people pursued her—rich heirs, businessmen seeking to keep a college student—they were all loaded.

But Qin Nuanyu had never been involved in anything improper with anyone.
That alone made her worthy of his pursuit.

Besides, the class monitor’s family was well-off too, and she was an only child.
Based on the financial strength he had revealed—winning a lottery ticket—he still wasn’t richer than her family.

So Yang Xiaofan was certain: Qin Nuanyu liked him for who he was.

As students gradually arrived for class, many noticed Yang Xiaofan sitting with the class monitor.
Everyone tacitly understood and said nothing more.
Those like Wang Ze and Wang Qian, who had become Yang Xiaofan’s “fanboys,” even gave him a secret thumbs-up.

Yang Xiaofan was in a great mood. Bored, he sent five consecutive two-thousand-yuan red envelopes in the class group chat.

“Whoa! Brother Fan is giving out red envelopes!”

“They’re all two-thousand each! Hurry and grab them!”

“Brother Fan, you’re awesome!”

The gloom over the class from Yang Xiaofan winning the class monitor’s heart instantly vanished.

Ah, humanity—ever eager to worship at the altar of money.

Qin Nuanyu didn’t join the scramble for cash; instead, she frowned slightly.

“Don’t waste money like that. Winning the lottery is lucky, but it’s not that much. If you don’t save, you’ll regret it when it’s all gone.”

Yang Xiaofan chuckled.

“No worries. Haven’t I got you, my little rich lady? Please take care of me.”

Qin Nuanyu blushed and spat lightly, “Shameless.”

The rest of the class egged them on.

“Class monitor, you’ve changed.”

“Yeah, you used to always look out for us. Now that you’re dating Yang Xiaofan, you only have eyes for him.”

Qin Nuanyu’s face burned as red as a freshly-boiled crayfish.

She turned and glared at everyone.

“One more word and I’ll ignore you all from now on.”

But this adorable threat only made everyone laugh harder.

“Hahaha…”

Qin Nuanyu was both angry and flustered.

Yang Xiaofan, of course, couldn’t stand by while his girlfriend was teased.

He cleared his throat and gestured for silence.

“Alright, that’s enough. No more teasing Nuanyu.”

Dozens of classmates replied in unison:

“YES SIR!”

Qin Nuanyu was left rather exasperated. How had dating someone turned her from class monitor into an afterthought?

Soon, the teacher arrived and class returned to normal.

With his improved memory, Yang Xiaofan listened to the lesson while also familiarizing himself with various brands, broadening his horizons.

After all, such knowledge couldn’t be acquired just by throwing money around.

Perhaps the “Godmaking Project” deemed that simply spending money held little real value.

But Yang Xiaofan was, after all, a person of this world. He needed to connect with its realities—especially since he would become wealthy in the future, it was best to learn.

At long last, the afternoon classes ended. Yang Xiaofan stretched lazily.

“Finally done—what a day.”

Qin Nuanyu rolled her eyes.

“And you dare complain? The teacher’s lecturing up front, and you’re playing on your phone the whole time.”

Yang Xiaofan’s lips curled up.

“How do you know I wasn’t studying?”

“Studying, my foot!”

“Don’t believe me? Test me.”

Skeptical, Qin Nuanyu opened her notebook and asked,
“Between a market economy and a planned economy, which has the greater advantage?”

“A market economy is superior in improving social productivity and optimizing resource allocation. A planned economy, meanwhile, is more advantageous in major infrastructure, scientific research, and military manufacturing projects. The main theory of a market economy is rooted in Western economic principles, emphasizing the role of the market and achieving optimal allocation of resources through supply and demand, thereby enhancing productivity…”

“???”

Qin Nuanyu was dumbfounded.

That couldn’t be right. She had seen Yang Xiaofan playing on his phone all afternoon, and his notebook was spotless—how could he remember so clearly?

Unwilling to concede, she posed another question.

“Then how can market and planned economies be used together to maximize their effectiveness?”

Yang Xiaofan leaned back, resting his head on his arm, and smiled.

“That’s simple…”

As he answered fluently, giving all the correct responses the teacher had shared, Qin Nuanyu was left utterly astonished.