Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 112 - 109 Ways to Make Money

Chapter 112: Chapter 109: Ways to Make Money

Chapter 112 -109: Ways to Make Money

This person is on the right track!

Song Jiawen was overjoyed inside, yet her expression remained cool and indifferent, her icy face betraying no emotion. She simply tilted her chin to signal the other party to sit properly, then quickly picked up her pen and started to draw on the paper.

Another ten minutes passed and another speed drawing was complete. The male student took the sketch, nodded in satisfaction, and then handed it back to Song Jiawen along with two hundred yuan. He said with a smile, “Junior, could you sign your name on it? That way, when I look at the drawing in the future, I can remember who drew it for me. I’m a senior in the mathematics department and will be graduating soon. How about it, as a keepsake? Oh, my name is Lu Mingtao.”

Damn it… using this method to exchange names and contact information with a junior sister, despicable!

Ye Di seemed as though fire was shooting from his eyes as he looked at Lu Mingtao. Damn, you’re already a senior, about to be out of here, why stir up trouble?

Glancing over at Song Jiawen, she didn’t even hesitate before taking the drawing and swiftly signing her name in the bottom right corner.

Lu Mingtao’s mouth curled slightly, feeling pleased as punch, but when he took the drawing and looked at it, he was stunned: Xiaosi?

Wait, is this her real name?

He looked up at Song Jiawen, unwilling to rest and wanting to ask one more question, but at that moment someone else had taken a seat in front of the easel.

Song Jiawen became busy again, and no longer had time to pay him any mind.

Lu Mingtao watched for a while before finally leaving, somewhat frustrated.

It doesn’t matter, she’s a freshman at the Art Institute. I’m sure I can find her if I look for her later.

Soon, the crowd at South Square started to grow, and many freshmen and their parents who had completed the registration process came strolling over. Seeing the crowd around Song Jiawen, they approached out of curiosity.

“Oh, these must be students from the Art Institute, right? The drawings are really good.”

“What are you saying? It’s the Art Institute of Beijing University, the best in the country. The students here go on to become great artists, you know?”

“Well, why don’t we have her draw one for us? We might have a piece by a future great artist on our hands.”

“Let’s see how much it costs?”

….

The morning passed and Song Jiawen didn’t even realize how many drawings she had done until her hand started to ache and she finally stopped.

She shook out her wrist and stood up from the small stool, stamping her feet.

“Junior sister…”

Suddenly, a ghostly voice called out from beside her. Song Jiawen turned her head to look, and saw Ye Di sitting listlessly on a stone behind her, along with Liang Yujun and Ding Yuanyuan, who also sat bored.

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She scratched her head awkwardly, “Um… sorry, senior, for taking up your spot and time. How about this, I…”

Ye Di’s eyes suddenly lit up. Is she inviting me to a meal?

“I’ll give you thirty yuan,” she said, with a pained expression as she dug out a twenty yuan note and another ten from her pocket, and then handed them over.

Ye Di stared at her, then at the two notes, without reaching out.

It’s just a few pieces of paper; thirty yuan could buy a stack. What’s the issue, is it too little?

Don’t forget, I also gave you a drawing for free.

In the end, Ye Di didn’t take the thirty yuan, but at least he got to know Song Jiawen’s name. What was disappointing, though, was that she wasn’t from the Art Institute.

But his disappointment lasted for less than two seconds before he cheered up. It didn’t matter which department she was from; as long as she was a student at Beijing University and shared a common interest with him, that was good enough.

….

Meanwhile, Song Jiawen and her friends, who had left South Square, went to a cool and quiet place to count their money carefully.

“A total of five hundred and eighty yuan. Come on, my treat for lunch. Let’s go eat,” said Song Jiawen cheerfully, feeling like she had found a way to make money upon her arrival, securing her living expenses for the future.

Sha Yali looked at her with admiration, “Earning a month’s living expenses in just one morning, that’s amazing, unlike us, we still have to ask our parents for money.”

Ding Yuanyuan nodded in agreement, “Exactly, I just realized today that aside from studying, I can’t do anything else, I don’t have any hobbies or specialties.”

Liang Yujun then asked Song Jiawen out of curiosity, “Why did you give senior Ye thirty yuan?”

Sha Yali and Ding Yuanyuan were also confused. It was clear to everyone that Ye Di was interested in her, he had willingly lent her his spot, so why would he want her money?

However, Song Jiawen thought seriously for a moment and replied, “Why give thirty yuan? Because I thought twenty was too little, so I gave him an extra ten, but I didn’t expect him to refuse it.”

Liang Yujun and the other two: ….

Thinking about last night’s conversation about age, she was only seventeen, alright, obviously still naive.

The four of them happily went to have a meal at the school gate and then returned to the dormitory for a nap.

They had to make up for the lost sleep these two days, as military training was starting in just another two.

It was said that military training at Beijing University was particularly strict, and after half a month, everyone would shed a layer of skin.

At three in the afternoon, the door of dormitory 303 was knocked on.

By chance, everyone had just woken up, and Sha Yali, who was closest to the door, opened it.

“Hello, is Song Jiawen living here?”

“Yes, come in, she’s inside. Jia Wen, someone’s looking for you…”

Song Jiawen rarely managed to fall asleep during a nap, and had just woken up. Hearing someone call for her, she turned her head groggily, only to see Zhu Jin and Yang Dan.

“Jiajia, you lazy bum, get out of bed.”

Yang Dan stepped forward and began tickling her, while Song Jiawen twisted away and grabbed Yang Dan’s hands, laughing and asking, “How did you two end up together?”

Yang Dan had been admitted to Beijing Agricultural University, which Song Jiawen was aware of.

When heading to Beijing, she had even considered asking Jiang Yan’s car to take her as well, but she later learned that her brother and sister-in-law were going to drive her, and there was a sister of her sister-in-law who needed to head to Kang City near Beijing for school. So she dismissed the idea.

After all, there wouldn’t be enough room for everyone.

Zhu Jin had just arrived that morning, and after her dad left in the afternoon, she happened to meet Yang Dan at the first-floor dormitory management office, who was inquiring about Song Jiawen. After talking, they realized that one was a former high school classmate of Song Jiawen and the other was a later high school classmate.

Both were high school classmates, practically family.

So she quickly brought Yang Dan upstairs with her.

“Zhu Zhen said that we should all have dinner together tonight, but he said that Jiang Yan went out and hasn’t returned yet. Do you know where he went?”

Zhu Jin still wore her braces, but her teeth looked much nicer compared to her buck teeth before.

“I know, I’ll take you guys to find him later.”

Then she said to Yang Dan, “After dinner, go back later. Is it far from here to your place?”

“Just seven stops away, not too far.”

The three chatted casually in the dormitory, while Liang Yujun and the others listened in shock.

Unable to help herself, Sha Yali asked, “Hang on, Song Jiawen, how many people from your school got into Beijing University?”

Was their school falling behind? While they only had her admitted this year, it seemed like the others had a whole bunch getting in.

“Our class alone had four.” The other two from her class that she didn’t know were automatically ignored.

“Four, and you think that’s few?”

Liang Yujun clicked her tongue in wonder. Did she really see Beijing University as an ordinary undergraduate college?