Chapter 169 Little Sweetheart

Shi Qingqing calmly attended her class.

With Zhang Xiaotu sitting beside her—a thoroughly familiar face who sold a vote every single day without fail—she wouldn't have to worry about failing to find these people's new accounts...

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Qingyuan Academy.

Inside the Platinum Classroom.

The seating arrangement remained unchanged, with Zhan Su sitting in the very last row.

His black-suited bodyguards stood scattered all around him.

Rong Ruizhe, seated in the front-left, was absent, while Shen Mingxuan, seated in the front-right with his shock of golden hair, was laughing and chatting animatedly with the female students...

"Young Master Shen, are your schedules quite empty lately? You've actually come to school," remarked a wealthy heiress.

"I'm busier than a bee, but to gaze upon sweet little things like you, I simply have to carve out the time." Shen Mingxuan flashed a flirtatious wink, captivating a circle of young girls.

Everyone admitted to Qingyuan Academy wore a platinum school badge.

Not a single person in the entire class came from anything less than immense wealth or nobility.

They were all young masters, scions, and heiresses...

"Young Master Shen, stop spouting nonsense. Gaze upon us? We'd believe it if you said you were gazing at Young Master Zhan. In our class, only Young Master Zhan has come to school every single day for the past two weeks, and Young Master Rong has also shown up quite often. Both Young Prince Gu and you, Young Master Shen, are terribly busy folks. Unless it's exam season, you're practically ghosts."

"Ha, Zhan Su? You want me to look at his frozen-block face? Thanks, but this young master swings straight; I only like adorable, cute girls like you!"

Shen Mingxuan had a honeyed tongue that could charm the dead back to life when he turned on the charm.

The cute girls all flushed with rosy cheeks. "Young Master Shen, your concert is coming up. Could you spare a few tickets for me?"

"Little sweetheart, how could you be so cruel to my heart? How is it that you haven't bought tickets to this young master's concert in advance? Could it be that you don't like me anymore?" Shen Mingxuan put on an exaggerated, wounded expression.

His golden hair, paired with his theatrical gestures, made the teacher lecturing up at the podium twitch an eyelid.

That's right, there was still a teacher giving a lecture on stage.

And this rascal was openly flirting with the girls right down below!

Unable to bear it any longer, the teacher called out a female student's name and asked her to stand up and answer a question.

Having no one left to play with, Shen Mingxuan trotted over to the back row and stood before Zhan Su.

"Tell me, why didn't that angelic little miss appear at the gates of Qingyuan today? Should I go look for her?"

Zhan Su was looking at the laptop on his desk and completely ignored him.

Shen Mingxuan was already accustomed to Zhan Su's attitude.

He tilted his head on his own to peer at the laptop screen, which displayed the school forum's interface.

"Huh? What the heck is this calligraphy competition? The school administration supposedly deployed hackers to intercept red-packet vote-buying? Sounds rather interesting!"

Shen Mingxuan was frequently away from the school and out of touch with campus current events.

The post was marked with a bold red tag. Anyway, he was currently so bored he was about to doze off. He had tried flirting with the girls, but they proved too fragile to tease, and he had even incurred the teacher's disapproval.

Since Zhan Su wouldn't pay him any mind, he might as well browse the forum.

However, Zhan Su unceremoniously reached out and pushed his head away with one hand.

Shen Mingxuan pulled out his own phone. "Hmph, if you won't let big brother look, big brother will look on his own."

He unlocked his phone, and within a few minutes, he had read through the entire sequence of events from beginning to end.

"Whoa, this hacker is insanely badass! Could it be you? As the dignified Crown Prince of the Zhan Corporation and our nation's little prince, you actually stooped to interfering in such low-brow activities? Snatching ten-yuan red packets—is it really that fun?"

Zhan Su still maintained a pensive expression, as though deep in thought.

Shen Mingxuan reached out and waved his hand in front of Zhan Su's eyes like a spiritual medium trying to summon a soul, waving twice. "Zhan Su, I haven't seen you in a few days, but I never expected you to be reduced to such poverty? Have all the subsidiary corporations under your command gone bankrupt? Come, come, hang out with big brother, and I'll arrange some minor extra roles for you so you can earn some pocket money?"