"Hey, that kid is so luxurious today? He actually ordered so many dishes."

The food Gu Cheng made surprised the canteen aunt.

Originally, he has a fat-prone constitution, the company has a nutrition management system, and he is not allowed to eat high-calorie dishes with money.

However, today he was a "wounded man" and issued a fake note, so he decided to make up for it.

Because the prescribed meal time has not yet arrived, the cafeteria is very empty. When Gu Cheng was looking for a seat, he saw a girl at a glance, who was healing himself in the afternoon.

He walked to the opposite side of the girl with a plate, and finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The girl's name is Quan Baoya, with a beautiful face and a slightly mature face than her actual age. Although she is not a standard face, she is full of vitality. She has a petite and healthy body, and her temperament reveals a gentle and jade-like tenacity, which makes people feel warm in their hearts when they look at it.

Quan Baoya’s dishes are obviously strictly managed by nutrition and are not very good. When he saw Gu Cheng’s “tonic recipe”, his eyes were a little envious.

While sitting down, Gu Cheng politely thanked: "Xiaoya, thank you just now. He also dirty your handkerchief. I will compensate you for a new one."

"You're welcome, I'm just resting, it's just a matter of raising my hands." Quan Baoya didn't take any credit, sat down a little, and waved his hands calmly and retiringly. "If you fall too much in your dancing, you're used to bringing sprays yourself - the faster the injury, the better it will be. When the doctor comes, you will miss the opportunity to reduce the swelling."

Gu Cheng insisted on thanking: "No matter what, I still want to thank you. I have something to ask you: Are you next to me when I fell and injured?"

"I was resting at that time. I only noticed that other classmates brought you over." Quan Baoya thought for a while, but didn't understand why Gu Cheng asked, but she still answered.

Gu Cheng thought about it, which means that the other party did not see the moment of the accident.

"So did you see anyone mopping the floor at the scene later?"

"Mopping the floor? Oh, it seems that Park Eun-ho was mopping it, saying that it was to prevent the sweat from being slippery on the ground."

As soon as Quan Baoya mentioned the name Park Eun-ho, a sinister and hated Chinese people immediately appeared in Gu Cheng's mind.

He almost immediately locked in the suspicion of this guy.

Park Eun-ho has been inconsistent with Gu Cheng. Last week, a rumor leaked from the company's management that a Chinese person might be added to this wave of HOT substitutes so that the group can try the waters of the Chinese market in the future. After that, Park Eun-ho was even more sarcastic to Gu Cheng.

What's more, does sweat smell like Vaseline? This is simply a sign of excitement!

"Hey, what are you thinking? The meals are splashing out."

Quan Baoya's words of slight anger interrupted Gu Cheng's distraction.

It turned out that his food was not clamped tightly, and it fell into the porridge bowl, splashed some soup, and was disliked by the girl.

"Ah, sorry, I was so confused just now." Gu Cheng hurriedly covered up and immediately tried to change the topic, "By the way, I heard that the company is going to arrange for you to debut, congratulations in advance. It's not easy to be so young."

Gu Cheng casually looked for topics, but it just hit Quan Baoya's weakness.

"I have difficulty in debuting. I am only in the 8th grade, so I will definitely not have time to go to school in the future."

The eighth grade of Dongyi is equivalent to the second grade of junior high school.

Gu Cheng felt a little sad and even more disgusted with industrial star-making. Such a young girl trains cruelly every day, which is even worse than the national system.

Besides, Gu Cheng also knew a little about Quan Baoya’s situation: the girl’s grades are pretty good. It is said that when she was in school, she occasionally got full marks in mathematics, and other classes were just average in 80 or 90 points, but the English difficulty was.

It’s so pitiful to want to read but cannot be obtained.

"You want to be a little bit better. No matter which path of life you choose, there is only one chance." Gu Cheng didn't know how to chat with girls, so he could only comfort him casually. "At that young age, if you practice dancing too hard, it's easy to grow taller. It's best to get a physiotherapy device after practicing every day to relax your muscles."

Quan Baoya has a good figure, but she is only in her early 1.5 meters. If her height is frozen, it may be a bit regretful.

Since someone helped him, Gu Cheng naturally hopes to repay his kindness.

"Really?" Quan Baoya was indeed quite concerned about this, and even the depression of not being able to experience campus life in the future was transferred.

"Of course, it's true." Gu Cheng explained casually, "You see, many girls in the gymnastics team are short. They are too intense when they were young, their muscle growth was advanced, and tendon tension restricted the growth of the leg bones."

In the eyes of future people, these are basic physiological common sense.

"Then, besides...well, what else should I pay attention to in the physiotherapy device you mentioned?"

"Of course, there are, for example, you should supplement your bone collagen with more diet; and if you go to bed late, you should pay attention to regulating your biological clock."

She tilted her head and thought, "Oba knows a lot, how to supplement collagen?"

"Well, just drink oxtail soup or something."

Gu Cheng spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he handed the soup of the big bone oxtail that he had not drunk in front of him to the girl's plate.

Quan Baoya felt disgusted: "Hey—that smell is not delicious."

"Don't worry, I haven't drunk it yet, and the dishes I just now didn't fall into this bowl - even if you thank you for the healing spray in the afternoon, I don't like to owe favors."

Gu Cheng said so, Quan Baoya thought to himself that he would dislike the other party's dirty refusal.

So, she slightly refused, but accepted it.

...

The two of them finished their meal while chatting.

Gu Cheng was about to pack up his plate when a group of trainees came in a noisy way at the entrance of the canteen.

It's time to have lunch.

A few boys with great eyes saw Quan Baoya at first glance.

Usually, Quan Baoya has finished eating this order. She is an artist who has already made her debut, and her work and rest time is staggered with everyone.

Today she chatted with Gu Cheng a lot, and she ate slowly before she collided with the large army.

Then, the eyes of those people naturally glanced at her and saw Gu Cheng.

Suddenly, several of the gazes became resentful.

That outsider actually dared to sit and have a meal with the goddess who had already made his debut, which was heartbreaking.

There are even a few gentlemen (HENTAI) thinking: It turns out that when a wounded person makes a leave note, his work and rest time can be the same as a goddess? Why is it not me who injured his leg in the afternoon?

Older people can still hold on to the air and watch the situation.

The young Shota is not so cunning.

A 12-year-old sissy little boy came over and asked in surprise: "Boyaoni, you...you and Senior Gu Cheng..."

"Just after chatting for a while, Senior Gu understood a lot." Quan Baoya said lightly, generously.

That was too dazed and had no intention of flashing people. Quan Baoya could only command with an unquestionable queen aura: "Zhilong! Why don't you go queue up to buy food! There will be no food again later."

Only then did Shota come to his senses and run away shyly.

But Quan Baoya's answer was heard by those who were interested: the subtext was very obvious. Just now, Quan Baoya was having a peaceful meal there, so it must be Gu Cheng who took the initiative to come up and chat with him.

Suddenly, the boys thought Gu Cheng was ill-hearted and wanted to hook up with the goddess.

There is nothing to be able to share the same hatred of the girls when watching them, but I just think Gu Cheng is brave enough.

"It's better that Gu Cheng and Quan Baoya have something to do. They have ruined Quan Baoya's reputation, and the company might just promote me..."

"And Gu Cheng is quite handsome, so tall and tough, with a unique flavor. No wonder, if I want to..."

Gu Cheng felt that the atmosphere was wrong and was too lazy to explain. He was neither humble nor arrogant and prepared to escape.

However, as he walked through the crowd, he saw a face that disgusted him - it was the framer Park Eun-ho.

When passing by Park Eun-ho, Gu Cheng could feel the other party’s resentment and guilt, which further deepened his impression.

When the two of them passed by, Gu Cheng whispered: "I want me to lose the election? You are still young."

"Boy, you...what did you say! You have already angered the public." Park Eun-ho replied with a smile on his face, not daring to act rashly.

...

After a "spiritual confrontation", when he left the cafeteria, Gu Mojie was basically convinced that Park Eun-ho was framed.

It is difficult for a 16 or 7-year-old boy to keep his flaws under his spiritual pressure - the slightest terror mixed in Park Eun-ho's resentful eyes is definitely not pretending.

Once the goal is clear, the rest is the problem of means. Gu Cheng’s roadmap for revenge has gradually become clearer.

It is not enough to guess, but evidence is needed.

For example, next time, find a private occasion, provoke and anger the other party, and then record the other party's words?

This trick is a bit cliché, but the success rate is probably quite high.

On TV in 2000, there were not many high-IQ police and gangster movies, and even some simple tricks of inducing confessions were not used inflated.

However, to do this, he had to buy a high-definition mini recorder first. This thing is not available in the electronics market.

"In 2000...even Taobao hasn't opened yet. By the way, there's E-BAY!"

Gu Cheng thought for a while and found a spare tire.

E-BAY's cash-on-delivery online shopping model has been operating in the United States for two or three years.

Moreover, last year, there was an American named Peter Thiel who created an email credit card payment tool PAYPAL.

If you are not familiar with PAYPAL, just understand that thing as "Rice Version Alipay".

Thinking of this, Gu Cheng looked at the sky. He had dinner early today, so he had not yet reached the time when the bank closed.

"Before it's still dark, hurry up and go to the bank to open a credit card online banking first."

He did it as soon as he said, and based on his memory, he ran to the nearest bank to open an online banking. Then he went back to the dormitory to activate the EBAY and PAYPAL accounts and tied up a credit card.

"Online payment in 2000 was really cumbersome. I didn't expect that the primitive people were still using this kind of thing."

Gu Cheng, who has long been accustomed to brushing retina, has never suffered from the crime of paying and having to input email verification codes. While fiddling on the dormitory computer, he couldn't help but complain.

After finally getting it done, Gu Cheng searched carefully on E-BAY and found a store selling high-definition recording pens.

That thing is a little expensive.

I can't bear to leave my child and can't get a wolf. Gu Cheng gritted his teeth and clicked to buy.

"Damn it! Logistics is expected to be delivered within one week? It's the original era!"

Gu Cheng was stunned and frustrated.

He knew that there were no small G logistics robots and drones in this era, but he did not expect that there was not even a courier company delivered the next day.
Chapter completed!