Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 232

The next morning, John Qin got up from the bed and shouted for class, which made the three guys in the dormitory look confused.

"You actually go to class, are you bragging?"

"I've been away from the people for too long. It's time to return to class." John Qin rolled up his trousers.

Charles Cao looked at him carefully: "Why are the dark circles under your eyes so heavy? Did you have insomnia last night?"

"No, I slept well."

Joe Zhou said as he got out of bed: "Brother John, you didn't fall asleep yesterday, right? I heard you tossing and turning, as if your body was on fire. You woke me up several times."

John Qin chuckled and became intermittently deaf.

You guys are talking about your Brother John and it’s none of my business, John Qin. Does it mean that he can’t sleep because I have insomnia?

John Qin grabbed a handful of pistachios from the table and stuffed them into his pocket, then dragged F3 in the dormitory to have breakfast, and swaggered to the teaching building.

Classes 3 and 4 were in class again, and many people gathered in the lecture theater. They all looked surprised when they saw John Qin, and some even looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Let me go, can I still see John Qin in my lifetime?"

"I thought he dropped out of school."

"Didn't he drop out of school?"

"I didn't fail the class, so why should I drop out?"

"He attended half of the classes last semester and skipped half of the classes. Even if his attendance rate didn't fall below the red line, would he still be able to pass the exam?"

"There are four people in their dormitory, but Zachary Ren, who doesn't often skip classes, failed."

"My God, is John Qin a genius?"

"The genius is Nancy Feng. He is number one in his profession. He has one-on-one private tutoring behind closed doors every day. It's hard to even fail the exam."

"I understand. It turns out that whether you fail or not has nothing to do with skipping classes. It has to do with whether you have a girlfriend or not."
Facing whispers from all directions, John Qin stepped into the classroom and instantly took a look at the cute and aloof Nancy Feng.

He touched his nose and remembered that he didn't bring his coat today, so he planned to sit in a different position to avoid being disobedient on his cell phone, but unexpectedly, Gao Wenhui raised his buttocks and vacated the seat next to the little rich woman.

Damn it, what’s there to be afraid of if you’re an innocent and good friend?

John Qin also had a lot of energy in him, and he had the courage to challenge himself and break through the limits, so he sat over with great power.

Seeing this scene, the little rich woman's eyes brightened, and she proactively and obediently put her soft little hand into John Qin's.

What can a female college student wish for? Isn't it just going to class with the big bear, and then secretly holding the little hand or something.

"You can actually come to class?" Gao Wenhui felt surprised.

John Qin looked at her coldly: "Nonsense, if I don't go to class, won't my shower be in vain?"


John Qin kneaded the little rich woman's soft and fragrant hands, and remembered that when he took a shower yesterday, the image of Nancy Feng's little butt sitting in his arms suddenly appeared in his mind.

Because of this, he didn't sleep well all night last night. When he closed his eyes, he looked like a hateful little rich woman.

"Nancy Feng, you are a little devil."

"I'm not." Nancy Feng retorted with a groan.

John Qin wanted to punish her severely, so he peeled off a pistachio and fed it into her little mouth: "If you are a little devil, you will feel happy after eating it."

Feng Nan Shuqing looked at him coldly: "John Qin, I'm not happy at all, but I want to have another one."

I'll just pamper you. John Qin sighed in his heart, peeled off two more and fed them to her.

Seeing this scene, Gao Wenhui was more excited than a cat that had sucked catnip. She was so excited that she took a photo and planned to show it to the instructor after class.

It was only during this semester that she found out that the instructor Daisy Hongying was also a knock-knock expert, and she also liked knocking on Nancy Feng and John Qin.

Gao Wenhui feels honored to have the same goals as the instructor.

But Daisy Hongying was busy and didn't have much time, so Gao Wenhui often took photos of her.

The team of knock experts has grown step by step.

"Do you still want to eat?"

Nancy Feng pursed her lips: "I still want to eat."

John Qin took out his pocket and found that it was empty: "No more, so I grabbed a handful and you ate them all. I'll punish you next time."

"Don't panic, there are still five minutes until class, I'll go buy it!"

John Qin watched Gao Wenhui rush out of the classroom like a hunting dog, his face full of bewilderment.

But he quickly thought of another thing. He looked around for a week and found the location of the Golden Flowers of Finance Class 3. Then he took out a contract from his bag and walked over.

Song Qingqing had agreed to invest in the dumpling recipe some time ago, but John Qin had been busy outside and the matter was relatively unimportant, so the contract matter had been delayed until now.

It just so happened that today was an auspicious day for John Qin to attend class, so he brought the contract over.

Seeing John Qin coming towards them, the Golden Flowers from Class Three who were leaning on their chairs instantly became dignified.

John Tian tugged on her clothes and straightened the wrinkles. Song Qingqing smoothed her hair and tucked the loose strands behind her ears. Even Jian Chun straightened her collar and straightened the bow at the collar.

This has nothing to do with admiration, but subconsciously wants to show the best image to the male god whom I admire.

Zhuang Chen felt sour in his heart as he watched from the side, and clenched his back molars unconsciously.

"I was so busy the past few days that I almost forgot to sign the contract. This is a shareholding agreement. Take a look at it and sign it if you think it's appropriate."

John Qin sat on the empty seat opposite and placed the contract in front of Song Qingqing.

"Oh, what a good man."

Song Qingqing picked up the share purchase agreement, her eyes bright, and the girls next to her also gathered around, with longing and envy in their eyes.

After signing, you can get two to three hundred dividends every month, which may be doubled in the future. Who is not confused by this?

Especially the four big words [Share Purchase Agreement] on the front page of the contract simply filled the ceremony.

"What kind of contract is this? Are you still buying shares?"

After all, Class 4 and Class 3 are not the same class, and there is a considerable lag and gap in information transmission.

Therefore, the students in Class 4 were full of questions after seeing this scene.

"John Qin invested in a restaurant and used Qingqing's recipe. John Qin asked her to directly invest in the restaurant, and she can get a share of more than 300 yuan every month, with no upper limit."

John Tian has been the class monitor for a semester, and often goes to the student union to help with work, and has a strong ability to speak in public.

"Every month? Is there any limit?"

Jian Chun bit her lower lip and couldn't help but say: "This is only the second option. If Qingqing chooses the first option, she can get 50,000 yuan directly."

John Qin glanced at John Tian and Jian Chun and wondered why these two girls had the same problem as Lao Cao, they both liked to pretend to be second-hand.

At the same time, the students in Class 4 all showed envious expressions, and their eyes on John Qin became much more complicated.

Many people in the School of Finance know that he started a business at the beginning of school, and also know that Zhihu and Pintuan belong to him, but these things are far away from them and sound illusory.

But when someone profits from John Qin's existence and continues to profit, this feeling makes people jealous.

People in Class 4 have never had a good impression of John Qin, and some boys even hate him.

Nothing else, just because he took away the best Nancy Feng.

But now think about it, except for someone like John Qin who has the ability to make trouble, who can be worthy of Nancy Feng's stunning beauty?

Are you bad at studying? What's the use of birds?

Very handsome? Can it be eaten?

Or from the student union?

Don't forget, there have been rumors in the School of Finance that Zhu Feng wanted John Qin to be the next president, but they all rejected it.

"Have you finished reading?"

"I've finished reading." Song Qingqing nodded.

John Qin suddenly took the contract over and said, "After reading it, forget it. I don't plan to cooperate with you anymore."

"ah?!"

"To be honest, my store isn't very profitable. I'll give you 3,500 a month, which is a bit of a loss. Just think I'm bragging."

John Qin picked up the contract, stood up and returned to his seat, squeezing the little rich woman's soft little hands, calling her a little devil over and over again, making Nancy Feng look aggrieved.

The people surrounding Song Qingqing looked at each other in shock and took a long time to react.

Damn it, he regretted it?

Isn't this person too shameless? Are you going to leave if you don't cooperate? There is no such person.

You either don't say it, but since you have said it, how can you regret it? The conscience of college students directly makes them feel that they cannot accept it.

"Haha, I know that any cooperation is fake. John Qin just wants to use Song Qingqing to create an opportunity for himself to show off. That is, you, so innocent, believe his lies."

Zhuang Chen instantly showed a look of disdain, as if he had already sensed the opportunity, and his few words were full of disdain.

"Well, Lao Zhuang is right. It's too shameless to turn your back on someone. I've never seen such a shameless person. If you have the ability, don't say it. If you say it but can't do it, you'll laugh to death."

Zhang Guangxu couldn't help but echoed, his eyes full of contempt.

Zhuang Chen felt so happy to be echoed that he immediately said proudly: "Song Qingqing, I suggest you to believe in everyone else's words from now on, no matter how handsome the male god is, you won't lose face just to show off."

"Yes, I will listen to Zhuang Chen from now on. Although he doesn't make as much money as John Qin, I can just treat him to dinner if he says so."

"Old Zhang, what you said is too serious. You don't have to listen to me. The main thing is to keep your eyes open." Zhuang Chen snorted coldly.

After the words fell, John Tian and Jian Chun were stunned for a long time. They pursed their lips for a long time, feeling at a loss in their hearts.

Could it be that John Qin really just wanted everyone to know that he was rich and engaged in investment, so he deliberately used Song Qingqing as an excuse to show off his wealth? This is too speechless.

"Qingqing, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"real?"

"I just feel like I missed out on a hundred million."

Song Qingqing's eyes were red. She lay motionless on the table and emo'ed for the whole class. During this process, she kept looking at John Qin's back, but the other party didn't even look back.

But just when there was only one minute left before the end of get out of class, John Tian suddenly handed over his cell phone.

Ask Song Qingqing to come to the fire escape after class...John Qin

Seeing this scene, Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and Jian Chun was also stunned for a moment, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. Then the three of them struggled to hold it in until the end of get out of class, and immediately hurried to the fire escape.

Zhuang Chen felt very strange when he saw this scene. Was he going to the toilet? But the toilet is in the opposite direction.

He was thinking about Jian Chun, so he couldn't help but follow them. He was even more confused when he found that they had entered the fire escape.

But before he could ask, John Qin walked in with the contract. He handed Song Qingqing a pen and asked her to continue signing.

Song Qingqing was dumbfounded. She really couldn't understand what the male god was doing, and her eyes became extremely blank.

"After publicly discussing this matter in the cafeteria last time, I thought about it and felt that it would not be good for too many people to know about the investment. After all, the wealth should not be exposed."

"Three hundred and five hundred a month is not much, but it has been spread by others. What should I do if people often come to borrow money? Can you refuse?"

"If you don't give it, your reputation will definitely not get better in the future. Being squeezed out is very minor. If you give it, it's basically like a meat bun beating a dog, because the borrower will think that you have it every month and there is no shortage at all. It doesn’t matter if you don’t pay it back.”

"So what you just said starts at 300 and has no upper limit. It's too arrogant. If word spreads, it will easily cause trouble."

"After signing the contract, save the money, buy a gift for your parents, buy yourself nice clothes, take your friends out for a dinner, and then just pretend that nothing happened."

John Qin said a few words casually, causing the three girls present to open their mouths slightly, finally understanding what he just meant.

They really only cared about showing off to the people around them before, and didn't consider the impact it would have if the news spread. You know, borrowing money is a very common thing in universities, and there are many examples of borrowing money and not repaying it. Even if Song Qingqing is likely to be jealous if she doesn't borrow money, because girls themselves are relatively jealous creatures.

So when John Qin went back on his word in public, he just told others that the cooperation was not achieved and the money was not received, which directly eliminated the possibility of causing trouble.

The male god is not only full of details, but also elegant and powerful in his heart.

The three people looked at each other, their hearts beating wildly, and even their cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.

Of course, what John Qin didn't tell them was that he was also afraid of being famous and afraid of being strong. He would stand out as little as possible and lead his classmates to make money. He was too arrogant and could easily be targeted. It was better to be cautious.

"Mr. God, I've signed it, and I won't tell anyone in the future."

"Well, it's best to keep silent and make a fortune."

John Qin accepted the contract and returned to the classroom, planning to go back and continue punishing Nancy Feng by feeding her cries with pistachios.

At the same time, Zhuang Chen, who was leaning against the wall, remained silent, feeling as if he had been slapped. He huddled in the corner, feeling sour inside.

Why? Why can he get compliments twice for one thing?

It was obvious that he suddenly regretted his actions and walked away like a clown. Moreover, he also said something sarcastic about himself, yet he could still turn around? From a man who doesn't keep his word to a man full of details?

Zhuang Chen was madly jealous, but he couldn't help but put himself in John Qin's place, imitating his accent in his heart and picturing Jian Chun's expression in his mind.

Damn, it feels so good...