Mu Changge's face turned cold on the spot.
"If you have money, hire an aunt through an agency. The infirmary doesn't provide such services."
With that, she turned and walked away, the hem of her white coat brushing past the edge of the hospital bed, leaving a faint scent of oranges in the air.
Su Mu leaned against the hospital bed, watching her back as she opened the door, not surprised in the least.
If a monthly salary of ten thousand could win over the Iceberg Campus Belle, then she wouldn't deserve the top rating given by the system.
And her development progress wouldn't still be at 0%.
He called out to the high ponytail about to disappear through the doorframe, "Senior, I'll keep the position open for you for a week."
Mu Changge's steps paused for half a beat, then she decisively closed the door behind her.
She walked to the corner of the corridor, slowing down only after confirming that the infirmary door was completely out of sight.
Leaning against the wall for a couple of seconds, she took out her phone to check her bank balance: 312.4.
The student loan wouldn't arrive until the tenth, and her cafeteria part-time wages wouldn't be settled until the end of the month.
Her sister Xiaoxiao was also about to take the college entrance examination, and they were still short on this week's tutoring fees.
Mu Changge turned off her phone screen, extinguishing that absurd number and the ridiculous proposal along with it in the darkness.
No, it's impossible.
In the infirmary, after seeing the Iceberg Campus Belle leave, Su Mu shifted to a more comfortable position on the hospital bed.
He casually opened his dad Su Jianguo's WeChat chat.
As expected, Comrade Su Jianguo's messages were always a beat slower than his mom's.
Because he had to make sure Chen Xiulan wasn't peeking before sending a message.
A voice message popped up sneakily, Su Jianguo's voice lower than a mosquito's buzz.
"Son, did your mom send you money? Can you lend your dad five hundred?"
There was a two-second pause.
"Your mom's been imposing economic sanctions on me lately, even confiscated my fishing rod. I haven't been to the reservoir in three days, and my hands are itching."
Su Mu's mouth twitched.
His dad had two hobbies in life: fishing and being chased by Chen Xiulan.
And these two hobbies often happened simultaneously.
Because every time Su Jianguo secretly bought a new fishing rod home, Chen Xiulan would chase him three streets with a rolling pin, yelling that the fish he caught weren't worth as much as the rod.
Su Mu typed back: "Dad, five hundred is too little, I'll transfer you two thousand. Buy something nice, stop coming back empty-handed."
The moment the transfer notification popped up, Su Jianguo's second voice message exploded, at least ten times louder than before.
"Two thousand?? You gave me all your dating funds, what about you!"
"With a handsome face like your son's, do I need money to date?"
Su Mu almost burst out laughing.
He genuinely wanted to transfer more to his dad, but he knew too much money would be hard to explain.
If he directly transferred a few million back now, Comrade Chen Xiulan would be on a high-speed train to Shanghai by tomorrow, rummaging through his wardrobe and interrogating him about joining a pyramid scheme.
This kind of thing couldn't be rushed; it had to be done slowly.
He put away his phone, ready to lie down for a bit longer, when the door was pushed open again.
This time, it wasn't the orange scent of the Iceberg Campus Belle that rushed in, but a pungent aroma of sauce.
The sauce aroma of Braised Chicken.
The smell arrived three seconds before Wang Hao did.
"Suzi! Chicken soup is here!"
Wang Hao came in carrying two takeout bags, his face tanned red from military training, dripping with sweat, but grinning from ear to ear.
Su Mu glanced at the receipt stuck to the takeout bag: two large portions of Braised Chicken with Rice, with extra intestines and tofu skin, totaling forty-six yuan.
Wang Hao's monthly living expenses were just over a thousand, and this meal alone took out a twentieth of it.
Su Mu felt this buddy was truly loyal, just a bit cheeky with his words.
The two sat by the hospital bed eating, Wang Hao complaining about how perverse the military training instructor was.
Su Mu listened to his rambling without responding, until Wang Hao veered onto that age-old topic again.
"Oh right, during military training today, Senior Wanqing passed by the sports field."
Wang Hao's chopsticks paused mid-air, his eyes lighting up.
"She had her hair in a low ponytail today, wearing a white T-shirt, looked really pretty, like she was walking with the wind."
"And then?"
Su Mu took a bite of chicken.
"Then she didn't even glance at me and just walked away."
Wang Hao's tone plummeted from the peak to the valley faster than a bungee jump.
Su Mu chewed his food and glanced at him, "Did you know her before?"
Wang Hao swallowed his food, speaking softly:
"She was a senior from our high school who got into this university. She came back once to give a recruitment talk, and I applied to this school because of her."
"How long have you been pursuing her?"
"Strictly speaking, I haven't started pursuing her yet, just been following her Moments for two years."
Su Mu looked at Wang Hao's tanned face and saw an unhideable, silly obsession.
He put down his chopsticks and took out his phone.
"What's your Alipay number? Let me support you a bit."
Wang Hao, mouth still full of food, mumbled a string of numbers.
He knew Su Mu's family ran a restaurant and had some money, thinking Su Mu was going to split the Braised Chicken bill with him.
At this point, he hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.
A regular second-generation wealthy with a monthly allowance of ten thousand might just give a few hundred to a broke friend.
But Su Mu's daily allowance was a billion, and he had already verified with his dad.
This money was indeed his to spend freely without restrictions.
Then Wang Hao's phone rang.
Wang Hao looked down, the piece of chicken held by his chopsticks suspended mid-air for a full three seconds without moving.
Balance change notification: 100,000.00 yuan received.
He turned off his phone and reopened it, the number was still there.
He logged out of Alipay and logged back in, the number was still there.
A hundred thousand.
A full hundred thousand yuan.
"Damn???"
Wang Hao made a sound no normal human should make, his pitch soaring from baritone to dolphin.
He didn't even notice when his chopsticks fell to the ground, holding his phone with both hands, his expression just short of having his eyeballs pop out.
"Su Mu, where the hell did you get a hundred thousand yuan???"
His voice was so loud it echoed through the entire infirmary.
Su Mu reached out and pressed down on his big mouth, "Can you keep it down? The whole building knows now."
Wang Hao's face turned red, lowering his voice to a whisper, but that whisper was even more eerie:
"Did you get a sugar mama? Did you sell yourself? What did you do, bring your buddy along!"
"My family got relocated."
Su Mu didn't even blink, the words came out naturally.
A billion a day is a thousand ten-thousands.
If Su Mu wanted, he could give ten thousand to everyone he met at school, and even then, he wouldn't be able to spend it all.
So for someone like Wang Hao, who truly clicked with him and didn't forget to bring him a meal, he didn't mind lending a hand.
Wang Hao was stunned for a moment at Su Mu's words, then slapped his thigh in sudden realization.
"I knew it! Isn't your hometown county developing a new district or something? I saw a news article about some county relocating entire villages, each household getting several million!"
Honestly, even Su Mu didn't know about this.
"No wonder your mom sent you so much living expenses today, look at your phone case, it's cracked and you haven't changed it. You must not be used to the life of a rich person yet, right?"
Su Mu thought Wang Hao was really wasting his talent not being a screenwriter, his ability to close the loop with self-imagined logic was unbeatable.
"Alright, alright, keep the money."
Su Mu finished the last bite of his meal and wiped his mouth.
"Buddy, no matter how much money you have, it's yours, I shouldn't take a penny."
Wang Hao paused, his tone a bit guilty. "But... Senior Wanqing recently posted on Moments about wanting a new phone, can you lend me ten thousand first?"
"I'll transfer the remaining ninety thousand back to you, and I'll slowly pay back the ten thousand after I find a part-time job."
After saying that, he immediately became wary, lowering his voice: "By the way, did you tell anyone about the relocation?"
He glanced towards the door.
"Don't go around talking about it, this kind of money easily attracts envy."
Su Mu looked at him, greedy but not avaricious.
After the excitement, he immediately considered his friend's safety, essentially an honest person.
But this kind of simp thinking, willing to eat instant noodles himself just to spend on a woman, was really frustrating.
"Keep the hundred thousand, just for bringing me to the infirmary today and buying me Braised Chicken out of your own pocket."
"I, Su Mu, recognize you as a friend, and I don't lack this bit of money. Just make sure you win over the senior soon."
Su Mu paused, his tone becoming serious.
"But there's one condition."
Wang Hao immediately sat up straight: "You say it."
"No simping."
Su Mu said it lightly, but he wasn't joking.
He looked Wang Hao straight in the eye.
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"Doing whatever she says, in the end, you'll spend money and break your heart, and get nothing."
Wang Hao was stunned for several seconds, then slowly nodded: "I got it."
Su Mu didn't say more.
But he thought of the posts he had seen on the campus forum before, the Four Campus Belles of Shanghai University weren't simple characters.
Among them, Zhang Wanqing, the Minister of External Relations in the Student Union, had the most "gossip," and with Wang Hao's level, it might be a bit challenging.
But that was a matter for later, no rush.
The two left the infirmary, the midday sun heating the corridor to a scorching temperature.
They ran into Lin Zhiyue, the class belle.
Speaking of her "class belle" title, it had actually been unanimously decided in the boys' dorm on the first day of school.
On the day of registration, she had "gotten lost" with her suitcase at the welcome point, looking bewildered, and some senior had taken a candid photo and posted it on the school's confession wall.
Just with a clear side profile, she had instantly become a sensation among the new students.
Now, she wore a full set of makeup so exquisite it seemed to glow, and even after morning military training, her makeup remained flawless.
Su Mu thought the technical skill involved was enough to apply for a patent.
She was accompanied by two classmates, the three of them chattering about something.
Lin Zhiyue glanced at Su Mu as she passed, smiling as a greeting, but her gaze lingered on his phone with a cracked screen for half a second before naturally returning to her conversation.
"Did you hear? Someone drove an Audi A6 to school for military training, parked right by the sports field, and I heard he's a bit handsome too."
The three laughed and walked away.
After they left, Wang Hao muttered quietly, "That car belongs to Zhao Zixuan from the neighboring class. It's already spread among the boys this morning."
Su Mu listened, casually responding, "Whether it's an A6 or A7, it's just a car."
He had just gotten his driver's license over the summer, almost failing the second test, but he got it in the end.
Now with a billion in his account, he couldn't just ride a shared bike around campus every day.
Su Mu patted Wang Hao on the shoulder: "Help me ask the instructor for a leave for the afternoon military training, say I have heatstroke and need observation, I have something to do outside."
Wang Hao patted his chest: "No problem, leave it to me!"
Half an hour later.
Su Mu stood at the entrance of a Porsche Center three subway stops away from the school.
Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows, several display cars gleamed under the spotlights.
A few female salespeople in dark professional suits stood at the entrance, one tall and slender, looking down at her phone, a ticket clip tucked at her waist.
Su Mu wore a camouflage T-shirt and shorts from military training, with a pair of eighty-yuan mesh sneakers.
With a billion in his account, even if his shoes were only forty yuan, he walked in this place with full confidence.
Meanwhile, in the university cafeteria kitchen.
Mu Changge, wearing an apron, was slicing potatoes in the prep area, her knife skills sharper than the cafeteria auntie's.
An auntie nearby called her to help at the serving window, and she nodded, wiping her hands on the apron.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, a message from her sister Mu Xiaoxiao.
She glanced at the screen.
"Sis, Second Aunt came to our house again today and had another fight with Mom."