Chapter 442 — Remedial Measures
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Zhong Yongliang also wore a face full of misery. The grand, imposing confession spectacle he had gone to such trouble to plan yesterday had ended in a farce, which left him with a feeling of having anger he could not vent. The one who had wrecked the farce was Feng Xiaoxiao, and even if he had complaints, he did not dare voice them.
"What exactly happened yesterday? Weren't the firecrackers supposed to be hung on Wei Zhao's backside? How did it turn into Feng Xiaoxiao?" Zhong Yongliang had been given a warning and a demerit by Wang Zhifeng. He was no longer the nephew of a shareholder, but an ordinary self-funded student.
"Who knows? I only saw Feng Xiaoxiao sneaking over to Wei Zhao's side. I couldn't see clearly what happened after that either," Gao Xiaofu said, shaking his head.
"Damn it, such a good opportunity wasted. What a pity!" Zhong Yongliang was thoroughly displeased. He clenched his fist, then let it fall limply. "Graduation's almost here, and I don't know whether there'll be another chance..." "Brother Liang, I think that even though yesterday's business ended in a mess, your feelings were still expressed. Gu Mengyao ought to know how you feel by now, so the process doesn't matter—what matters is the result!" Gao Xiaofu analyzed. "Why don't you go ask Shen Yushu and see whether Gu Mengyao's heart has been moved?"
"That'll do, I suppose. That's the only way," Zhong Yongliang said with a nod.
"Little Liangzi, you wanted to see me?" Shen Yushu went to the meeting readily enough, because Zhong Yongliang had no designs on her—he only wanted to ask about Gu Mengyao.
"Heh heh, yeah. Xiaoshu, I'm really sorry about yesterday—I made a mess of it. What did Mengyao say afterward?" Zhong Yongliang asked cautiously.
"Sister Yao Yao? She didn't say much, but she seemed rather disappointed, like she thought it was all a bit pointless," Shen Yushu said, blinking, hesitating a moment.
"Ah, I know it must have disappointed her yesterday. But did she say anything about how it could be remedied?" Zhong Yongliang asked.
"Well, I didn't ask about that. Oh, right—I've been craving the fried mushrooms from the night market street!" Shen Yushu stretched. "I'll go buy fried mushrooms at noon first, and ask around for you later. Though I might just forget." "No, no, I'll go buy them. Fried mushrooms, is that all? I'll go!" Zhong Yongliang said hurriedly when he heard her. "Xiaoshu, just help me ask what remedies there might be."
"All right then." Shen Yushu nodded and went back to the classroom.
Over the years Zhong Yongliang had lost count of how many times Shen Yushu had used him as free labor, but there was nothing he could do about it—who else was as close to Gu Mengyao as Shen Yushu? Unless he kept Shen Yushu sweet and happy, there was simply no way to get any information about Gu Mengyao.