Chapter 5 Who Is the Rich Second Generation
Early the next morning at 6:30, Xiao Bing crawled out of bed to make breakfast. Her older brother was an exam candidate this year, so breakfast had all fallen on her shoulders.
But when she got to the kitchen, she found that Lu Yuan had already been busy for quite a while.
“Bro, please spare me!” Xiao Bing begged while brushing her teeth. “I don’t want to eat noodles!”
Xiao Bing absolutely hated the food Lu Yuan made, because he only knew how to cook noodles—and he often forgot to add salt. She would rather cook herself.
“I didn’t make noodles.”
Lu Yuan brought over a plate with three golden-brown fried pancakes on it.
Xiao Bing stared at them suspiciously. They looked like they might taste good, but she didn’t dare take a bite.
“Bro, did you learn some dark cuisine online?”
“Heh.”
Lu Yuan gave a contemptuous smile, not even bothering to answer such a stupid question.
In his previous life, Lu Yuan had indeed been a failure. He was poor, with no house, no car, no wife, no abilities—struggling at the very bottom of society.
But when it came to cooking, Lu Yuan really didn’t lose to anyone.
Because in his past life, he had been a cook.
Surprised? Not a special forces soldier, not a miracle doctor, not an antique appraiser—but a greasy roadside stall cook covered in oil fumes.
Even if he couldn’t compare to Michelin three-star chefs, feeding a little girl like Xiao Bing was more than enough.
“Just eat. If it’s not enough, there’s more.”
“I don’t want to eat even one!”
While they were arguing, their dad had also finished washing up. He immediately noticed the pancakes on the table.
“Oh? What kind of pancakes are these?” Lu Wenkai picked one up and took a bite. “Huh, there’s egg inside? This tastes really good!”
Only then did Xiao Bing feel reassured. She picked one up, took a bite—and then said nothing, just kept stuffing her mouth full, chewing nonstop.
Lu Yuan noticed her eyes getting brighter and brighter.
“Bro, you’re amazing! What’s this called? I’ll learn it someday.”
“Egg-filled pancake.”
“Huh? Never heard of it.”
“You’ve never even heard of egg-filled pancakes? Did school fry your brain?”
Lu Wenkai quickly finished the pancake in his hand, then grabbed the packed clothes from last night and prepared to leave. He needed to stay at Jiangzhou First Hospital for several days to take care of someone.
Xu Yongmei wasn’t in a hospital in Ningcheng, but at Jiangzhou First Hospital. Ningcheng was a prefecture-level city under the Jiangzhou region, about a two-hour drive away.
“Dad, wait a second.”
Lu Yuan found a lunchbox, packed several egg-filled pancakes into it, then put it in a plastic bag and handed it to his father.
“Bring some for Mom. Heat them up in a microwave at the hospital.”
“Okay!”
Lu Wenkai’s nose felt a little sour. His son had grown up.
But he was a man of few words, not good at expressing his emotions. So he just nodded and left the house.
Lu Yuan watched his father’s back, thoughts swirling in his mind. When he turned around, he saw Xiao Bing rubbing her hands pitifully.
“Bro, I accidentally ate your share too. You won’t blame me, right?”
Lu Yuan burst out laughing.
“If you want more, I’ll make it again tonight.”
“Okay!”
After that, Lu Yuan grabbed his schoolbag and left.
Today was Saturday, but third-year high school students still had classes. Xiao Bing, being in her first year, didn’t have classes, but she had to go work at Shiweixuan after nine.
When grabbing his keys, Lu Yuan saw Xiao Bing’s homework notebook on the table. He glanced at it and saw written in the name column: “Lu Youbing, Class 5, First Year High School.”
Youbing? So it really is “Little” Bing. Finally learned her full name.
Ningcheng No.1 High School, Class 2, Third Year
After putting down his schoolbag, Lu Yuan began scanning his classmates while trying to recall who among them was a rich second-generation kid. Although it was unlikely he could borrow such a huge sum from students, for his mother’s sake, he had to try.
After looking around, he really couldn’t remember anyone. High school students were relatively simple—most didn’t care about such things. Only after entering society did everything revolve around money.
“Ma Jin, are you a rich second-gen?” Lu Yuan casually asked his deskmate.
But the moment he spoke, he regretted it. This guy was even poorer than him and often borrowed money from him.
Ma Jin put down his collector’s edition math book, his expression complicated.
“Lu Yuan, I didn’t expect you to see through me so deeply.”
“Fine, the three-year deadline has arrived—I’ll come clean.”
“I am the hidden world’s richest man, the king of the underground world! With just one command from me, a hundred thousand soldiers outside the school will immediately welcome the Dragon King’s return!”
Lu Yuan scratched his head helplessly.
“Ma Jin,” he said as someone who had been through it, “there are only 34 days until the college entrance exam. At least read some books, okay?”
“Aren’t I reading?” Ma Jin waved the collector’s edition math book in his hand.
Lu Yuan gave up. This guy was hopeless.
The guy in front, Chen Shihe, heard the conversation and chuckled. He turned around and said, “Lu Yuan, are you counseling Immortal Ma again? He’s about to ascend—you’d better not delay his cultivation.”
“Yeah, yeah, my bad!”
“Oh right, Lu Yuan, are you applying to Xiuda University? Your grades are decent.” Chen Shihe changed the topic.
“I’m still thinking about it. The 20,000 yuan application fee is too expensive.”
Zhou Xiyun at the next table leaned over when he heard this and complained, “Yeah, it’s just for registration—basically daylight robbery!”
As soon as Zhou Xiyun spoke, Lu Yuan remembered this high school buddy. They had been close back then.
Later, Zhou Xiyun got into university while Lu Yuan failed, and their circles drifted apart until they lost contact.
“I heard from someone from the previous class that this application fee includes the cost of testing True Yuan, so it’s expensive,” Chen Shihe said, showing off his information.
Lu Yuan’s ears perked up—“True Yuan,” another term he had never heard before.
Chen Shihe continued, “They said the True Yuan test at Xiuda University is different from the hospital’s—more precise—so it costs a lot more.”
“Did your friend get into Xiuda?”
“Of course not. Didn’t only Wang Hao from our school get in last year?”
“What was your friend’s True Yuan?”
“He said 115 Ling.”
“115 isn’t low. Last year’s admission threshold was only 112.”
“Maybe his written test score wasn’t high enough.”
“Yeah, the written exam counts for 30%. It’s not just about True Yuan.”
“Oh right, Zhou Xiyun, what’s your True Yuan?” Chen Shihe suddenly asked.
Faced with this question, Zhou Xiyun looked troubled. After a moment, he said quietly, “I tested 108 at the hospital two months ago. The doctor said if I adjust well, it might increase a bit.”
108 Ling didn’t meet last year’s threshold. Zhou Xiyun was quite conflicted. It wasn’t low enough to give up, but not high enough to have much hope either.
“I’m only one or two points higher than you,” Chen Shihe comforted him. “Last year was a small year—this year might be a big year. The threshold might drop a bit.”
“I’ll try. What about you, Lu Yuan? What’s your True Yuan?”
“Me? I haven’t tested.”
Lu Yuan said he hadn’t tested, but thought to himself: I don’t even know what True Yuan is, and you guys are discussing it so enthusiastically—it’s awkward. I don’t care about True Yuan right now; I just want to know who has money!
“You should test it before applying, just to have a reference. 20,000 yuan isn’t a small amount,” Zhou Xiyun added, knowing a bit about Lu Yuan’s family situation.
As they talked, the math teacher walked into the classroom. Everyone returned to their seats, and class began.
With just over a month left until the college entrance exam, the lessons were all review sessions. Lu Yuan listened for a bit and found that he could still understand it.
But his attention quickly shifted. He finally remembered someone in the class who was a “suspected rich second-generation”—the class monitor, Jia Xuanxuan.
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