Chapter 101: Frail Little Su

Regarding the planning of the music festival, thanks to the family background of a certain Shanghai heiress, the sponsors were very generous.

In one sentence: Money is no issue, we won’t interfere, you do whatever you want.

This made the External Liaison Department’s work much easier—they barely had to do anything, just help out the other Student Union departments.

All of this was thanks to Xiao Su. Without her, Jiang Linyuan wouldn’t have realized that even as the client’s side, they could stand their ground so firmly for once.

But speaking of Xiao Su, he hadn’t seen much of her lately. Time to check in.

Jiang Linyuan sat in the classroom, pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Su Muzhi:

“Xiao Su, the school’s music festival is coming up soon. Got any clever plans for me to win over Shen Wanyu?”

Su Muzhi replied after a moment:

“A music festival, huh? Hehe, from what Jiang-classmate is saying, does that mean you’re really good at singing?”

“Hehe, back then, Jiang-classmate wasn’t worth paying attention to yet.”

Su Muzhi seemed tired of typing, so she called him directly via video.

Jiang Linyuan put on his Bluetooth earbuds and answered.

Her smiling face instantly appeared on the phone screen:

“Are you in class?”

In a classroom, if you’re not in class, are you hanging yourself?

Jiang Linyuan ignored her question, studying her expression as he frowned:

“Where are you? Why are you still lying in bed? You don’t look too good either. You’ve got that ‘Aunt Flo came and never left’ look.”

“Hehe, this is a place Jiang-classmate, as a country bumpkin, could never afford to visit in his lifetime.”

Su Muzhi gave a faint smile.

There she goes with the regional discrimination again! Just because you’re a rich heiress, you think you’re something special?!

That was just Su Muzhi’s way. Whenever there was something she didn’t want to talk about, she’d get aggressively defensive.

Hehe.

“Xiao Su, can’t you say something nice for once?”

“I can’t say nice things, but a nice person like me is talking to you right now. Isn’t that enough?”

Su Muzhi flashed an incredibly confident smile.

“If your face looked a bit better, I might agree with you.”

Jiang Linyuan said.

“Hehe, why doesn’t Jiang-classmate try guessing where I am?”

Su Muzhi shifted the topic again, pulling it back.

“A hospital? Looks like a pretty high-end one.”

Jiang Linyuan didn’t see the signature blue-and-white sheets, but Su Muzhi’s condition definitely looked like she should be in one.

“Hehe, wrong guess. It’s a nursing home.”

Su Muzhi slowly sat up straight, still wearing a smile:

“Looks like Jiang-classmate and I don’t have that much tacit understanding after all.”

A nursing home?

Jiang Linyuan froze for a moment, then put on a devastated expression:

“Xiao Su, don’t go dying on me, okay.”

“Hehe, I’m not like Jiang-classmate—unable to die, just living on to make people laugh.”

Su Muzhi sneered:

“It’s just from that night climb up Purple Mountain. I was too tired, and I just need some rest to recover.”

“Xiao Su, don’t pull that tragic heroine act. I won’t discriminate against you for being sick.”

“Hehe, the way you express concern is truly annoying.”

Su Muzhi closed her eyes, looking bored:

“I’m not hiding anything. It’s just simple physical weakness. I’ll be fine after some rest.”

Seeing Su Muzhi’s expression and sensing she wasn’t lying, Jiang Linyuan finally relaxed.

If Xiao Su had some congenital condition and taking her mountain climbing had made it worse, he would’ve felt guilty for life.

He’d ask the Vice Principal about it later.

“Let’s talk about the music festival. You called—surely it wasn’t because you’re obsessed with me and specifically came to check on me?”

A faint smile returned to Su Muzhi’s face.

“Xiao Su, you’re a patient. Just rest well and stop worrying so much.”

Jiang Linyuan said, not continuing the conversation.

After hanging up, he sent another message:

“65xxxxxxx445, Baby. This is my bank card. The PIN is six zeros. Go ahead and swipe it. Buy yourself something nice.”

【Hehe】: “Did you set the PIN based on your balance? You muddy-legged country bumpkin from the sticks.”

Hehe, Xiao Su seemed spirited enough. Probably no need to worry anymore.

Now to see if Dragon King Vice Principal could shed some light on the situation.

Staring at the Vice Principal’s contact on WeChat, Jiang Linyuan had no idea how to start.

“Uncle, is Xiao Su sick or something?”

That tone sounded like a provocation—not good. He’d probably get minced into meat paste.

What about a different angle? Approaching from a student’s perspective might be better, using a topic to lead into Xiao Su’s situation.

Yeah, that’s the plan!

“Vice Principal, I hope you can strictly crack down on certain situations happening in our school lately.”

“I’ve been putting up with this for over a year now. The specifics are: every time there’s class, some person stands at the front, walks back and forth, yells and shouts, fiddles with the computer, and doodles on the blackboard! The classroom is a place for us to study! I hope the Vice Principal will investigate this thoroughly!”

Jiang Linyuan sent the message, feeling quite satisfied. With an opening like that, the Vice Principal would definitely reply.

Sure enough, just two minutes later, the Vice Principal responded.

“Jiang Linyuan, is there any possibility that the person you’re describing is the teacher?”

“Even if it’s the teacher, it shouldn’t affect the students’ learning!”

The Vice Principal stared at the chat history on his phone, his mouth twisting in anger.

That little brat! Looking for trouble, are you?! You better pray you don’t end up on my panel for your graduation defense!

“Just kidding, Uncle. I wanted to lighten the mood, bridge the age gap. We’re friends across generations.”

Who the hell are you calling friends across generations with?! Don’t think I don’t know you took my daughter up Purple Mountain!

You sneaky little pig trying to steal my cabbage—you haven’t even waited for New Year’s before wanting to get thrown into boiling water?

The Vice Principal typed back coldly:

“Hmph. What do you want to say?”

“Is Xiao Su doing okay lately?”

Looking at the message, the Vice Principal replied:

“She’s doing great. If you hadn’t taken her mountain climbing, she’d be doing even better.”

“Uncle, give it to me straight. What’s really going on with Xiao Su?”

The Vice Principal hesitated for a moment, then finally told Jiang Linyuan:

“There’s nothing seriously wrong with Muzhi. It’s just some aftereffects from an accident when she was little. Her stamina’s not good.”

“Honestly, taking her mountain climbing wasn’t a huge deal. But after her mother found out, she got a bit nervous and sent her to the nursing home.”

Auntie Shaqima! So it’s your fault again!?