Time Traveling to 23 Years Later with My Ex-Boyfriend

6 (ii)

Hearing that the main event was about to unfold, Chu Qing also surreptitiously moved closer, pretending to casually glance at the card reader. Qi Weichen took out his ID card from his jacket pocket and swiped it on the machine before entering his password. As he input the password, the two onlookers respectfully averted their eyes, only to snap their gazes back as soon as the sound of button pressing ended—

Then they saw the digits: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands...

Qi Muyang stared at the six-digit number displayed on the card reader screen, his eyes gradually widening. After a while, another sound escaped his throat: "What the fuck?"

Chu Qing felt that once again, he had used a single phrase to summarize all of her feelings—

Holy crap! The 41-year-old Qi Weichen was so rich that he could casually give his 18-year-old self over a hundred thousand in living expenses, yet he was unwilling to give his former girlfriend a few hundred more each month for food! She had really misjudged him before, thinking he was generous. Now it seemed that even after more than twenty years, he was still holding a grudge over her initiating the breakup!

Qi Muyang's frustration at this moment was no less than Chu Qing's. After the initial shock, he asked indignantly, "Why do you have so much money?!"

"Is it a lot?" Qi Weichen asked in return.

Qi Muyang: "..."

Chu Qing: "..."

Qi Weichen didn't mean anything by it. After all, in 2042, ID cards usually held a person's entire savings, and his savings in 2019 were already several times this amount. So he genuinely didn't think there was anything surprising about it.

However, his words fell on Qi Muyang's ears as extremely arrogant boasting. Qi Muyang's sense of superiority was thoroughly shattered. Even as they returned to the classroom and sat down, he still wore a gloomy expression.

The physics teacher was spouting saliva at the podium, while Chu Qing was dozing off in the corner. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard the person next to her say darkly, "I'm going to make my mom divorce him."

Chu Qing's head nearly slammed onto the desk as she suddenly jolted awake. Hearing Qi Muyang's words, she was confused: "Divorce who? Your dad?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Why?" Chu Qing didn't understand.

Qi Muyang frowned, "There's no reason. We're just getting divorced."

Chu Qing: "..." This kid's brain really is broken.

She yawned, about to offer some advice as an elder to this post-2000s generation kid. But before she could speak, the class suddenly became restless. She paused and looked up, realizing the physics teacher had left and was now standing at the door chatting with their homeroom teacher. Next to them stood a boy with greasy hair who looked rather unkempt.

"Damn, why is he here? Boss, we're not going to be in the same class as 'Failing Grade' again, are we?" The sycophant grimaced as he spoke to Qi Muyang across the aisle.

A flash of disgust crossed Qi Muyang's eyes, but he said nothing.

Chu Qing grew curious: "Failing Grade? That guy outside? Are his grades that bad?" All she could tell was that his hair was very oily.

"He's always been first in our grade, from freshman to senior year. He's never ranked second," Chen Xiu, sitting in front of Chu Qing, turned and said. His eyes were full of envy when speaking of the boy's grades.

Chu Qing raised an eyebrow: "Then why call him 'Failing Grade'?"

"It's what he always says himself. Whenever someone asks him after an exam, he always says he failed. After a while, everyone just started calling him that," the sycophant chimed in, unwilling to be left out.