The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 97: Excessive Ambiguity, Nervous Hearts

Of course, these things are really great for a person like her; after all, having a big tree to lean on is like sitting in the shade. "Brother Huang, I really have to thank you for this matter. If it weren’t for your decisive action and fairness, who knows how badly I would have been squeezed out."

Wang Miaomiao’s eyes were full of admiration and gratitude. Oh... these were her most genuine emotions, not flattery. The fact that this issue was resolved so quickly and quietly on campus, and that all the rumors were suppressed, unable to resurface, was truly thanks to Principal Huang.

"No need to thank me; it’s nothing, just what I should do." Huang Zhizhong smiled squinting his eyes, hiding a glint of insight in them. This Lao Jiang has something going on...

Jiang Yan saw them chatting happily and felt a bit stuffy. That look in the young girl’s eyes was really... ugly!

"Alright, let’s eat. Lao Huang, is the food ready?" Jiang Yan turned around and walked into the house with familiarity. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Huang Zhizhong, as always, smiled cheerfully, "Yes, it’s ready, come on and sit down."

At the table, Huang Zhizhong and Jiang Yan were sipping some wine and chatting, while Cheng Xue was eating heartily. Wang Miaomiao, however, was more refined, eating while listening to their conversation.

The two were talking about the outside situation and policies, discussing family and the future...

Wang Miaomiao learned that Huang Zhizhong was also from Beijing. He was married with children, but his wife and kids didn’t come with him.

His eldest son was already at the age of marriage. His wife had called a few days ago to ask for his opinion, as the family was busy finding a match for him.

The younger son and daughter were attending school in Beijing. The educational environment there was good, so they didn’t come here to get disturbed, especially since he wouldn’t be staying here permanently. Who knows when he might get transferred.

He had only been the principal at Provincial High School for over a year. From the moment he arrived, he made sweeping changes, issuing a series of directives to shape the school into its current model.

Jiang Yan sipped his wine and noticed Wang Miaomiao mostly eating fish rather than meat. He casually searched through the big meat bowl and picked a few pieces to put in her bowl, all lean meat without any fat.

Having eaten together a few times, he noticed that this girl was very picky and wouldn’t touch any fat meat.

Wang Miaomiao was a bit flattered, "No need, I can do it myself."

"Hmm, at your Brother Huang’s house, no need to be polite." Jiang Yan put down his chopsticks and said.

"Yes, yes, no need for formalities." Huang Zhizhong’s eyes flashed with another glint as he smiled and agreed.

"Okay, fine." Wang Miaomiao’s cheeks slightly reddened as she responded and lowered her head to eat. Her mood was somewhat complex, with thoughts but not daring to think too deeply.

Huang Zhizhong observed their interaction, smiling with deeper meaning. He inadvertently locked eyes with Cheng Xue across the table, who winked at him, both understanding each other without words.

Jiang Yan watched her for a while, saw her focused on eating as if she didn’t plan to look up. He smiled with helplessness and indulgence and then continued chatting with Huang Zhizhong, "Any news on when you might leave?"

At this, Huang Zhizhong couldn’t help but frown and shake his head, "Not yet. But I estimate at most two years; even if they want to delay, there’s no way to explain it. The Huang Family isn’t that easily bullied."

Jiang Yan nodded, "Two years is just right. While you’re here, you can watch over these two girls for me. I’ll be at ease."

"What are you saying, am I a housekeeper for your family..." Huang Zhizhong retorted, "If I can go back sooner, I’ll definitely leave. One must take care of their own people. Be careful, or someone might steal them away while you’re not looking..." He added with an ambiguous expression.

Jiang Yan looked at the person focused on eating, sipped his wine, and smiled confidently, "Haha, don’t worry, what’s mine won’t get away."

The meal passed, Cheng Xue enjoyed her meal immensely, while Wang Miaomiao ate with a heavy heart.

Back in the dorm, after washing up, Wang Miaomiao climbed into bed and covered herself with a blanket, ready to sleep.

"Sister Miaomiao, what’s up? Are you not feeling well?" Cheng Xue asked worriedly from the bedside, as it was unusual for her to sleep this early.

Wang Miaomiao pulled down the blanket, her eyes a bit hazy, "No, I have an exam tomorrow, and I want to sleep early so I can be in good spirits."

"Oh yes, there’s an exam tomorrow. Oh dear, I better do some last-minute cramming and memorize my notes. You go ahead and sleep..." said Cheng Xue as she picked up her book, hastily finding the important points Wang Miaomiao had marked for her.

Wang Miaomiao closed her eyes, listening to the sounds in the dorm, her mind buzzing. She tried hard to empty herself, telling herself not to think... don’t think...

Time passed, and amidst the buzzing, she really fell asleep, thinking of nothing.

Since that morning conversation with Lu Xuemei in the hallway, she hadn’t seen her again, and Ren Caihong had become quiet. She gave up her position as class monitor and focused solely on her studies, reaching a state of mind where she ignored worldly matters and only read sage texts.

Zhou Hu was promoted to class monitor. He originally was a cool and aloof person who didn’t like to communicate or interact with others. Even now, though still somewhat cold and saying little, he actively and gradually started organizing class activities.

Time flew by another month, and the school’s learning atmosphere was quite good this month.

"Sister Miaomiao, hurry up..." Once again, it was the last Saturday of the month, and Cheng Xue urged excitedly.

This once-a-month trip home seemed like a day out, something she particularly looked forward to.

"No rush." Wang Miaomiao replied unenthusiastically, slowly packing her things, testing the waters, "Xiao Xue, don’t you think going home once a month is too little?"

"Why, do you want to go home every week?" Cheng Xue exclaimed with surprise, "That can be arranged. I can have my little uncle pick us up every week. Don’t worry, he’d be more than happy."

"No, I don’t." Wang Miaomiao quickly denied, being alarmed. Every week would be too much; she’d rather not even have him come once a month... "I was just asking you. If you find school boring, you can have your little uncle come to pick you up without worrying about me."

"There’s nothing fun at my little uncle’s place. If you don’t go home, what’s the fun in it? I just like hanging out with you." Cheng Xue had visited the plant where Jiang Yan worked, found it had no peers to play with, and it was quite boring. "Besides, even if we don’t go home, we can still go out in J City on Sundays and have a feast at a restaurant. It’s pretty good..."

On Sundays, the two never stayed in the school dormitory all day long. Nowadays, Wang Miaomiao could even draw some comic strips on a small table at night. In fact, she exceeded her monthly four comic books quota. With that, they had more time to wander around. Through their persistent exploration, they had thoroughly familiarized themselves with J City, its streets, and alleys. Even the black market was discovered by accident.