Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1921 - 1922: Female Intellectual Youth Passerby 64

Chapter 1921: Chapter 1922: Female Intellectual Youth Passerby 64

Zhang Yu could tell from someone’s exuberant expression that they were in a great mood.

Zhang Yu, too lazy to speak, continued to look at the other person.

Eventually, Wang Yan couldn’t help but speak up, "I heard your dad is seriously ill and in the hospital."

Zhang Yu responded with a quiet "mm," and continued to watch the other person.

Wang Yan was driven half-mad by Zhang Yu’s lack of reaction, "What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you say something? Your dad is sick!"

"My dad is sick. Why are you so excited and angry?" Zhang Yu remained calm, "Or are you just here to enjoy the spectacle?"

Wang Yan did have these thoughts, but with Zhang Yu’s directness, could she admit it? "I know there’s a lot of misunderstanding between us. Um, um, can I come in?"

Originally, Wang Yan wanted to say something more, but having skipped both lunch and dinner, her stomach was rumbling uncontrollably.

Zhang Yu glanced at Wang Yan, "You haven’t had dinner, have you? My family doesn’t have food either."

"And it’s just my brother and me at home right now. If you came in and later said my brother did something to you, it would be hard to explain." In a previous life, Wang Yan hadn’t done this, but who knows what she might do now.

Wang Yan hadn’t expected Zhang Yu to say something like this about her and was quite angry, pointing at Zhang Yu, "You, how can you say such things?"

"Is that how you see me?" Wang Yan was so mad her face turned red.

Even though it was late and winter, with many people already in bed, news of a commotion at the Zhang Family’s house spread quickly, and people came out to see what was happening.

Soon, the corridor was filled with people, and those who arrived late stood on the stairs.

"Wang Yan, do I really need to explain if you’re that kind of person?"

"Do you think just because we’re not on the farm, you can do whatever you want without anyone knowing your past?"

"It should be known that a lot of intellectual youth are coming home for the holidays, and I’m sure some would be interested to hear how you’re back at my house looking for trouble."

"What, wasn’t my behavior on the farm obvious enough?"

"I’ve really tried to keep my distance from you whenever possible, but if it can be avoided, I really don’t want to know you," Zhang Yu watched Wang Yan continually rub her stomach.

"What, you didn’t bring a hundred pounds of rice back from the farm? How can you still be hungry?" Zhang Yu knew the things Wang Yan had taken from the original owner’s family were mostly used for her family.

Her own money, along with these things, resulted in her family from the Wang Family treating her well.

This time, without being able to profit off the original owner, even if she’s thrifty, she now has to buy a lot of things, let alone send money back home each month. Even the gifts she brings home for the New Year, she scrimps and saves on.

Zhang Yu didn’t ask Wang Yan what exactly she bought, but judging by what she brought home, it was mostly just a hundred pounds of rice and some worthless things, unlike the large quantities of goods in the previous life, like it came from a Heavenly Bag.

"I, I..." Wang Yan felt like Zhang Yu saw right through her, but no matter what, she would never admit it, "No, I just left in a hurry..."

"You’re still sleeping on the floor under the dining table when you go home, with a quilt underneath. It must be cold in the winter, right?"

"You can’t even stretch your legs." Zhang Yu stared at Wang Yan.

"A single quilt. Cold..." Wang Yan said reflexively. She didn’t know how she’d gotten through the nights; it really was freezing.

"You mean that’s where you sleep, but your parents can still let you go hungry?" Zhang Yule couldn’t help but laugh, "Wang Yan, if you’re not getting enough to eat, why come to my house?"

"Do you think, given how you’ve continuously plotted against me on the farm, I’d still give you food?"

"But seriously, weren’t you quite fierce on the farm?" Zhang Yu looked at someone, puzzled, "Anyone who dared bully you wouldn’t be let off."

"So why are you so cowardly back home?" Zhang Yu looked bewildered, "But if you’re cowardly, that’s your problem."

"Whose days aren’t hard these days, who has a lot of grain?"

"Nobody’s getting enough to eat, and these days if you visit someone, you bring grain or food coupons." Zhang Yu raised her voice.

The onlookers nodded, "Right, right."

"Who has plenty of grain these days?"

"Yeah, I know everyone thinks the grain I brought back is a lot, but I’ve got to give something to my grandparents for New Year’s, and since my dad is sick and has a bad stomach, he needs to eat fine grains. Whose family has surplus?" Zhang Yu knew that if she relented today, starting tomorrow, countless people would come claiming they were hungry and putting on a show.

Each month’s rations aren’t all fine grains; there’s a mix.

The onlookers were watching to see what Zhang Yu would do. If she let her classmate in to eat today, then they could refuse to feed their own children and send them to knock on the Zhang Family’s door pretending to be pitiful.

They knew Zhang Yu and Wang Yan had a good relationship and had helped each other out a lot in the past.

But who would’ve thought Zhang Yu would stubbornly refuse to let her classmate eat and articulate it so well that they couldn’t argue against it?

"Moreover, Wang Yan, your home also has a hundred pounds of rice. You really aren’t short of food. You come to my house saying you’re hungry; what pity are you pretending to have?"

Zhang Yu stared at Wang Yan suspiciously for a long time, "Wang Yan, you didn’t sell that rice, did you?"

Even though Zhang Yu spoke vaguely, everyone present caught the implication, and chimed in, "Right, if you’ve got a hundred pounds of rice, what’s the need to pretend to be pitiful at someone else’s house?"

"Exactly. If I had a hundred pounds of rice, I wouldn’t do this."

"The price of rice over there must be high now."

"Of course it’s high. When has anything over there been cheap?" Even if people didn’t say it out loud, they all knew to buy things over there, especially food.

"The closer to the Spring Festival, the more expensive it is."

"A hundred pounds of rice can be exchanged for a lot of money." someone exclaimed.

Zhang Yu remained silent, just watching Wang Yan’s eyes darting around. In the previous life, with the original owner as a sucker supporting her, Wang Yan willingly helped her family and would complain about her parents’ favoritism to the original owner.

Without such a sucker helping this time, it’s easy to guess someone’s inner rage is even stronger.

Even if the dormitory environment isn’t great, with no stove, at least there’s a bed. No need to sleep like a dog under the table; the choice is obvious.