Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right?

After they left the internet café, Zhang Jingdong turned to Hu Ling and the others and said, "Just follow my car later."

Then he got into his own Land Rover together with Liu Yang.

Hu Ling was a bit annoyed, but once Zhang Jingdong pulled out onto the road, she still deftly worked the controls and followed along.

After about ten minutes, the two cars stopped one after the other on the street in front of the "Sister Zhao Chili Oil Wontons" shop on East Street in the county.

Getting out of the car, Hu Ling glanced at the signboard and immediately hesitated a little. "Didn’t you say we were having a big feast?"

Zhang Jingdong said breezily, "Whether it’s a feast or not doesn’t depend on how fancy it is, it depends on how good it tastes. Let me solemnly introduce: this is the best breakfast place in our whole county."

Hu Ling was stunned for a second, then turned to look at Song Yunshan. "Really?"

Song Yunshan nodded. "Their chili oil wontons are indeed very good."

Zhang Jingdong laughed. "Great minds think alike. Come on!"

The four of them went into the shop. Since it was only a little after five, there wasn’t a single customer inside, and they casually picked a table in the middle.

People’s memories of good food are the deepest.

So even though he hadn’t been here for a long time, Zhang Jingdong still didn’t look at the menu and just said directly, "Sister Zhao, could you bring us four bowls of wontons, four baskets of steamed buns, and then one mixed veggie stir-fry and one hot-and-sour shredded potatoes."

"All right..."

Not long after, all the food was served, and the four of them started eating and chatting.

Watching the way Hu Ling was contentedly enjoying her food, Zhang Jingdong couldn’t help saying, "Classmate Hu Ling, how is it? Tastes good, right?"

Hu Ling took another sip of soup before replying, "...It’s okay, I guess."

"Just ’okay, I guess’? This is the delicacy that Classmate Song Yunshan back then would risk being late for just to finish eating!"

Song Yunshan was eating happily when she was suddenly called out, and for a moment she was a bit confused. "You... who said that?"

Zhang Jingdong glanced at Liu Yang, then said, "I didn’t hear it from anyone. I saw it myself with my own eyes."

"Really? When? How come I don’t remember?"

"First semester of our second year of high school... should’ve been December. I remember it was very cold that day, and you were wearing a blue down jacket."

Now Song Yunshan started to kind of believe him, because she did indeed have a blue down jacket.

"...Okay, maybe that really did happen... but I don’t recall seeing you here back then."

Zhang Jingdong shrugged. "Even if you had seen me, you definitely wouldn’t have remembered me. Back then you were the acknowledged great beauty of our school, and I was just some random nobody in the background."

"At the time, lots of us guys knew you liked coming here for breakfast, so we all developed the habit of coming here for breakfast too."

"Then one time I overslept, and I was going to be late for school, but I couldn’t resist the lure of the food here, so I still came for breakfast as usual—and ended up running into you."

"I thought to myself, since even you, the big school belle, aren’t afraid of being late, then I definitely don’t need to be afraid either."

"Oh right, after you finished eating that day, maybe because you knew you were going to be late, you were a bit anxious, and when you went down the steps you slipped and almost fell."

After hearing that last sentence, Song Yunshan thought seriously for a moment, then said, "...I kind of remember that now... but... did you really see me that day?"

Inside, Zhang Jingdong tensed up, because he’d actually heard about this from Liu Yang before, but out loud he said, "Of course. Otherwise how could I remember it so clearly?"

Song Yunshan said hesitantly, "But I already knew who you were by then. If we’d run into each other that day, there’s no way I wouldn’t remember you at all."

Zhang Jingdong deliberately said, "How could you have known me back then? At that time our two classes weren’t even in the same building."

That was when Song Yunshan noticed the faint evasiveness in Zhang Jingdong’s eyes, and she immediately said, "I already knew about you in the second semester of our first year of high school!"

"In the midterm exams of our first year, you ranked twenty‑third in the whole grade, and I also ranked twenty‑third. Our scores were exactly the same."

At those words, even Zhang Jingdong was stunned, because he had absolutely no memory of that.

"...Really? I honestly don’t remember that at all!"

It was rare for Song Yunshan to see Zhang Jingdong looking so lost, so she said, "I still remember at the grade assembly when they were giving out awards, you were wearing a black T‑shirt with Bruce Lee’s face printed on it."

This time, Zhang Jingdong was completely shocked. "I really do have a T‑shirt like that."

On top of his surprise, Zhang Jingdong noticed the faint smugness in Song Yunshan’s eyes, and immediately said, "So you’ve been paying attention to me since way back then!"

Clearly, Song Yunshan hadn’t expected Zhang Jingdong to suddenly throw out a line like that, and her face flushed bright red in an instant.

"I... you... we’re classmates after all. You remember things about me, of course I remember things about you too. What’s so strange about that."

Zhang Jingdong nodded meaningfully. "Fair point!"

Then, for some reason, all four of them stopped talking.

But luckily the food here was genuinely delicious, and they were all eating with gusto, so the atmosphere didn’t feel awkward at all.

After they finished breakfast, Zhang Jingdong said to Song Yunshan, "You can treat us this time. For us to have breakfast on the tab of you, the recognized school belle of No. 1 High, that’s something all the boys in No. 1 back then wouldn’t even have dared to dream about!"

Although Song Yunshan was extremely shy, she had already agreed to it earlier, so she shot him a faint sideways glance, then turned and went to pay.

Out the shop door and down the steps, Zhang Jingdong turned and asked, "Do you have any plans this afternoon?"

For some reason, Song Yunshan felt it wasn’t quite right for her to answer him directly just then, so she simply turned to look at Hu Ling.

Hu Ling said on purpose, "Why? Got something in mind?"