Chapter 4: A 210-Month-Old Baby Is Still a Baby (Please Support)

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Trolls and snipers?

Jiang Wanyi took a moment to understand what that meant.

Young people’s metaphors are just that direct and vivid.

Chen Yuan quietly stepped back, and Jiang Wanyi followed him into the living room.

“Have some cola; it’s nice and cool.”

Chen Yuan didn’t refuse. After working so hard, he was indeed thirsty.

“Thank you so much for your help today. I definitely wouldn’t have managed without you.”

Jiang Wanyi sat nearby, brushing back her hair. “Since the baby was born, my mom and the nanny have been taking care of him. I barely got involved, plus work has been busy, so there wasn’t much time for childcare.”

“Your child is over eight months old now. Haven’t you gotten used to it yet?”

“Ever since the baby was born, my mom and the nanny have been looking after him. I hardly ever took care of him, and with work piling up, my time with the baby was even less,” Jiang Wanyi explained. “A few days ago, the nanny’s son had a baby, so she became a grandma and can’t work anymore regardless of pay. My mom has been taking care of the baby for over half a year, but her health isn’t great now, so it’s up to me.”

Now Chen Yuan understood why Jiang Wanyi seemed so inexperienced—it turned out she had been a hands-off manager.

“But you seem to know a lot.”

Jiang Wanyi sized Chen Yuan up. “You look about eighteen or nineteen?”

“Yeah, I’m 18 this year.”

“At 18, you should just be starting university. How do you have so much childcare experience?”

“Well...” Chen Yuan pondered a reasonable explanation, “I worked part-time as a domestic helper over the summer and attended a lot of training courses, so I learned quite a bit...”

“You’re really impressive, learning so well just from training classes.”

Jiang Wanyi sincerely praised him, then took out her phone. “Because of the baby, you didn’t eat properly. What do you want? I haven’t eaten either. Let’s eat together.”

“No need for formalities. The baby’s asleep, and I don’t have anything else to do, so I’ll head out first.”

With that, Chen Yuan stood up, put on his shoes, and headed for the door.

“Um...”

Jiang Wanyi hesitated, wanting to say something.

“What is it?”

“Can I add you as a friend? I’m basically a newbie now, so if I run into problems, can I ask you?”

“Sure.”

Chen Yuan took out his phone, and they added each other.

“Wait a moment.”

Not letting him leave immediately, Jiang Wanyi hurried back to the master bedroom and came out holding two hundred yuan in cash.

“There’s a baby at home, so I can’t give you a ride. Take a taxi back.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t need it.”

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Chen Yuan had already put on his shoes and opened the door before Jiang Wanyi could stop him.

Helping others is a pleasure. Since he chose to help, demanding a reward would be wrong, especially since he had already received a tip.

Outside the community, Chen Yuan took the bus back to school, scrolling through his phone to pass the time.

“APT, APT...”

“Everyone, remember, I’m Hui...”

“New Range Rover, extended edition, now priced at 1.73 million...”

His phone’s ads were outrageous—three tasks earned him 600 yuan, and now it was pushing extended Range Rovers.

“Those silver-handed folks...”

Damn.

On the bus, zero-frame attacks come out of nowhere.

He turned off his phone and looked out the window at the trees rushing by.

Chen Yuan felt this situation was absurd—completely absurd.

A pure 18-year-old college boy like himself was being made a babysitter!

He didn’t want to be so direct; he still hoped to take the winding, muddy path in between. He hadn’t even experienced the subtle nuances of women yet!

Chen Yuan was from the north, preferring salty tastes.

After five bus stops, he arrived at his university—Zhonghai University of Science and Technology.

During the long National Day holiday, most students went home if they weren’t too far away, but with so many nearby colleges, the local businesses around campus remained busy despite many leaving.

Earlier, he had left halfway through his meal at the noodle shop, now feeling half-hungry and planning to buy something else to fill his stomach.

*Ring ring ring—*

His phone rang. It was his roommate Sun Pengnan.

“Boss, when are you coming back?”

“I’m here already. What do you want to eat?”

“Two hand-grab pancakes, add bacon, one bottle of cola, no coriander.”

“Okay.”

Because of his class schedule, he had no classes yesterday afternoon. Since he had a phimosis problem, he had gotten a circumcision.

The reason was simple: he wanted to experience a passionate college romance but feared it would affect his future performance, so he decided to get it done early and face some challenges.

As the only two students left in the dorm during the holiday, Chen Yuan naturally took on the job of buying food for him.

“Three hand-grab pancakes, all with bacon. Two without coriander.”

Chen Yuan hadn’t eaten enough and planned to buy one for himself.

Business wasn’t booming during the holiday, so buying three at once made him a big customer. The auntie was very enthusiastic.

With some free time, Chen Yuan went to the nearby fruit stall, planning to buy half a watermelon to take back.

The old man smoking a cigarette saw Chen Yuan approaching and immediately called out to him.

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“Five yuan per jin, guaranteed sweet.”

Chen Yuan picked half a watermelon—just the two of them, and without a fridge, any leftovers would be wasted.

After buying the watermelon, he returned to the hand-grab pancake stall.

The pre-made dough and synthetic bacon took only a few minutes to prepare three “Songyang High School” sets.

“Um... can I exchange this watermelon?”

Just as Chen Yuan was about to leave, a pleasant voice came from beside him.

He turned his head and saw a very pretty girl standing by the watermelon stall.

She wore an off-white long skirt reaching her ankles, paired with white sneakers and a simple black short-sleeve shirt. Her clean oval face and fair, delicate features made the other fairly attractive girls around look like extras.

She was truly beautiful.

Instinctively, he thought she probably wasn’t from his school—more likely from the nearby Normal University or diagonally opposite Medical University.

After all, those places had more girls.

“What do you want to exchange?”

The watermelon stall owner’s tone was less friendly than with Chen Yuan when facing the beautiful girl.

Their goddess could captivate a city with a smile; such innocent university girls weren’t their type.

“This watermelon’s weight isn’t right...”

Chen Yuan glanced at his watermelon. Had he been ripped off?

“Hey, hey, young lady, don’t talk nonsense. What’s wrong with it?”

“You said this watermelon weighed eight and a half jin, but I weighed it when I got home, and it’s only seven and a half.”

The girl’s voice was low, and her tone less forceful, which was understandable—girls are shy, and just coming to argue was already impressive.

[System task: Your baby is a bit timid. Help her resolve the issue of the watermelon being underweight. Reward: 400 yuan cash, memory boost 5%.]

[An eight-month-old baby is a baby, and a 210-month-old baby is also a baby.]

What the heck?

Is this for real?

Chen Yuan turned and went to the small supermarket behind the stall to buy a bottle of cola. When paying, he said,

“Brother, can you help me weigh this watermelon?”

The small shop sold fruit and had an electronic scale.

“Just put it on,” the owner said.

“Six and a half jin.”

He had been shortchanged by a whole jin.

Damn it. When Qin Shi Huang unified weights and measures, did they leave this guy out?