I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2790 - 1733: Reading Comprehension (Asking for Monthly Votes!)

"No need, Auntie, I really did brush."

Jiang Chen said, appearing to converse with Li Wanrong, but his gaze was fixed on Pei Yunxi.

He’s not that unhygienic.

Besides, whether he brushed or not, could she not feel it?

"What did you brush with?"

Pei Yunxi seemed genuinely oblivious.

Li Wanrong glanced at Jiang Chen, then her daughter, a bit puzzled about why they were suddenly fixated on brushing teeth.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Under the gaze of the audience, the male and female lead exchanged glances.

Indeed.

Smelly things wouldn’t grow legs and sneak into the room; toothbrushes don’t have wings.

Since Li Wanrong hadn’t helped deliver the toothbrush, did he really brush his teeth?

To prove his innocence and maintain his image, he gazed into those eyes that seemed ready to walk out of a scene at any moment. Jiang Chen could only explain:

"Didn’t I take it from your room?"

Language is a profound art, and Boss Jiang’s words are clear evidence, worthy of being included in the current high school literature exam as a reading comprehension piece.

The question—

How many layers of meaning are contained in these eleven words? Please elaborate separately.

Since it’s reading comprehension, it must be combined with context, linked to the situation at the time.

There are how many characters present at this time.

Three.

So this sentence has two listeners.

In summary, the problem-solving approach is undoubtedly clear; analyzing the layers of meaning from the perspectives of the two listeners surely won’t go wrong.

Firstly, starting with Li Wanrong.

Firstly, from this sentence, she can know that someone indeed brushed their teeth and is a hygienic young man.

Secondly.

He entered her daughter’s room with her daughter’s approval and consent.

Now let’s switch to Pei Yunxi’s perspective.

Did someone greet her?

Clearly not.

She was completely unaware.

Furthermore.

Does her room have a toothbrush?

No!

There seems to be one!

Even with her profound skills, Pei Yunxi, who was discerning the implied meanings, experienced a slight change in expression and so she immediately stopped being confrontational and shifted the topic:

"Let’s go downstairs."

Li Wanrong didn’t pause to think much, "Yeah, everyone is waiting."

Just as the three were about to leave the terrace, a vigorous shout suddenly rang through the warm sunlight.

"Bro—bro—bro——!"

Jiang Chen turned his head.

Outside the yard gate.

Only to see the delivery guy Zhao Fan, who he boasted about hotpot with last night, was vigorously waving at him, and seeing him turn around, a delighted smile instantly climbed onto his face.

Tsk.

Did he come to understand the charm of a top-rated pop star?

How did he end up chasing all the way here?

But.

How long has he been lingering below?

Did he see any parts unsuitable for children?

"Isn’t that Xiao Zhao?"

Pei Yunxi didn’t move, staying outside of view, while Li Wanrong walked to the edge of the terrace.

"What is he shouting about."

Li Wanrong was puzzled, not yet realizing her "identity" had been uncovered.

"He knows Yun Xi lives here."

Jiang Chen explained.

"—Ah?"

Li Wanrong’s heart tightened; they knew about their daughter’s popularity, and if their home’s information was exposed, life would never be peaceful again.

"It’s okay, Auntie, I’ll sort it out."

Boss Jiang’s calm voice held a reassuring strength.

This time Boss Jiang did not respond with a friendly wave and instead turned around with Li Wanrong, disappearing from the terrace, along with Pei Yunxi, who was not in Zhao Fan’s line of sight.

"Bro!"

Seeing him walk away directly, Zhao Fan panicked, feeling unwilling, and waved, shouted more vigorously, but to no avail.

In life, some opportunities only come once; if missed, they’re gone, like in some old song: some people, once missed, are gone forever～

No.

At such a sad moment, I should be serious, not joking.

"Bro——"

Zhao Fan’s expression showed pain, involuntarily gripping the grill on the iron gate, eyes obsessed, muttering, "Didn’t we agree to participate in a talk show together and team up as a CP?"

Indeed.

He regretted it.

If time could turn back, the Dust Combination, he would certainly agree.

Speed Express, stable, high welfare?

To hell with that!

"Yun Xi, my Yun Xi..."

He stared foolishly at the villa inside, like a prisoner desiring freedom.

Crazy?

Not at all.

Many fans are even more extreme.

Just wearing a Speed Express uniform to chase a star surely counts as using one’s position for personal gain.

Boss Jiang really didn’t come back out after all, because some were closer to him, and the villa had more important people waiting for him to attend to, truly last night, Zhao Fan was the one who tossed and turned restlessly, going back and forth, whole night without eye closure. As soon as he closed his eyes, he’d recall facing Pei Yunxi, and then the heart-wrenching, agonizing pain, suffocating agony that made him sit up to ease the pain, so it continued, cycled endlessly, until dawn.

Hence.

Clearly it was a three-person movie.

Why can’t he have a name?

"Bro, come out for a moment..."

Bearing distinct dark circles under his eyes, Zhao Fan was unable to control himself and pleaded into the air, leaving his delivery loaded cart aside, completely forgetting about his primary job.

"Tap tap."

Suddenly.

Someone tapped his shoulder.

As if collapsing onto the gate like mud, Zhao Fan instinctively turned around, and an unfamiliar male face entered his sight— crew cut, grey jacket, jeans, Martin shoes... from his frequent work dealings, he instantly determined that the other was not an easy person.

Before he could utter a word, he saw the stranger’s fingers rise to his lips.

"Shh."

Zhao Fan pulled himself together slightly, eyes showing confusion, tentatively asking, "Is there something?"

Clearly not Biluo Yunjian’s security—high-end communities have iconic uniforms, and he knew almost all the security guards here.

Could it be property management?

No.

Typically, property management must wear suits.

"You’re disturbing the peace."

The stranger’s tone calm, merely made a kind reminder, there was no hint of sharpness or anger.

"You’re a deliveryman, aren’t you? You aren’t delivering packages and are shouting here, don’t you care about your job?"

"..."

Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment; even though the other might be meddling, when out in public, it’s best not to clash with others, because you don’t know whether the person before you is a lunatic.

Especially in their kind of work, it’s even more high-risk, always adhering to the principle that happy ones should yield～

"I have a friend inside."

Zhao Fan, tortured with regret all night, calmed down slightly, explained while pointing into the villa.

The stranger remained composed, didn’t even glance at the villa, asking him, "Do you really have a friend?"

Alright.

Another reading comprehension.

Zhao Fan is a deliveryman, while also a serious college graduate from a second-tier school, and with memories of the kebab shop from last night surging back like tide, he fell silent.

I can make a call and bring Pei Yunxi here.

Proving.

The person wasn’t bluffing.

Didn’t even need to make a call.

From there, reasonable speculation could be drawn.

All they said at the time was likely true.

For example— "I’ve drunk with Brother Niu."

People cluster, things accumulate.

Those who live in this neighborhood wouldn’t be poor.

Knowing Pei Yunxi and being able to have her risk recognition by others, personally going to a kebab shop to pick someone up...

Such a person wouldn’t be someone like him, a delivery guy?

Zhao Fan found himself in a daze; the word "friend" could no longer be spoken.

His shoulder was tapped again.

The stranger glanced at the delivery cart left aside and the packages piled on it.

"Get back to work."

Zhao Fan returned to his senses, silent, looking at the other person.

"...Alright."

Not bothering to ask who the other was, turning away, at the same time, the delivery guy who hadn’t slept all night, seemingly dreaming, took a final glance at the mansion inside 6-6, with countless tangled thoughts, an expression incredibly complicated; eventually, all emotions transformed into an indescribable laugh.

"Hoo——"

He exhaled deeply, passing by the stranger, holding his cart, once more stepping onto the path of his life.