I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 42 - 0 Art originates from life

42: 042 Art originates from life

42: 042 Art originates from life

“Where’s Jin Jin?”

Seeing Li Shuru come back alone, Guo Ran, who was immersed in a TV series, asked absent-mindedly.

“She’s still recruiting new members.”

Li Shuru sat in her chair with a restless mind.

“This must be the climbing club’s busiest recruitment ever, right?

How many people signed up?”

Guo Ran teased while chasing after the Mary Sue Korean drama playing on her computer.

But Li Shuru acted as if she hadn’t heard and gave no response.

Guo Ran turned around curiously, noticing that the other looked preoccupied.

“Shu Rui, what are you thinking about?”

Coming back to reality, Li Shuru’s gaze fell upon her computer screen.

The familiar trope of a rich CEO and a naive sweet heroine in Korean dramas was something Guo Ran had seen countless times, and she never tired of them.

Li Shuru’s curiosity was piqued.

She looked at Guo Ran’s face and asked nonchalantly, “Ran Ran, I have a question for you.”

Guo Ran nodded, “Go ahead.”

“A college student competes with a rich second-generation guy for a girlfriend.

Bearing a grudge, the rich guy seeks someone to teach the college student a lesson.

But the man the rich second-gen guy hires not only fails to deal with the student, but he also ends up stabbing himself in front of him.

Why do you think that is?”

Guo Ran, baffled, took a moment before asking in confusion, “Shu Rui, is that college student a friend of yours?”

“No.”

Li Shuru quickly denied.

“Then is it…

one of those brain teasers?”

Li Shuru was silent, then explained, “It’s just a story I saw online.”

“Oh.”

Guo Ran didn’t think much of it and started to ponder.

Although the story was rather nonsensical and incomplete, all the ludicrous plot lines she had seen over the years weren’t for nothing.

“Shu Rui, is that college student very poor?”

Guo Ran suddenly said.

Li Shuru felt a jolt in her heart and blurted out subconsciously, “How did you know?”

If Xu Siyi were here, she’d certainly detect something off about Li Shuru’s reaction, but Xu Siyi wasn’t in the dorm room.

Guo Ran obviously wasn’t as shrewd.

She smiled proudly, “Who do you think I am?

I guessed it right off the bat.”

Seeing this.

Li Shuru, who had been momentarily frightened, quietly sighed in relief.

It was clear that Guo Ran hadn’t figured out who the protagonist of the story she mentioned was.

“Actually, this question isn’t hard.

There’s only one possibility.”

“What possibility?”

“That is the poor student is actually pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger; he’s actually an extremely formidable scion, certainly much more powerful than that rich second-gen!”

Guo Ran spoke as if it were an undeniable fact, “I’ve seen this cliché in TV shows so many times.”

Li Shuru was stunned.

“Think about it, the thug’s mind isn’t faulty, so how could he stab himself?

There’s only one possibility: he discovered the true background of who he thought was a poor student, got frightened, and had to stab himself as an apology.

Yeah, that’s it!”

Guo Ran declared definitively.

Li Shuru wanted to object but eventually couldn’t help saying, “What if that poor student is genuinely very poor?”

“Really very poor?”

Guo Ran frowned, then decisively shook her head, stating with certainty, “From my experience, that’s absolutely impossible!

Shu Rui, you have to trust the judgment of a professional.”

“…”

Li Shuru fell silent.

Jiang Chen, a scion of a wealthy family?

Wasn’t that complete nonsense!

Everyone in East Sea University knew his family was poor as church mice, and his parents were deceased.

That wouldn’t be something you could fake, right?

Who would joke about such a thing?

“Shu Rui, don’t you believe me?”

Li Shuru’s silence made Guo Ran feel as if she were being doubted.

“No.”

Li Shuru shook her head, further explaining, “This college student, is he really just an ordinary person?

His parents aren’t even around anymore.”

“His parents are gone?”

This additional piece of information puzzled Guo Ran for a moment, but she quickly dismissed it as inconsequential.

“Parents being gone doesn’t change anything, you know.

You must have seen the movie ‘Tomato Tycoon’, right?

Who says that if their parents are dead, they must be poor?

In TV dramas, there are some rich heirs who can’t wait for their elders to kick the bucket so they can take control.

Maybe his parents left him a huge inheritance, or maybe he has some powerful relatives—it’s all uncertain.”

The speaker was unintentional.

The listener was intentional.

Right!

Who says absence of parents signifies poverty?

That’s just a knee-jerk thinking common among ordinary people; in reality, the two are not equivalent at all.

“…But what if he keeps applying for scholarships and also works part-time jobs off campus?”

Li Shuru still found it hard to accept.

“That would only mean that he’s quite skilled at deceiving others.”

Guo Ran spoke without thinking, but suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her gaze grew suspicious and she stared intently at Li Shuru.

Li Shuru felt somewhat guilty under her gaze, her eyes flitting about uncertainly.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Wait a minute, Shu Rui, the person you’re talking about, doesn’t he sound a lot like Jiang Chen?”

The girl’s reaction was not too slow.

Thump.

Li Shuru’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly put on a natural look, reclaiming her usual cool beauty.

“You think that’s possible?

Jiang Chen, a wealthy heir, do you believe that?”

“That’s true.”

Guo Ran nodded, muttering, “If he’s a wealthy heir, then I must be a royal princess!”

“Just keep watching your show.”

Li Shuru distracted her.

Guo Ran’s gaze returned to the computer screen, thoroughly enjoying her drama.

Li Shuru became even more distracted.

Guo Ran’s words echoed in her mind, and before her eyes, it seemed she could see two faces, both Jiang Chen—one dressed as a waiter, familiar to her, and the other clad in fine clothes with a noble air, like a stranger.

These two images interlaced, looping over and over, causing Li Shuru to forcefully close her eyes, feeling agitated and confused.

“Bang!”

The dormitory door was pushed open.

“I’m so tired!”

Zheng Jingjing walked in wearily and seeing Li Shuru, couldn’t help but complain, “Shu Rui, you really know how to slack off, sneaking back by yourself and leaving me to slog away there.”

“It’s over?”

Guo Ran turned her head and asked.

“Not yet, there were too many people, I couldn’t bother with it, so I let them handle it.”

“What about Jiang Chen’s registration form?”

Li Shuru suddenly asked.

“Didn’t you tell me to throw it away?”

“Where did you throw it?”

“The trash can in the hallway…”

Zheng Jingjing answered casually, but before she could finish, Li Shuru had swiftly walked out.

What’s going on?

Zheng Jingjing paused in her sentence, exchanged a glance with Guo Ran, and they looked at each other with confusion.

Curiously following out of the dormitory, they both simultaneously widened their eyes in shock!

There, the Li Shuru who had extreme germophobia and who never wore the same pair of stockings twice was actually rummaging through a trash can!