Unimportant in A Rich Family Chapter 5

How could he be so rude to his favorite character! Ethan Nan complained in his heart in dissatisfaction. To be honest, he was a little afraid of Ryan Mo and didn't dare to show it openly.

Fortunately, Mason Chen had a good temper and asked again to confirm: "Midterm paper?"

"We are from the same department, you know that, right?"

"The school has expressly prohibited ---"

Ryan Mo interrupted him impatiently: "The school is owned by his family, what are you afraid of?"

That’s true, Mason Chen agreed.

In the world of the rich, it seems that there are no absolute rules.

"I have classes tomorrow morning and afternoon, and a part-time job in the evening."

"It doesn't matter to you whether you attend classes or not, just turn down the part-time job." Mo Wen Ze thought to himself that he was not a fool after all she found such an excuse to reject him.

"What I mean is," Mason Chen said slowly, "I will finish writing before seven in the morning."

Ryan Mo: Damn it, I was fooled by this kid.

Ethan Nan:! Don’t agree, woo woo, so handsome, no, Fu Bao, please refuse quickly, I will back you up even if the sky falls, so handsome, is this the charm of high IQ...

"But you must agree to a few of my conditions." Mason Chen added.

"What conditions?"

Five minutes later, Mason Chen, Ryan Mo, Ethan Nan, and even the drunk Caleb Cheng were all sitting around a table, each holding a computer.

"What's going on?" Caleb Cheng propped up his head, and when he saw the face opposite him, he was startled and became more sober.

"Hello, Caleb Cheng," Mason Chen smiled, "We meet again."

Sh!t, they actually called Mason Chen over. Caleb Cheng shifted awkwardly in his chair.

He admitted that he was attracted to Mason Chen for a while, but it was all in the past and he didn't have that kind of feelings for her now, so he didn't want to mention it.

Ryan Mo glanced away and returned to the screen. "Why do you have to go through so much trouble to write for me?"

"I guess you haven't read the requirements for the midterm paper. It's different from before. You can team up to write it together," Mason Chen continued to explain. "It's enough for the three of you to submit one paper."

"So what?" The increase or decrease in workload was Mason Chen's business, and the people who paid the money didn't care at all.

"I can't write for you, but I can guide you. In return, I don't charge any fees." Mason Chen said lightly, he straightened his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows.

Ethan Nan's heart was stabbed again: He said that Mason Chen is a good kid.

Ryan Mo, who was sitting across from him, was furious. "You should have just said no earlier if you didn't want to take this job. It's a waste of time."

Caleb Cheng also felt that it was troublesome to write on his own, "Sorry, we want someone to write for us."

Only Ethan Nan was concerned about whether it was really okay not to charge any fees. Mason Chen's family was heavily in debt, and he was already tired enough from studying and working today, and he still had to sacrifice his sleep time to guide them for free.

"I'll give you this amount," Nan Chengxue held up four fingers, just like in a novel, "and you have to make sure we hand in our homework on time."

Mason Chen has received too much kindness from the Southern Arts University, and it is not right for her to behave in a betrayal manner: "I'm sorry, I won't accept---"

"Just do whatever you want," Ethan Nan interrupted him, "We will cooperate."

Ryan Mo and Caleb Cheng looked at him at the same time. Caleb Cheng was shocked and asked in the mobile group: "Ah Cheng, what medicine did you take wrong?"

Ryan Mo, who had seen Ethan Nan's crazy face, understood something and replied to him in the group: "Isn't it the same as you if I fall in love with someone else?"

Love-brain is terrible. Caleb Cheng rubbed his brows in annoyance.

In Mo Wen Ze's eyes, this look became a troublesome thing as he and his brother fell in love with the same person.

He became even more upset, but he couldn't find the reason.

Mason Chen was quite surprised. He had originally thought that the three rich guys would directly refuse, but he didn't expect that there would be a little cutie willing to spend a huge amount of money for his guidance.

Mason Chen felt it was a pity that physical labor was replaced by mental labor.

Before starting work, Cheng and Mo cursed for a long time, and Ethan Nan also imitated them and complained a few times. But when Mason Chen taught the trio to choose the topic and each of them went to look up information, the three of them became more focused than the other.

"Would you like some coffee?" Mason Chen asked softly.

Nan, Cheng and Mo didn't raise their heads.

What a good kid. Mason Chen slowed down his pace, pushed the door open and asked the waiter for four cups of coffee. It was late at night, and there were still many people coming and going in the corridor.

A few girls in bunny costumes passed by, and Mason Chen consciously moved to the wall to make way for them.

In the smoky and chaotic entertainment venues, it is rare to see a clean-cut handsome guy, and the girls' eyes can't help but linger on him.

Mason Chen didn't care and smiled back. He took the coffee and turned back to the box.

If he had not been admitted to Nanshi University of the Arts, he would probably be working somewhere like this now, Mason Chen thought.

The aroma of coffee attracted someone's attention. Ethan Nan put down the homework in his hand and was curious about what Mason Chen brought.

"Be careful, it's hot." Mason Chen placed a cup next to his left hand.

Ethan Nan nodded, held the cup with both hands, blew on it a few times, and took a sip anxiously.

It's not too hot, but---

His brows were furrowed, and his little face turned bitter.

It's so bitter! Is poison just like this?

Mason Chen couldn't find a trash can, so he took out several tissues and put them around Ethan Nan's mouth to let him spit it out.

If it was someone else, he might have vomited it out, but unfortunately, this person was Mason Chen. Ethan Nan swallowed it with gritted teeth, and a faint bitter taste still lingered in his throat.

"Is it unpalatable?" Mason Chen didn't know that it was Ethan Nan's first time to drink black coffee. He tried it himself and found nothing wrong with it. It was even much better than the instant coffee he usually made.

Ethan Nan, who just now thought the stuff in the cup was so bitter that he doubted his life, now felt that the "bitterness" had a unique flavor after slamming it.

How strange! Take another sip.

Mason Chen noticed all the changes in his facial expressions.

Mason Chen went out again and this time brought back a box of sugar cubes.

After throwing two pieces of sugar in it, it tasted much better than at the beginning, although it was still bitter.

Ethan Nan put down the cup and continued doing his homework.

At the Nanshi Group Building, the emergency meeting ended at a time past two o'clock.

On the first day his younger brother moved in, he was not at home. He was so negligent. Tyler Nan picked up his coat and got into the elevator. He was extremely tormented while waiting to reach the underground parking lot on the first floor.

When he opened the car door, his brother's bodyguard sent him a new update.

After seeing the address clearly, Tyler Nan frowned: It's already this late, why is he still playing in the Mo family club?

A few photos were sent to him. Tyler Nan clicked on them but didn't understand them.

He sent a message to Wu Huaming: "What are they doing?"

The other party quickly replied: "It seems that he is rushing to finish his midterm assignment."

...What the hell? Is the world upside down or is he upside down?

It is unheard of to rush homework in a club.

Tyler Nan sent the same photo to Luo Qiyan, with the caption: "Mr. Luo, the children don't have a quiet place to do their homework."

Luo Qiyan was playing mahjong when she received the message. She was lucky and won several rounds. She was very happy and replied with a cigarette in her mouth:

"Okay, I'll buy a building to open a tutoring center tomorrow. It'll be right across from the dance hall where your uncle Mo cheated on me. It'll annoy him to death, haha..."

Several mahjong friends also laughed, "Wen Ze is still very hardworking. He can graduate in two more years. I heard that no university abroad was willing to accept the child born by San Er, so he was forced to come back to take the college entrance examination. Tsk, his grades and character are far worse than Wen Ze's."

"What's the point of being ambitious? It's all thanks to Xiao Bai." Luo Qiyan waved her hands. Although Tyler Nan didn't say it explicitly, she knew it in her heart. The little B@st@ard didn't go to school because of her nephew. "It's not certain whether Wen Ze can last for two years. If he is expelled from school---"

Luo Qiyan snorted coldly, "I'll kill him."

"When the time comes, please ask Sister Luo to throw Caleb Cheng into the sea with you." Luo Ying said calmly, picking up a melon seed and cracking it.

A mahjong friend joked, "Mrs. Cheng, you set too high expectations for your children." Mrs. Cheng is the most educated among them. She graduated with a doctorate from a top foreign medical school and was a classmate of her husband. However, neither of their children inherited their learning talent. In the early years, Mrs. Cheng stayed at home to raise her children, but now she has completely given up traveling and playing mahjong with them.

Luo Ying smiled and didn't respond.

At midnight, Ethan Nan, who had drunk coffee and eaten a lot of small cakes for supper, seemed to be assisted by God. The drunk Caleb Cheng went to the bathroom to induce vomiting. After his stomach was emptied, his brain sobered up and he crawled back to write his paper. Ryan Mo knew what the consequences would be if he failed this course. It was as if there was a death god standing next to him with a sickle ready to chop him down. He didn't dare to be careless at all. He asked Mason Chen what he should ask Mason Chen, and even smeared a Southeast Asian country's enhanced version of peppermint oil on his temples to force himself to sober up.

Before the deadline, everything is equal.

Mason Chen took care of these three people who were racing against time, and found time to work part-time on the Internet.

"I have a question..." Ethan Nan came over and accidentally glanced at Mason Chen's computer screen. The screen in the middle showed "Upload successful". Before it was cut off by the computer owner, he glanced at the URL and couldn't forget it.

Due to his profession, he is particularly sensitive to letters and numbers - it is definitely not because he is curious about Mason Chen's privacy!

"What's the problem?" Mason Chen asked guiltily.

"I can't find data for the latest year."

"Have you searched everything?" Mason Chen moved to Ethan Nan's computer and continued to help him search. "We haven't calculated it yet, but we can make some predictions."

Ethan Nan suddenly realized, "Oh."

Seeing him switch to another page and start to operate it, Mason Chen was curious: "What are you doing?"

"I'm working on a prediction system," Ethan Nan said without stopping, "Didn't you ask me to make appropriate predictions?"

Mason Chen: ... Very good, very impressive. So what did they study?

Programming on Ancient Earth is much easier to get started. Ethan Nan spent less than half an hour building the framework, adjusting the parameters tirelessly, and finally came up with the forecast data for the latest year.

Mason Chen, who was watching silently, drank water at least a dozen times during this half hour.

"Why don't you attach your system?" Mason Chen suggested sincerely, "I can guarantee that your homework will get an A+."

The two people on the opposite side, whose energy had reached the limit, raised their heads with lifeless eyes.

"I've finished my part," Ethan Nan stretched his waist which was sore from sitting, "How much do you two have left?"

"Less than one third." Caleb Cheng laid face down on the table.

Ryan Mo replied weakly, "Ditto."

Mason Chen went over to check what they had completed - it was unexpectedly good.

They could have done better if time wasn't a concern.

There are really many hidden talents among the rich people at Nanjing University of the Arts.

"You guys continue, I'm going to sleep."

The clock pointed to four o'clock, and Ethan Nan sighed. He had never slept so late in the entire interstellar world.

"Bye." Caleb Cheng yawned and devoted himself to his homework.

Ryan Mo, who was almost fainting from sleepiness, was seriously considering whether to drop some peppermint oil in his eyes. Damn, it was not a problem to play to this point normally, but once he started working, he would fall asleep all the time.

At half past six, Tyler Nan drove to "Midnight". At this point, the nightlife was basically over and the store was deserted.

The receptionist led him into the private room. As soon as he opened the door, a strange smell hit his nose, a mixture of red wine, coffee, mint, and a sweet smell that he couldn't identify.

The cleaning staff had never come in to clean up, so the place was like a garbage dump. Several people who were working on their homework had already fallen asleep on their desks, and they didn't even notice someone coming in.

Tyler Nan looked around but couldn't find Ethan Nan: "Where's Chengzi?"

"The young master is sleeping in the other room."

Tyler Nan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Take me there."

On the big bed separated by a gauze curtain, Tyler Nan could vaguely see a bulge in the quilt.

Little Orange has grown so big now. Before, he was not even as tall as his waist, and if he wanted to hug him, he could only pull his legs.

Tyler Nan lifted the curtain. The sleeping person was too well-behaved. His long eyelashes fluttered as if he was about to wake up.

These past two days, Xiaobao has been attending classes and doing homework. When he feels sleepy, he even finds a place to sleep... Could it be that his younger brother is a genius?