Urban God-level Youth

He Tingting was writing materials, and Qin Hao approached her; she must have felt his presence but did not look up.

Not far from the side, Qin Hao saw Huang Bo, the teacher he had just had in class, watching him.

Seeing that He Tingting was still writing without looking up, Qin Hao asked, "Teacher, did you say you were looking for me?"

He Tingting put down her pen, looked up at him with a delicate face, a calm expression, and bright eyes that revealed a hint of intelligence.

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She said, "As a class representative and being a sleep during class, Qin Hao, do you think that sets a good example?"

Qin Hao replied earnestly, "It's not good, I have failed the trust you placed in me as your teacher, and I feel I am not suitable for this position.

Perhaps you should give the role of class representative to a more capable student?"

At first, He Tingting thought his remarks were reasonable, but his later words took on a different tone.

It was clear that Qin Hao simply did not want to be the class representative, and he was hoping she would quickly dismiss him from the role.

The more Qin Hao acted like this, the less He Tingting wanted to dismiss him—this is a common psychological reaction.

She stood up and said to Qin Hao, "Come to my office."

After saying that, He Tingting walked out of the room first, and Qin Hao followed her out, not forgetting to glance at Huang Bo before leaving.

Damn, considering you are in your forties or fifties, why would you still tattle from behind someone's back?

Huang Bo, having sensed his resentful gaze, chuckled awkwardly.

...

As the mentor for class one in the Computer College, He Tingting had her own private office.

Upon entering He Tingting's private office, Qin Hao smelled a faint scent of fragrance; the office decor was simple.

A desk, a bookshelf, and a few pots of plants.

He Tingting leaned against the desk with her arms crossed and looked at him: "What's the matter with you, Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao replied, "Teacher, you assigned me as class representative without even asking me; I feel that's a great disrespect to me.

I'm not saying I don't want to be the class representative, but that I'm very busy and don't have time to handle these matters."

He Tingting smiled and said, "Busy? So busy that you're sleeping?"

Qin Hao smiled awkwardly, "Teacher, I'm just replenishing my energy because I have to go out in a while."

He Tingting looked at him puzzled, "What keeps you so busy every day? Remember, you are still a student.

The greatest wealth you can carry from here after graduation is the knowledge you store in your brain; do you understand?"

Qin Hao asked, "Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, why do you ask?" He Tingting looked at him, puzzled and confused.

"No wonder, you're too naggy, Teacher."

...

"Swoosh"

He Tingting threw a fierce kick at Qin Hao, who quickly stepped back and narrowly avoided it.

In her haste, He Tingting forgot one thing—she was wearing a dress.

Because it was a long dress, she hadn't worn safety shorts, and her high kick revealed too much.

Qin Hao glimpsed a flash of pink—somewhat tender, somewhat provocative.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After completing the kick, He Tingting realized what had happened, and her cheeks instantly turned a light red.

"I have to go, Teacher," he said, and then he dashed out of the office as fast as lightning.

By the time He Tingting reacted, Qin Hao was nowhere to be seen—he had already run out of the office building.

He Tingting touched her cheek, which was burning hot. She clenched her teeth, wishing she could trample Qin Hao to death.

...

After leaving the school, Qin Hao hailed a taxi and headed to Xinshang Square in Bailing District.

He walked into the shop where Nie Si was standing inside, talking to someone, while a group of workers were renovating.

Nie Si saw Qin Hao come in and hurried over, "Mr. Qin, you've arrived."

Another person also came over, "Hello Mr. Qin, I am Li Peng, the manager of Yumei Decoration Company."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, "Nie Si must have already told you about the things to be careful of during the renovation, right?

I don't want any inferior products used as replacements or anything that exceeds the necessary standards, understand?"

Although Qin Hao looked very young, his words exerted an intangible pressure on Li Peng.

It was as if the man standing before him was not a man in his twenties, but a leader of their company.

He quickly responded, "Please rest assured, Mr. Qin. Our Yumei Decoration Company is among the top ten in Jianghai City in our industry; our materials are all imported and have no issues, just a bit pricier."

Nie Si was also somewhat surprised internally; she felt that at this moment, Qin Hao had a special charisma, possessing a bit of the domineering CEO flavor and momentum found in novels.

Qin Hao walked around the store and then asked, "Approximately how long will it take to finish the renovation?"

"It's estimated to take about three to four days, and then two days for airing out," Li Peng answered from behind.

The store had fewer than twenty workers; there were many hands available, and three to four days was actually the longest duration he mentioned.

Qin Hao took out two thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it to Nie Si, "Buy a box of good cigarettes for each of the workers; they're having a tough time these days."

Nie Si was momentarily stunned, then took the money, "Yes, of course, Mr. Qin."

Li Peng hurriedly said, "Mr. Qin, there's no need for you to spend."

Qin Hao looked at Li Peng, "This is my way of showing appreciation."

Some people live at the very bottom of society yet do the hardest and most tiring work.

They need to strive for their families, work hard for their parents, and children; their lives aren't as easy as those of the bosses.

They also don't have time to go to bars, flirt with girls, or play with secretaries.

Sometimes, they even face others' disdain, scorn, and rejection.

In Qin Hao's view, it was not because these people were not hardworking, but rather due to the primary reasons attributed to societal development.

Although Xuan Country's development was rapid, it was still far from the ideal technologically advanced nation envisioned.

Even the economically and militarily strong Federation had not achieved the state of a technologically advanced nation as conceived in the ideal.

In Qin Hao's ideal technocracy, nobody would need to work, nor worry about life and family.

All basic necessities would be provided by the state; of course, if one wanted to live a superior life, they would still need to work hard.

This was the society Qin Hao envisioned; perhaps somewhat naive and unrealistic.

But if capable, he would strive for this goal.

...

Nie Si, following Qin Hao's instructions, took the money to buy two cartons of cigarettes and then distributed them among the working craftsmen.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Knowing this was Qin Hao's gesture, some workers expressed their gratitude.

Qin Hao nodded slightly, "Make sure you all do a good job, as we are opening in a few days."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, just leave it to us."

Qin Hao stayed around, and at noon, the workers didn't take a break; they had regulations requiring them to continue working after lunch.

The lunch was also arranged by Nie Si as directed by Qin Hao, although normally this would be managed by the decoration company; but that was just Qin Hao's character.