Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"Alright, hurry inside and take your exam. It's really nothing. Why are you crying, little girl?"

Jiang Siming chuckled and ruffled her hair, just like he would with his own little sister.

As he did so, he suddenly realized that the girl was truly beautiful—tall and graceful, with long flowing hair, delicate features, and especially large, expressive eyes.

Her lips had that uniquely sensual shape, similar to Angelina Jolie's, which made them look particularly attractive on her face.

Even now, with tears streaming down her cheeks like a weeping beauty, she remained stunningly delicate and endearing.

She was definitely a beauty in the making. Give her two more years, and she would be on par with Jiang Siming's girlfriends.

"Really...?" The girl asked cautiously.

"Really. Now hurry up and take your exam, you're going to be late." Jiang Siming reassured her.

Hearing this, the girl understood how important the exam was. She tried to pick up her bicycle, only to realize the chain was broken.

Jiang Siming opened his trunk and stuffed the dirty bicycle inside.

Then he opened the passenger door and said to the girl, "Get in, I'll take you there."

"This..." The girl was stunned. She had never sat in such a luxurious car in her life and didn't know how to react.

"If you want to score zero on your Chinese exam, just keep standing there." Jiang Siming said helplessly.

Hearing that, the girl had no choice but to get in. She sat cautiously, her feet pressed together, afraid of dirtying the expensive car.

Jiang Siming ignored her, shut the door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

"Which school?"

"Fudan Affiliated High School."

Jiang Siming nodded, turned the car around, and drove toward Fudan Affiliated High School.

When he reached an intersection, the traffic light turned red. Without hesitation, he stepped on the gas and sped through it, ignoring the potential penalty.

A traffic officer spotted him and immediately pursued him on a motorcycle.

Jiang Siming paid no mind and drove at high speed. His racing skills were put to full use, weaving through traffic with expert precision.

In just five minutes, they arrived at Fudan Affiliated High School.

A crowd of parents and reporters at the entrance saw the luxury car rushing in.

The traffic officer quickly moved to block the car, while reporters pointed their cameras toward them.

"Sir, you were speeding and ran a red light. Please step out of the vehicle and cooperate with our inspection." The officer knocked on the window, suspecting that Jiang Siming had been drinking.

Jiang Siming opened the car door and got out. Before he could say anything, the girl anxiously spoke up in his defense.

"Officer, I was about to be late for my exam, and my bike broke down. This big brother gave me a ride. Please don't fine him!"

The officer glanced at the bicycle in the backseat, then checked the girl's exam admission ticket and quickly understood the situation.

"What a good person!"

The gathered parents began murmuring among themselves, giving Jiang Siming a thumbs-up.

"Officer, let the kid go take her exam first. We can settle our issue afterward." Jiang Siming said with a smile.

The officer's attitude softened considerably and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Siming then turned to the girl and said, "Go on, you need to be in the exam hall fifteen minutes early. I'll leave your bike at the school gate later."

"Big brother, can I have your contact information? After the exam, I want to bring my parents to properly thank you." The girl looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Jiang Siming originally wanted to refuse, but seeing her pure and expectant gaze, he couldn't bear to.

He was also worried that if he rejected her, she might overthink it and perform poorly in the exam, which would make him feel guilty.

"Here's my contact, but I have one condition—only come find me if you score well. If not, then forget it. Can you do that?"

Jiang Siming took a business card from his car, one from Yinghuan Financial.

The girl nodded firmly, took the card, and turned around to enter the exam hall.

Before leaving, she turned around and shouted to Jiang Siming, "Brother, my name is Lu Yao."

After saying that, the girl happily entered the exam hall.

A teacher specifically led her to find her classroom, so there was no need to worry.

"Sir, did you really meet this girl on the way?"

"Sir, can we interview you?"

"Sir, we are from Shanghai Education News..."

...

The reporters swarmed forward, eager to interview Jiang Siming, partly because his appearance was striking and also because he was driving a Rolls-Royce.

A true rich second-generation, and incredibly handsome—this was a hot news story!

Fortunately, the traffic police blocked them, keeping them away.

"Sir, your driver's license is fine. Given that your violation had a justified reason, we will not penalize you this time. Please drive carefully in the future."

The traffic police kindly decided to overlook his violations.

In society, if someone violates traffic rules while doing a good deed, as long as it doesn't cause major issues, the police usually handle it leniently.

"Thank you, officer. I'll be on my way now. Wishing you success in your work."

Jiang Siming greeted the officer before getting back into his car and leaving the scene in a flash.

As for the bicycle, the police officer had already moved it aside.

The reporters could only take a few more photos from a distance in frustration.

Actually, every year during the college entrance exam, similar news stories appear—mostly taxi drivers rushing students to exam venues or helping them retrieve their exam permits from home.

There were private car owners helping as well, but never before had a super luxury car like a Rolls-Royce been involved.

Such a great headline—it had to be reported properly!

Jiang Siming didn't care at all; he had just lent a hand to a student and was now on his way back to Zhao Xuan's house.

When he arrived at Zhao Xuan's house, Zhao Xiaoxiao was already waiting at the door.

"Dad, why did you take so long?" Zhao Xiaoxiao beamed as soon as she saw Jiang Siming.

Zhao Xuan still felt a little shy about her daughter calling him that, but she also liked it.

"Xiaoxiao, sit in the back with Mom. Dad still has to pick someone up later." Zhao Xuan said.

Zhao Xiaoxiao nodded and grinned. "Xiaoxiao knows, it's to pick up Xiaoxiao's little mom, right?"

Jiang Siming cleared his throat twice—what the heck, "little mom" now?

But strangely, Zhao Xiaoxiao wasn't wrong at all.

"Hmm? Why is the back seat dirty?" Zhao Xuan noticed as she got into the car.

"Oh, I ran into a student whose bicycle broke down on the way. I put her bike in the trunk and drove her to school." Jiang Siming replied.

"So Dad was doing a good deed! Xiaoxiao almost thought Dad was just sleeping in. To make up for it, Xiaoxiao will give Dad a kiss."

Zhao Xiaoxiao mischievously leaned forward from the back seat and kissed Jiang Siming on the cheek before sitting back down.

Jiang Siming felt that her words sounded nice, but for some reason, they also felt oddly awkward.