Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 38 Goodbye

Seeing Liu Li run away like an ostrich, Wan Chu’er chuckled lightly. She was indeed nothing but a paper tiger!

She had no intention of finding Liu Li again; she would let society teach her how to behave.

It seemed that the power of society was indeed strong. In just a week’s time, Liu Li had already been influenced by Heavenly World.

This was all thanks to Xiao Bai’s help. Xiao Bai had done her a favor, which Wan Chu’er was pondering to repay by finding time to help him craft a modern nightclub business plan.

But then again, now that she had slightly over one thousand yuan on her, she had to do something with that money.

Wan Chu’er thought about the pickles filling her home and the various gazes in the Glass Factory Family Quarters. She felt it would be better to move out if she wanted to make pickles as a long-term business. At least she shouldn’t continue making them there; otherwise, whatever Bai Zhixi did would provoke endless inquiries, which would be extremely annoying.

This was not something she could discuss with Bai Zhixi in advance. She had to make it work before telling her, or else Bai Zhixi would surely insist on saving the one thousand yuan for her college fund.

Classes in the morning proceeded as usual; Wan Chu’er paid no attention to the people and events around her, focusing intently on her own studies. She was still a bit behind since she hadn’t touched high school knowledge in over a decade or two.

Wan Chu’er was not in a rush. She was gradually picking up her old knowledge step by step, according to her plan. Since she was naturally intelligent and her thinking more mature, she didn’t encounter any significant difficulties in her studies—the only thing she needed was time.

Therefore, except for necessary tasks, Wan Chu’er made the most of every single second. Every extra second she spent learning meant she was one step closer to catching up with the current progress.

Teacher Zhu, the class advisor, saw that Wan Chu’er, after so long, was still studious and diligent, and she began to feel hopeful. Even when some class monitors grumbled about Wan Chu’er not participating in class activities, she would fend for her.

Academic performance was the most important. If she could have one more student admitted to a key university, it would be a boon both for her and for the school.

After a few rebuffs, people in the class gradually stopped paying much attention to Wan Chu’er.

In fact, quite a large number of students were holding back their frustration, eagerly awaiting the monthly exam. They wanted to see Wan Chu’er’s results, and if they were poor, they were ready to give her a good tongue-lashing.

How dare she keep herself aloof from the class community, and how dare she put on airs of studying hard, pressuring everyone else.

Wan Chu’er was unaware of these sentiments and even if she knew, she wouldn’t care.

Currently, there were only two things that mattered to her: first, to get into a good university, to fulfill a regret from her previous life and make Bai Zhixi happy; second, to ensure that Bai Zhixi could live healthily and joyfully.

Everything else was but passing clouds to her.

After eating lunch at home, Wan Chu’er made an excuse of having school matters to attend to and didn’t rest at home. She quickly set out to look for a house.

She mainly searched for houses near a few big markets. In the nineties, there were no real estate agencies in small towns; one had to go door-to-door, asking around. In half a day, she saw several rental houses, but none satisfied her—they were not the independent houses she desired. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Realizing it was time for school, Wan Chu’er hurried back to attend the afternoon classes.

After nearly a week of this routine, on Friday, she finally found a satisfactory house.

The house she found was some distance from the Glass Factory Family Quarters, situated near a large market to the east of the city. It was an independent small courtyard with only three main rooms and a small south-facing room. The house was an older brick-and-tile structure, not as good as the slab buildings in the Glass Factory Family Quarters.

However, it was sufficient to serve as a temporary workshop for her and her mother to make pickles.

Wan Chuchu negotiated with the landlord over the high rent and finally settled on one thousand yuan a year, to be paid in one lump sum.

Right there and then, Wan Chuchu handed over one thousand yuan, wrote a receipt, had the landlord sign it, and got the keys.

The landlords were an ordinary couple working for the grain bureau, living nearby the small courtyard. Seeing Wan Chuchu, a young girl, effortlessly pulling out one thousand yuan and going about things in a well-organized manner, they couldn’t help but ask:

"Young lady, does your family know about you renting this place? Don’t you need to discuss it with them?"

Wan Chuchu smiled and said, "I have full say over our family matters. I’ve already discussed this with them, and we’ve been here to check out this courtyard before."

The female landlord sighed, "You’re such a sensible child, able to handle such big affairs on your own. My son is about your age but wouldn’t even bother to pick up a fallen oil bottle."

Wan Chuchu didn’t engage further, only offering a smile.

After taking the keys, Wan Chuchu scrutinized the house inside and out once more, planning what items needed to be added. Then she locked the door and headed back to school.

She had only walked a few steps when two young men, laughing and talking, approached her. She glanced at them casually but was suddenly stuck in place, her limbs stiffening and her heart skipping a few beats.

One of them was Jiang Kechu.

Even after ten years had passed, Wan Chuchu vividly remembered Jiang Kechu’s face.

In her past life, she met Jiang Kechu for the first time at eighteen, one month after Bai Zhixi left, when Jiang Kechu brought a gift to visit her. Having just lost Bai Zhixi, her heart was filled with panic, fear, and anger. She had thrown the gifts Jiang Kechu brought all over the yard.

The current Jiang Kechu indeed was young and promising, exuding exuberant vitality from just one look, with his hair not yet whitened by her vexation.

As Jiang Kechu came closer step by step, Wan Chuchu felt her blood start to freeze; her hands and feet shaking, she didn’t have time to think why she was reacting this way.

Jiang Kechu, engrossed in sharing anecdotes from the army with his friend, quickly noticed the odd Wan Chuchu ahead and glanced over.

His sharp gaze swept over Wan Chuchu, making her shudder. She quickly lowered her head, trying hard to suppress her excited and racing heart and awkwardly continued walking forward.

She didn’t know Jiang Kechu yet, and Jiang Kechu didn’t know her either.

Subconsciously, she wanted nothing to do with Jiang Kechu and also didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of him, so she strived to stand up straight.

Jiang Kechu, realizing that the person in front of him was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student, looked her over suspiciously again, confirming to himself that he did not know this girl.

He noticed Wan Chuchu’s stiffness and turned to his friend, initially assuming she knew him.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally passed by each other. Wan Chuchu let out a slight sigh of relief, came back to her senses, and couldn’t help but question herself: Why was she so nervous? What right did Jiang Kechu have to make her tense?

Could it be that Jiang Kechu would truly "overcome" her, Wan Chuchu!?

Humph, Jiang Kechu, don’t even think about it! In this life, it’s best if we never cross paths.

Pride surged within Wan Chuchu, her limbs no longer stiff, her blood flowing smoothly, and she lifted her head high, striding forward with newfound confidence.

Jiang Kechu, who had glanced back, shook his head, somewhat amazed by the girl’s transformation. A moment ago, she was timid and shrinking, but in the next, she was like an unsheathed sharp sword, dazzling and impossible to ignore.