Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 258 - 224 Eating Soft Rice

He never considered himself fickle.

Dong Qingfeng prided himself as the study committee member of Class 8, Year 1. With good grades—notwithstanding being in an ordinary class, he ranked within the top sixty in the grade, surpassing more than half of those in the experimental classes.

He was refined and easygoing, from a well-off family, and he was no slouch when it came to sports either.

Finding a girlfriend wouldn’t be hard for him if he wished, but alas, he was not a whole man.

His heart was shattered, broken into many pieces, each piece falling for a different girl.

With this thought, Dong Qingfeng sighed internally. Although Bai Yuxia was delightful, worthy of being the main course, he was more enamored with his own metaphorical Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

After Dan Kaiquan was rejected, a deep sense of dejection washed over him. He played chess only for Bai Yuxia, but now that he was rejected, what use was his high skill in chess?

It still couldn’t attract the girl he loved.

‘What use is this game of Chess to me?’

Unlike Dan Kaiquan’s despair, Dong Qingfeng felt invigorated.

Dan Kaiquan’s chess game had caused quite a stir, drawing the attention of some girls, and with each victory over his classmates, his aura had grown several layers stronger.

Now, if Dong Qingfeng could beat him, he would certainly shock all their classmates in an instant.

Dong Qingfeng pondered whether he could seize the moment to defeat him, but then the bell for the afternoon prep rang.

This ringing signified there were ten minutes left until the actual class time.

Ten minutes was not enough for a duel between experts.

Dong Qingfeng sneered in his mind: ‘I’ll let you off just this once!’

‘Next week, I’ll chop off your head!’

…

The end of the first afternoon class.

At the back of the classroom, Guo Kunnan sat firmly. For him, this had been a long week.

He had lost a lot, such as, the pride of being a man.

He had also gained a lot, such as, growth.

Only after weathering the storms could a man truly become a man.

The sports committee member, Zhang Chi, approached from the north side of the classroom. He put his phone on Guo Kunnan’s desk:

“Brother Nan, my phone’s out of battery. Could you charge it for me with your power bank? I want to listen to music on my way back.”

Guo Kunnan’s power bank was often lent out; he was a generous person. Despite Dan Kaiquan and the rest frequently saying that Zhang Chi was not good to hang out with, as he liked to take advantage of others.

Just last time, he’d taken advantage of Qi Tianheng from Class 2, leading to a beating when people showed up at his dormitory.

Guo Kunnan glanced at Zhang Chi’s face, which had lost its swelling, leaving behind only faint marks.

“Sure, leave it with me,” Guo Kunnan agreed.

He found a charging cable and plugged in Zhang Chi’s phone.

Seeing his magnanimous nature, Zhang Chi looked around, then lowered his voice:

“Brother Nan, have you heard about making brush orders?”

His face was excited, as if he was discussing something extraordinary.

E-commerce was still rapidly expanding, and Guo Kunnan’s power bank was an online purchase, so of course, he had heard about making brush orders.

“You want to make brush orders?” he asked.

Zhang Chi said, “I heard from others that you can make money by making brush orders, and I’m planning to give it a try. I’m not asking for much, unlike those who make hundreds a day. I’d be satisfied with just making one hundred.”

Zhang Chi’s excitement was palpable: “I heard it’s especially easy, just a few clicks and you can earn money.”

The day before yesterday, he saw on the internet how easy it was to make brush orders, making him think that he too could easily earn money.

Guo Kunnan replied, “You can make money with brush orders, but I don’t know how to do it.”

Zhang Chi put his hand on his shoulder, his tone swaggering:

“Once I make money, I’ll bring you along for the ride.”

They chatted more about making brush orders, mostly Zhang Chi talking, with Guo Kunnan listening. Zhang Chi grew more and more excited, as if he had already earned the money.

His voice was no longer as discreet as before.

Hu Jun, sitting nearby, heard the conversation and poured cold water on it:

“It’s not that easy to make money. If it was, would it still be your turn? Take it easy and don’t get scammed.”

Hu Jun intended to offer a kind reminder, but to Zhang Chi’s ears, it sounded unbearably harsh.

Zhang Chi had little in the way of living expenses; he didn’t eat well at school and was too proud to, like Shen Xu from the class next door, sell stuff. Of course, he didn’t have the channels to stock up on goods.

Deep down, he looked down on Shen Xu. He saw himself as an educated person, and his way of making money had to be more sophisticated.

Previously, he had endured a life of poverty, content with the hardship, because he had never known the lifestyle of the wealthy.

And yet, ever since he freeloaded Qi Tianheng’s “KFC” breakfast, it magnified his desires.

He could no longer tolerate a life of poverty—Zhang Chi was determined to become a rich man!

So, these days, he searched online for ways to make money, pondering a lucrative method.

Zhang Chi searched long and hard until he finally came across the practice of brushing orders—a lifeline as he saw it, beyond the pale of question.

He said sardonically, “Hu Jun, do you really think I’m so stupid that I’d get scammed?”

At this moment, he only felt that Hu Jun was envious of his ability to make money, unable to bear seeing him succeed.

Hu Jun chuckled twice but said no more; looking at Zhang Chi now, he knew advice would be futile.

Zhang Chi went to find Ma Shicheng, “Ma Shicheng, do you know about brushing orders?”

Although Ma Shicheng was playing games just now, as a high school student using a smartphone, he was always alert to his surroundings, so he had heard every word they said.

Now that Zhang Chi asked, Ma Shicheng said, “I know about brushing orders. Some people make money from it, but it’s not easy.”

He gave an evasive answer.

However, Zhang Chi, eager to show off to Hu Jun, said,

“Look, Ma Shicheng says you can make money from it, and you still don’t believe it.”

Hu Jun still didn’t speak; he now thought Zhang Chi was utterly incorrigible—usually Zhang Chi would mooch his toothpaste daily, but over a trifle, Zhang Chi refused to give him any face.

“Ma Shicheng, want me to take you along to make some money?” Zhang Chi boasted, proud of his hard-found brushing schemes.

“No need, I have my ways,” Ma Shicheng said.

“What ways do you have to make money?” asked Zhang Chi, curious.

Ma Shicheng didn’t hide it from everyone and said, “I’m pretty good at playing LoL; when I’m broke, I take a few game boosting orders.”

He said this but seldom took game boosting jobs, as he felt that he wasn’t playing the game, the game was playing him.

He only took jobs when he was really out of cash.

This idea had come from Nie Ze, a senior from his second year in high school.

“Well, okay.” This, Zhang Chi couldn’t do—he wasn’t a gamer.

But no matter, he would make money with his abilities.

Zhang Chi looked to the front row, where Jiang Ning was distributing snacks to several girls.

The snacks had been given by their chemistry teacher, Guo Ran; Zhang Chi had never tried them, but they looked extremely delicious.

Zhang Chi thought disdainfully:

‘Eating off a woman’s handout, what’s that worth?’

He, Zhang Chi, was self-reliant!

…

Saturday morning, nine o’clock.

Jiang Ning got up, pushed open his room door, and light streamed in.

Last night he cultivated his Divine Sense until two in the morning, while Xue Yuantong played games in his room till the same time.

When he was about to sleep, Xue Yuantong made a fuss about leaving, saying it was too dark outside and she was scared to go back, so in the end, he had to escort Xue Yuantong back to her room.

At this moment, she was curled up in bed sleeping; Jiang Ning did not disturb Xue Yuantong’s peaceful dreams.

By his estimate, Xue Yuantong would sleep until at least eleven in the morning before waking up.

Jiang Ning rode his mountain bike towards the urban area.

The mountain bike stopped before Lanma Shopping Mall, and then he walked to a nearby overpass.

Jiang Ning leaned on the railing, looking down at the bustling streams of vehicles below.

This was the place where he and Teacher Guo Ran had agreed to meet.

Today was a sunny day and a Saturday, so there were a lot of people on the streets.

At the edge of the overpass, an uncle in a military coat sat on a little stool, running a screen protector stall.

Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense swept over it—the soft film screen protectors were ten yuan each. The uncle was a skilled artisan; after a couple had their screen protectors applied, they seemed quite satisfied.

Jiang Ning didn’t have to wait long; within his Divine Sense, a silhouette appeared.

Guo Ran climbed up onto the overpass, approaching his direction.

Jiang Ning’s gaze shifted to Guo Ran; she was still strikingly dressed today, in a simple sweater jacket paired with high-waisted jeans, accentuating the curve of her waist and hips.

Moreover, the most remarkable thing about Guo Ran was her face still carried the youthful charm of a student, yet with a touch of maturity added, a combination that gave off a strangely wonderful impression.

Guo Ran held a small bag in her hand and, upon noticing Jiang Ning, she gave it a shake.

“What time does it start?” Jiang Ning asked her.

“Forty more minutes, the place is at Lanma Mall. After it ends, I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

Guo Ran acted as if she was playing host.

“Okay, let’s soak up some sun and chat for a bit,” Jiang Ning said, resting on the railing and facing the traffic.

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Guo Ran took a couple of steps back, slightly lifting her head to gaze at his profile.

She always felt that Jiang Ning had a certain carefree elegance in every move, a quality that set him apart from all others she had ever met.

The more people she met, the more she noticed Jiang Ning’s uniqueness.

Guo Ran remembered, back when she was in college, her roommate mentioned that one of their seniors had become a celebrity, the kind who starred in films.

Later during her sophomore year at the evening gala, the alumni star was invited to their school, and Guo Ran, being part of the student council, was in charge of the backstage tasks.

She saw the senior up close and thought he was incredibly handsome, utterly different from ordinary students, as if he had a glow about him.

Guo Ran conjured that brief moment from her memory, and then she looked ahead at Jiang Ning; suddenly, the figure in her memory dissipated.

‘Not worth comparing to Jiang Ning.’

This thought came to her suddenly.