“Uh… well, it’s like this…”
Before Shen Wuwei could finish, Shen Qing'er’s eyes were already shining with uncontrollable delight:
“Really? If it weren’t for me, would Jiang Yu be having his funeral at 21?!”
Shen Qing'er understood in an instant.
She and Jiang Yu were like the male and female leads in a youthful romance novel.
Although they would separate due to various conflicts, they would ultimately achieve a positive outcome.
Because Jiang Yu couldn't be without her!
“But what should I do? Should I treat Jiang Yu like before? Absolutely not. Even if he can’t leave me, I can’t be as willful as I used to be…”
Shen Qing'er was troubled, her bright eyes glinting with melancholy:
“Dad, how did you win Mom over back then?”
Shen Wuwei coughed, his old face flushing.
“Well… it’s a long story.”
“Your mom used to like playing games, so I’d buy her skins every day, give her guns, and as soon as I entered the game, I’d call her ‘Mommy Baby’… In short, I kept fawning over her, making your mom completely obedient, inside and out.
Then one time, she went online and didn’t have enough money for internet fees, so I took a cold million yuan from the bank card your grandpa gave me and paid for all her internet fees.
Your mom immediately married me.”
…
“Damn it, damn it! How dare he make me look like a fool, that hateful Jiang Yu… I am a dignified Immortal cultivator, yet I was insulted by a mere mortal!”
In the early morning, Lin Qifan leaped down from the tallest ancient pine on the back mountain.
After absorbing the first ray of Yang energy contained in the morning light, he felt his cultivation realm was more stable.
Unfortunately, his realm still hadn't broken through.
The limitation of the Nine Yang Saint Body lay precisely here: if one could not obtain enough Yin energy to assist, the realm would make no progress. But if enough Yin energy was absorbed, breaking through the realm was as easy as drinking water.
But ever since he descended the mountain, he hadn’t even touched a woman’s hand!
“Jiang Yu…”
Lin Qifan gritted his teeth as he uttered those two words, his gaze extremely sinister.
After a night of enlightenment, he understood.
To contend with someone like Jiang Yu, he absolutely couldn't rely solely on Manli!
He had to compete with him in intellect. Since this guy liked to play such insidious tricks,
Then he would be even more insidious than him!
…
“Jiang Yu… Eh, Youqing, why are you two getting out of the same car… Did you run into each other again on the way?”
Early in the morning, Shen Qing'er stood at the school gate, holding a homemade breakfast.
After hearing her father's story of pursuing her mother, she finally understood that to love someone, one must be unconditionally good to them, after all, that's how her father won her mother over.
If the person you like doesn't like you,
Then there must be something wrong with you.
She decided: she would treat Jiang Yu now the same way he used to treat her!
A hint of panic flashed across Tu Youqing’s porcelain-white face.
However, her good psychological fortitude allowed her to quickly fabricate a lie.
“Oh, because Jiang Yu, for some reason, changed his route to school, and it just happened to be on my way home. He wanted to ask about you, so he gave me a ride.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Qing'er's jealousy immediately dissipated, her eyes curving into crescents as she leaned in and whispered softly:
“He… really asked you about me?”
Tu Youqing nodded like a pecking chick, then, remembering Hajji Jiang's evil hand during the short ten-minute car ride, a blush rapidly spread from her face to the base of her neck.
Shen Qing'er took a deep breath, carefully, little by little, moving closer to Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu arrogantly scrutinized Shen Qing'er, not refuting Tu Youqing's explanation.
After all, he was still coveting Shen Qing'er’s body; whether he loved her or not was irrelevant, what was important was…
Also, what is called 'playing hard to get'?
It’s speaking with your eyes!
Compassionate, loving, regretful, clinging, sad, reminiscent, emotional…
He had all kinds of expressions, and he could choose them at will.
Shen Qing'er pursed her lips, extended the lunchbox, and lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s:
“Jiang Yu, I don’t know what you like, but I personally made you corn porridge. If you… drink it, then accept it; if not, then forget it.
However, whether you drink it or not, I will still bring you breakfast tomorrow.”
Tu Youqing, standing beside them, was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the unfamiliar Shen Qing'er.
She had originally planned to properly advise her good best friend on the way to school today, to help her see through the scoundrel Jiang Yu's schemes.
Now it was good, the former emperor had surrendered directly, what was the point of her being a dog-headed strategist?
Sister Qing'er, why are you so foolish…
You've fallen for this scoundrel's trick, Jiang Yu is a scumbag!
However, even though Tu Youqing stamped her feet in anger, nothing could change the current situation.
Jiang Yu did not take the lunchbox immediately, still looking up arrogantly, staring straight ahead.
His eyes revealed three parts indifference, three parts helplessness, three parts unmentionable emotion, and a crucial one part wistfulness, as if recalling something.
Those various emotions intertwined, making Shen Qing'er momentarily dazed, unsure of what Jiang Yu was truly thinking.
But, fortunately, it wasn't disgust.
She still had a chance!
Sure enough, after about fifteen seconds, just as Shen Qing'er's arm grew tired and she was about to withdraw it.
Jiang Yu took the lunchbox with one hand and opened it in front of her.
The corn porridge inside didn't look very appetizing.
But it had a girlish fragrance and a faint milky scent.
“It couldn’t have had evaporated milk added, could it?”
Jiang Yu was suspicious, but thought it probably wouldn't kill him.
He took a small taste, his face devoid of any expression.
Indeed, it was so damn unpalatable.
Shen Qing'er didn't know if Jiang Yu liked it or not, so she could only continue standing there humbly.
However, when she saw Jiang Yu take a bite, she couldn't help but curve her lips into a humble, faint smile.
Beside them, Tu Youqing tried to say something several times, but ultimately said nothing.
She just turned her head away, not daring to look at this hellish scene anymore.
“The taste is average,” Jiang Yu casually tossed the unfinished lunchbox into Shen Qing'er’s arms, not even giving her a direct look, and said faintly:
“I like porridge with purple sweet potato.”
“Yes! I understand!” Shen Qing'er’s pretty face had two dimples as sweet as flowers, and her heart was filled with excitement.
Tu Youqing’s small face showed a smile that couldn’t be any more bitter.
Her aloof best friend…
How could she be trained like a dog in just a few days?
…
Lin Qifan didn't listen to any of the general education courses, sitting in the last row meditating the entire time. After all, as the Son of Destiny, his academic performance was naturally top-notch.
Also, because all the girls hated him,
So his seat was also the furthest from the girls, next to the trash can and the wall.
But fortunately, during breaks, girls would always pass by the back door on their way to the restroom.
Whenever a girl passed by, he would take a deep breath.
A look of intoxicated smile appeared on his face, and the pure Yang energy and pure Yin energy in his dantian mixed to form an extremely precious wisp of Huan Yuan Qi.
Half of it overflowed into the bronze ring on his finger.
The other half entered his dantian, constantly trying to break through the barrier from Qi Refining Stage to Foundation Establishment Stage.
Only when he reached the Foundation Establishment Stage would he truly be considered an Immortal cultivator, capable of drawing talismans, refining medicine, controlling swords with qi, and even using some low-level spells.
And not like now, where he could only use some fist and foot techniques.
Unfortunately, because he absorbed too little pure Yin energy, the Huan Yuan Qi was only a pitiful amount.
Every time he tried to break through his realm, it was like a small horse pulling a large cart.
No matter what, it was always just a little short.
“Break for me——” Lin Qifan’s face flushed red.
Pfft——
Unable to break through despite his best efforts, he had no choice but to give up.
Just then, he felt a pat on his shoulder; the hand definitely belonged to a man.
He instinctively thought it was Jiang Yu, and Lin Qifan suddenly looked up, only to see Jiang Yu not far away, chatting with Tu Youqing with a mischievous smile on his face.
The pretty little loli's small face was flushed, and her pink fists occasionally lightly punched his waist.
Lin Qifan bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes almost popping out.
All of this should have been mine, ah ah ah ah!
Phew, phew… Don't rush. As long as my divine skill is perfected, what does it matter how rich a mortal is? They are merely slightly larger ants.
At that time, the things that left him would naturally return.
“Hey, I’m challenging you in PE class later. I heard you’re a sports recruit. Do you dare to spar with me? With a physique like yours, you can only eat my dust.”
Lin Qifan then turned his head and found that it was an arrogant-looking redhead standing behind him.
He was stunned for a moment, then gave an evil, charming smile.
Yes, women would leave, money would leave.
But the only thing he had never lost—
Was showing off!