Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Chapter 1839 - 1011: Competitive Spirit

"Jiang Ning, have you ever eaten East Star Spot?"

"No."

"Then I’ll cook it for you, will you eat it?"

"Sure."

Tongtong listened, first happy, then mischievously thought: ’Jiang Ning is just like my pet; whatever I feed him, he’ll eat.’

Jiang Ning glanced at the silly smiling Tongtong, feeling she had some ulterior motive.

"Chuchu is almost home; let’s head to the rural tourism place to get the East Star Spot first."

After speaking, she confidently led the way.

Mr. Qian, who was shelling sunflower seeds at the door, looked at the two a few more times, his expression quirky.

Are those two really so reckless?

He simply couldn’t imagine how angry Butcher Zhang would be when he got back, only to find Xiao Ben was sold!

It might unleash a storm of fury!

While Mr. Qian was pondering, he suddenly noticed a familiar dog figure at the bungalow door.

"Xiao Ben, you’re back??"

"Woof woof!"

Xue Yuantong walked ahead, cheerful: "Xiao Ben indeed escaped."

Jiang Ning kept his pace: "Yes, as expected."

Looking like a sage above worldly affairs.

Seeing him act so puffed up, Xue Yuantong also clasped his hands behind his back, the two heading east.

Xiao Ben called out: "Woof woof!"

Yet neither turned back.

Mr. Qian looked at the lonely masterly figures, almost incredulous: "Could it be all within their expectations?"

The next moment, Mr. Qian stopped and thumped his chest: "I should’ve been the one to sell Xiao Ben!"

But alas, Xiao Ben was usually not obedient to him.

To command Xiao Ben, Mr. Qian gritted his teeth, went inside, and fetched the leftover roast duck from last night to offer to Lord Xiao Ben.

...

Rural tourism place’s main hall.

Zhuang Jianhui faced Mr. Zhang, who handed over a cigarette, and he directly refused: "I don’t smoke."

Mr. Zhang’s hand paused, then he grinned: "Not smoking is good, smoking isn’t a good thing!"

He straightforwardly put the cigarette away, showing no awkwardness at the rejection, even when facing someone a decade younger.

Mr. Zhang tried to bond: "Mr. Zhuang, do you usually play King of Fighters too?"

Zhuang Jianhui’s expression was indifferent: "I occasionally play."

Mr. Zhang: "Playing games is good, I like to play a few matches after work."

He actively found a topic: "But the older generation always dislikes us playing games."

Zhuang Jianhui recalled his father’s reprimands, saying: "Some people’s thinking is too outdated."

Mr. Zhang followed up: "Exactly, games are more than just games; they’re inducements for many industry developments, like computer technology, art, music, and cultural output, akin to Hollywood."

Lin Zida glanced at him, didn’t expect this somewhat fawning chubby guy to realize this.

Suddenly, Lin Zida found it quite interesting, realizing awareness is of limited use; these insights are superficial at best, just talk points.

Mr. Zhang tried hard to discuss things Zhuang Jianhui liked to hear.

An Chan stood at the door, watching Mr. Zhang’s posture, first surprised at Zhuang Jianhui’s status, able to make Mr. Zhang so flattering.

Then she felt somewhat pathetic inside, is this the promising youth her father introduced? So humble.

Yet even so, her father still wanted her to please Mr. Zhang...

An Chan’s brows showed some confusion, she felt a bit uninterested.

Zhuang Jianhui watched the eloquent Mr. Zhang, finding him a bit annoying, and didn’t want to interact further, so he said: "You don’t actually need to flatter me; I’m just a student right now."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang’s expression froze, but he quickly adjusted, still smiling: "Haha, Mr. Zhuang, heroes don’t judge by age!"

An Chan, highly disappointed, couldn’t bear to listen any longer, decided not to watch, nor disturb.

At this moment, two familiar figures suddenly appeared at the door.

Xue Yuantong called out crisply: "Where’s Boss Yang? Please have Boss Yang come out!"

Lin Zida, seeing it was Xue Yuantong, his gaze involuntarily intensified, remembering when he swept the rural tourism place’s guests at the arcade, undefeated, until violently beaten by Xue Yuantong that day, utterly brutal.

He foresaw that with Xue Yuantong’s intelligence, future developments could be unimaginable, in Lin Zida’s view, human superiority isn’t about family background or looks, but intelligence.

If your intelligence is high enough, you can break all shackles, grasp profound knowledge, what are social classes compared to intelligence, with enough cleverness, you can even leave Earth.

That day he specifically discussed this with Zhuang Jianhui, though Zhuang Jianhui didn’t value it as much, yet considering Xue Yuantong’s terrifying grades, begrudgingly acknowledged.

Once Zhuang Jianhui heard, he ignored the ingratiating Mr. Zhang beside him, declaring: "Here to get the East Star Spot, right? Here it is."

He bent over, lifted a large foam box from beneath the bar counter, which Boss Yang entrusted him with as a minor task.

Xue Yuantong came over, stood on tiptoes, and finally saw the fish inside the foam box clearly.

"Wow, such a beautiful red koi!"

The fish’s color was bright and red, covered in small spots, resembling gemstones.

Zhuang Jianhui sighed: "The fish is East Star Spot, not koi."

Xue Yuantong turned around: "Don’t you think it’s koi?"

Jiang Ning: "It is."

Lin Zida: "Don’t bother persuading girls, you can’t convince them."

Zhuang Jianhui was speechless.

Mr. Zhang said nothing, silently observing Jiang Ning and the others, confused about their origins.

As for An Chan at the door, she originally thought Xue Yuantong came to eat, but rural tourism’s cost isn’t cheap; she had peeked at the menu before and found it quite expensive even for her spending power.