Xu Qian and Meng Ziqiu drove away from Sansui, a very quiet and peaceful town, the next day.
On the way back to Weicheng, Xu Qian couldn't help but ask Meng Ziqiu why his father hadn't asked how they met. Wasn't the other man curious?
Meng Ziqiu turned to look at Xu Qian, his expression surprisingly calm and composed. "The Meng family members are very superstitious. Your existence tells them that the matter of the mountain spirit is real. As for how we met, that will also be attributed to fate."
This was the first time Xu Qian had heard Meng Ziqiu speak so seriously, and he was quite taken aback for a moment.
"...Can I ask you a question?" Meng Ziqiu suddenly said.
"What's the problem?"
"Why? Why investigate all this? Wouldn't it be better to just live a peaceful life now?" Since meeting Xu Qian, Meng Ziqiu has learned a lot about him. Xu Qian is now living a very peaceful life, even like any modern person. However, he seems to care a lot about the past and is always searching for some answer.
"Yes..." Why investigate all this? Actually, Xu Qian himself wanted to know. Half a year had passed since he left the mountain, and in those six months he had encountered many puzzling things. Every single thing seemed to be related to him, but he didn't know why. The only thing he was certain of was that neither his master nor his thirteenth senior brother wanted him to know any of this.
Xu Qian knew very well that the proverb "curiosity killed the cat" was true, but people always seem to be endlessly courting death.
Meng Ziqiu didn't press for an answer, and instead asked him, "What are your plans afterward? Will you continue the investigation?"
Xu Qian looked out the car window and hummed in agreement. What exactly does a gap of nearly a thousand years mean? Although he didn't know if he could find the answer in the end, continuing to investigate was what he wanted to do most right now.
“Alright, let’s investigate then. I’ll go with you!” Meng Ziqiu’s tone was quite firm this time, unlike his previous nonchalant attitude.
Xu Qian smiled and replied, "Okay."
Meng Ziqiu smiled too. He turned on the car stereo and played a very popular song that was recently released by Guangyi Music.
While listening to the song, Xu Qian suddenly remembered that he had another job he almost forgot about: when was the music video for Guangyi filmed?
He looked down and scrolled through WeChat, found his chat with Yan Lang, and discovered that the plan was for Thursday, which was the day after tomorrow.
Seeing his hurried appearance, Meng Ziqiu asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Xu Qian shook his head. "No, I was just thinking about work the day after tomorrow."
“Your…face, remember.” Meng Ziqiu was referring to Xu Qian’s current face, which was even more striking than the face of that working-class guy in the entertainment industry.
"Yes, I know." Xu Qian subconsciously touched his hand. In terms of looks, his aura was quite good, after all, it was a large size and he took the most care in raising it.
Two hours later, the two returned to the micro-city.
Xu Qian had already switched back to his vest by this time.
After dropping the person off at home, Meng Ziqiu was about to drive away again. This time, he was really going to the gym. He hadn't been there for a while and didn't know how it was going or if he had gained any more clients.
"I can go up by myself, you go do your thing."
Alright!
After Meng Ziqiu left, Xu Qian didn't go straight back. He went to the convenience store downstairs and bought two bottles of mint water. He had drunk this water at school and thought it tasted pretty good, especially since it was perfect for summer.
The convenience store downstairs had a new clerk, a young man who clearly recognized Xu Qian when he paid. He cautiously asked if he could take a photo with him, and Xu Qian readily agreed, taking a picture with him and getting his autograph.
"Thank you so much!"
Xu Qian shook his head and smiled, then left the convenience store with the water.
But shortly after Xu Qian left, the new employee posted the group photo on Weibo.
—[Picture] I encountered this while working part-time, and I have no regrets in this life!
[What kind of chosen one are you?!]
Why do you get to meet your idol at your part-time job?
We are different, we are really different~
[I'd like to ask about Lao Xu's personal style; that hat is really nice.]
[Joyce's 'N' series, over 100 yuan, worth buying!]
[Okay! Got the same style!]
[What is Lao Xu holding? What brand of water is it?]
[I know this! It's the iced mint water from Jinghu Lake! It's super delicious! A summer essential!]
[Joyce, send money! Jinghu, send money!]
Just like that, a perfectly good fan group instantly veered off-topic, shifting from photos with their idols to the same products their idols use. After all, celebrities are top-notch at driving sales, otherwise they wouldn't have such high endorsement fees.
Oh, this money has nothing to do with Xu Qian himself, after all, he's just a nobody in the entertainment industry.
After returning home, Xu Qian checked the refrigerator and found that there was not much food left. He then took his keys and went downstairs to the supermarket to buy groceries.
Taking advantage of this lull, he switched the perspective back to the school.
After standing at attention for several days, Qin You and his group had a new task—practicing military boxing.
This is much more interesting than standing at attention. All 40 students in the class are paired up to supervise and imitate each other.
Qin You and Fu Tianlei were on the same team. The team was divided according to student ID numbers, and since Qin You was number 1 and Fu Tianlei was number 2, they were naturally grouped together.
But as a teammate, Fu Tianlei felt a little bitter because Qin You was just too 'dazzling'. It was one thing for him to attract the attention of girls, but even the instructors liked to take care of him. As a result, Fu Tianlei himself was also taken care of several times.
God knows how much he wanted to slack off!
"Shall we take a break?" Qin You noticed that he didn't look too well, so he stopped the conversation.
"Okay, okay." Fu Tianlei was so tired that he could barely speak. He had to take back what he had said about military boxing being interesting. It wasn't interesting at all; it was clearly much more difficult than he had imagined!
Qin You looked at the other person's face and noticed that his lips were a little bluish-purple. Then, remembering that the other person seemed to have eaten little at noon, he asked him, "Have you been feeling unwell lately?"
Fu Tianlei gazed helplessly at the sky and murmured, "I haven't felt well a single day since military training began..."
"..." Qin You coughed and patted his shoulder. "Let me see your hands. Have you been feeling palpitations or anything like that lately?"
"A little bit, what's wrong?" Fu Tianlei replied, stretching out his hand, which was also slightly bruised.
"Does anyone in your family have heart disease?" Qin You asked him.
"No!" Fu Tianlei panicked and quickly sat up. He looked at his own hand, just like Qin You's, and compared it to Qin You's. It was obviously not normal.
Qin You is, after all, a puppet, so it's hard to say what might happen. However, Fu Tianlei's temperature is a bit high. "Go to the medical office later and ask them to give you a sick leave certificate. It would be good for you to go to the hospital for a check-up."
"Is it...is it very serious?" Fu Tianlei stammered in fright.
"You seem to be a bit short of breath and have a slight fever. You should go to the hospital for a checkup, especially for your heart," Qin You said, repeating his previous statement.
Fu Tianlei stared at him blankly, then nodded and agreed without asking any further questions.
At 5:30 p.m., the day's training ended.
Qin You accompanied Fu Tianlei directly to the school's medical office. Fu Tianlei answered the school doctor's questions one by one, especially since he had a bit of a cold today and occasionally felt palpitations and his heart rate was a little fast.
"You didn't run here, did you?" the school doctor said after listening to the heart rate.
Qin You shook his head in help, "We walked here at a normal pace."
The school doctor hesitated for a moment, but still decided to give Fu Tianlei a sick leave note, saying, "Have your family take you to the hospital for a check-up."
Fu Tianlei swallowed hard and said "okay," then suddenly felt a little nervous.
Soon, the two left the infirmary with a sick leave slip and some cold medicine.
Qin You glanced at him and offered some words of comfort, "Don't be too nervous, you'll know once you go to the hospital."
"Hmm..." Fu Tianlei would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but he also understood that such nervousness was meaningless.
"Let's go get something to eat, something light," Qin You said again.
Fu Tianlei nodded again, "Oh right, thank you, Qin You."
"It's nothing."
Fu Tianlei remembered something and asked, "Is it true that your cousin studied pharmacology, as some online sources say?"
Qin You blinked, the word 'cousin' made him pause for a moment, but he quickly realized that it referred to himself. "Yes."
"Did you learn it too?" the other person asked again.
"I... just a little bit." Qin You didn't make any definitive statements, after all, this was just a puppet.
"Oh, so your whole family is learning this? Did your brother learn it too?" He was referring to Meng Liangchen.
"He didn't..."
"Oh, I see..." Fu Tianlei's tone was casual, probably trying to ease his tension through conversation.
Qin You readily found a topic that could be discussed at length, and gestured with his chin forward, "We're at the cafeteria, what would you like to eat?"
"We've arrived. How about you? I don't have any particular thoughts..."
"Pork rib noodles, please. There's not much rice left..."
"Then I'll have pork rib noodles too."
After dinner, Fu Tianlei went to the school's small supermarket and bought a box of blueberries and a box of purple grapes, both of which are good for the heart.
Qin You didn't find anything surprising. The desire to live is a basic human instinct. You won't understand until it happens to you. All he could do was buy a few apples.
"I have some black tea in my dorm, why don't you take a few packets back with you?" Before going upstairs, Qin You remembered that Meng Ziqiu had given him some black tea in his dorm. It seemed to be a specialty tea from Changshai Mountain, and he said it was quite expensive. He had drunk it a few times and thought it was alright.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Fu Tianlei followed him up to the second floor of the dormitory without saying a word.
This was Fu Tianlei's first time visiting another dormitory. After all, they were all freshmen and had only been in school for a short time. They weren't that close, just people who had met before.
Each dormitory room is for six people, but Fu Tianlei noticed Qin You's bed at first glance. It was exceptionally clean. Over the past few days, he had a feeling that Qin You was a bit of a germaphobe, so he guessed that it was this bunk bed.
And that is indeed the case.
Qin You's germaphobia was indeed a bit prominent in the boys' dormitory, but fortunately he wasn't the kind of person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the relationships between people in the dormitory were very peaceful.
Qin You gave Fu Tianlei a box of black tea, which contained about ten small packets. Each brewing would use about half of a packet.
"Thanks, I'm going back to take a shower now, it's so hot."
"What? What is that?" Fang Zhe came over to see what was going on.
"Would you like some black tea?" Qin You handed him a small packet.
"I don't want the tea," Fang Zhe said, looking quite disgusted.
Ren Wei moved his chair over, "Can I have one too? I want to try it!"
"Here you go." Qin You didn't mind and handed him a pack, then went to get another one for himself.
What Qin You didn't know was that Ren Wei didn't brew the tea right away after taking it. Instead, he took out his phone and searched for the price of the tea—1:1!
One gram costs one yuan! This bag contains five grams, which is five yuan!
Tsk, they really are rich...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
