Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

“If I really do make some money…”

“Kid, do you think our family is poor? Never think like that, do you hear me? Your dad and I are just used to saving, but we do have some savings. Let me tell you, your task right now…”

Jiang Qin hastily coughed to interrupt his mother’s lecture: “Mom, long-distance phone calls are actually quite expensive.”

“Beep beep beep—”

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

That was close. A few more words and he probably would have provoked a half-hour long nagging session from his mother. People of their generation always think like this, believing that the world’s wealth has nothing to do with them. They don’t even dare to think about it, as thinking more would be deemed daydreaming.

This reminded Jiang Qin of his former manager, Old Cheng, from his previous life. Cheng had resolutely quit his job to start his own business, only to end up with huge losses. A year later, he was back at his old job.

He used to mutter every day, “A person can never earn money beyond their understanding.”

His parents were just like that, only daring to sigh over those riches, never daring to even think about them.

In other words, for people who start with nothing, besides the difficulty of earning their first pot of gold, the breadth of their vision is also a formidable barrier. If you don’t even dare to think about it, how can you have the courage to earn it?

“Old Zhou, are you busy tonight?” Jiang Qin called out in the dormitory.

Zhou Chao sat up from his bed: “No, what’s up? Is there some activity tonight?”

“Help me distribute some flyers in the dormitory building.”

“?”

Jiang Qin reached under the table and pulled up a large bag of flyers. These were made using Pang Hai’s initial design draft. Although they weren’t as effective as fans, they were definitely useful. After all, using fans for ground promotion was too costly and not sustainable.

Moreover, it was already mid-September. No matter how hot the summer was, it would eventually pass, and distributing fans would then be pointless.

Zhou Chao poked his head out from the bed and glanced at the flyers in the bag: “So many flyers? Won’t my hands fall off from fatigue? You’ll have to treat me to a meal.”

“What would you like to eat?”

“The braised pig’s trotters set meal from the second canteen, twenty-one portions!” After saying this, Zhou Chao felt a bit embarrassed, thinking he might have asked for too much.

Jiang Qin took out thirty yuan from his wallet and handed it to him: “Besides the trotters, I’ll add another ten yuan for duck soup.”

Zhou Chao’s face lit up with joy: “Thanks, Brother Jiang.”

“Look at how cheap you’re acting.”

As Jiang Qin spoke, he put his wallet back in his pocket, thinking to himself that Zhou Chao was still not as good as Guo Zihang in ranking; that guy directly called him ‘foster father’: “Remember to distribute them to every dorm room, don’t miss any.”

“Don’t worry.”

Zhou Chao was full of enthusiasm, jumping off the bed. Jiang Qin thought he was about to start distributing flyers, but instead, Zhou Chao picked up his phone and started making calls, his voice suddenly tinged with a whimper.

“Mom, I’ve got a part-time job and made thirty yuan.”

“Mom, don’t cry, I’ve grown up, I’ll be filial to you and dad.”

After hanging up, Zhou Chao opened his contact list again, scrolling to almost the last name and dialed.

“Hello, Grandpa, I’ve got a part-time job and made thirty!”

“Ah? What about Auntie? No, I said I made thirty from my part-time job!”

After the call with his grandfather, Zhou Chao still looked unsatisfied. After some thought, he dialed another number, his voice deliberately softer.

“Hello, Xiao Yu, how’s college life?”

“I made thirty from my part-time job. Is there anything you want? I’ll buy it for you.”

“Oh, going to take a shower? Okay, then I’ll wait for you.”

Watching Zhou Chao’s triumphant departure, Jiang Qin thought to himself that this guy really was a drama king: “Who’s Xiao Yu?”

Zhou Chao put the phone in his pocket: “A high school classmate. She used to chase after me a lot, but I didn’t accept her for the sake of my studies.”

“6.” (awesome)

Jiang Qin gave a thumbs up, thinking to himself that, considering Zhou Chao’s help with distributing flyers, he wouldn’t expose him for being such an ardent admirer.

Going to take a shower, huh? Hilarious.

After Zhou Chao left the dormitory with the flyers, Cao Guangyu came out of the bathroom, obviously just after applying some medication, and started cursing as soon as he saw Jiang Qin.

He had been recovering for ten days since his surgery, almost ready to get back to his full capacity, but a video had set him back again.

“Old Cao, why haven’t I seen you on my website these past few days? Not fun?”

Cao Guangyu sat down and frowned, “Don’t mention it. I was showing off online a while ago and getting a lot of praise, but recently, for some reason, a bunch of unfamiliar IDs have shown up, asking me if I can’t live without boasting. It’s infuriating.”

Jiang Qin understood; this guy had been schooled by real users: “Wasn’t there someone who said they admired you just a few days ago?”

“Now there’s none left, except for Weiwei. There’s not a single good person on the internet besides her.”

After saying this, Cao Guangyu’s face showed a hint of nostalgia as he opened a webpage and logged into the forum, then clicked on the private message page.

Curious, Jiang Qin leaned over and noticed that the top right corner of the private message window read “Beautiful Weiwei.”

“?”

“Isn’t that nickname a virtual ID used by the backend bot?”

Jiang Qin pondered quietly before moving closer, noticing that Cao Guangyu had been sending private messages to this virtual “Weiwei” for three days.

What’s your major, what year are you in, what kind of guys do you like, do you have aspirations to become a wealthy young matron?

Old Cao was so accustomed to being a fawning admirer that he could keep chatting even when there was no response.

“Is this Weiwei?”

Cao Guangyu raised a confident smile: “Yes, she commented on every post of mine in the past, saying she admired and liked me. She seemed like a pure and kind-hearted girl.”

Jiang Qin felt his scalp tingle: “Why are you sending her so many private messages?”

“To build a relationship. When the time is right, I’ll ask her to meet up. I have a feeling she won’t be less attractive than Hong Yan.”

“Heh, playing it safe with your boasting. Why don’t you say she’s prettier than Feng Nanshu?” Jiang Qin said mockingly.

Cao Guangyu pursed his lips and shook his head after a long while: “Girls like that are too sci-fi, too unreal to be true.”

“But if I’m not mistaken, Miss Weiwei hasn’t even replied with a single punctuation mark.”

“She’s a bit shy,” Cao Guangyu said with a slight smirk.

Jiang Qin felt goosebumps all over: “Old Cao, I advise you to give up early. Don’t get delusional.”

“No, do you remember what I said at the beginning of the semester? Girls these days are too coy. You only have a chance if you take the initiative!”

“…”

Jiang Qin had nothing to say and decided not to burst Cao Guangyu’s bubble.

Others’ first crush in college might be a senior or a junior, or even a classmate for those who like to keep things close to home.

But Cao Guangyu was something else, falling in love with an automatic reply system.

If this was exposed, he probably wouldn’t be able to lift his head in the dormitory again. If Ren Ziqiang found out by accident, the whole Finance Department would know.

Jiang Qin bowed in admiration. Indeed, a cyber boy in a cyber romance; while others are browsing the internet, he’s really into it.

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