“Host, why is Sheng Jingheng’s good opinion level for you still zero? He even took the initiative to talk to you!” Hearing this humble inquiry from 005, Nan Yue smiled and promptly countered with curiosity.
“What do you think his level of likability should be?” “There should be some baseline likability, maybe 5 or 10.” Nan Yue placed both hands in his coat pockets and crossed the street, heading toward the nearby convenience store.
“Ah, Xiao Wu, you’re still too young.” … 005 felt a sudden sense of guilt and turned to ask instead.
Host, are you really not considering how to defeat Sheng Jingheng? I have all his information—including secrets no one else knows! “Not given for free?” “Well… it’s inexpensive—just 100 Spirit Stones!” “100? That’s not much?” She only received 100 Spirit Stones after completing a main quest.
Nan Yue gave a sneering laugh and refused outright and decisively; after that, 005 once again withdrew into himself.
Nan Yue paid no mind to it; he pushed open the convenience store door, walked through rows of shelves, feeling both a sense of nostalgia and unfamiliarity.
In the end, I still hadn’t decided what to buy, so I went to the checkout counter and bought a few skewers of kanto-don.
This is the only thing that’s still warm in this store.
She picked up another bottle of water and went to pay. Nan Yue scanned the QR code as she remembered, while also checking her balance.
It’s less than 600 yuan in Alipay and over 200 yuan in WeChat.
If I recall correctly, there wasn’t a single cent left in her bank account—this year she had turned eighteen, and her family stopped providing her living expenses.
Moreover, the art school I was originally enrolled in is a five-year program with two years remaining, yet my family has completely decided not to cover the tuition fees.
It’s been over two months since school started, and the money I earned from my summer job wasn’t enough to cover tuition fees—so I was automatically expelled.
After sorting out her thoughts, Nan Yue couldn’t help but admire him inwardly; she had no time to notice the cashier’ s stealthily glances at her flickering eyes, and her ears were still slightly flushed.
The convenience store had a designated dining area, so Nam Viet didn’t go outside to enjoy the breeze; instead, he sat down and slowly sipped at food whose taste he had long forgotten.
While eating, I opened a search engine on my phone, looked up several keywords, and then realized something important.
“Xiao Wu, does this world really exist?” “Host, were you also a modern person before? This must be another parallel universe!” Nan Yue nodded thoughtfully. No wonder everything felt both familiar and strange—it wasn’t just because they’d been apart for so long.
However, before she entered the world of cultivation, she had indeed died completely and could not return.
“Hosts, you cultivators—do you still practice divination or face reading?” “We’ve learned a bit, but nothing compares to my third senior brother’s expertise.” He asked this precisely because Qi Xi and Luo Wenshan were not destined to suffer misfortune without reason.
It’s just that whenever they harbor ill intent toward her, she simply takes it out on them in return.
As for taking revenge on his original self? Nan Yue hadn’t given it any thought—his original self was so cowardly that there was nothing to sympathize with or pity.
Still, she asked the question offhand.
“Is my original self really dead?” “Don’t worry, host—my soul has been integrated into the Wish System and will be sent to other worlds according to my abilities!” How could someone who’s struggling in their own life actually fulfill others’ wishes? Nan Yue shrugged, put down her phone, and focused on eating hot pot.
I’m not sure if it’s because I haven’t eaten warm food in a while, but even though it wasn’t particularly fresh, it still tasted quite delicious.
When the phone suddenly vibrated, Nan Yue glanced at the unknown call number on the screen. After a moment’s hesitation, she tapped to answer and held the phone close to her ear.
“Hello, may I ask if you are Miss Nanyue?” “Yes.” “I’m Kang Cheng from Hongyu Media. I’d like to discuss the signing details with you. Is one o’clock tomorrow afternoon available?”