I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2123 - 1363: Cherish Life (2)

A. Light

B. As salty as seawater

C. Saltier than seawater

The International School truly stands out; Boss Jiang had never come across a question like this in his life.

Is this the kind of fun mixed with education they talk about?

Beneath the piercing stare of Martial Saint, Jiang Chen swiftly provided the correct response.

"A."

"Light?"

Martial Saint struggled to wrap his head around it, finding it astonishing, yet Jiang Chen's stellar showing earlier made him hold back from doubting.

"Bro, have you ever visited Antarctica?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then, have you ever sampled Antarctic ice?"

Hauling icebergs from Antarctica was once proposed as a venture, with folks actually considering it.

"No."

Jiang Chen refused again.

"So how could you tell it's light?"

"The ice floating in the Antarctic Ocean mostly comes from glaciers on the Antarctic continent cracking and drifting into the sea. Those glaciers build up from vast snow layers compressed by gravity, and snow arises from water vapor condensing directly, carrying virtually no salt. Thus, when this floating ice melts, it turns into fresh water, tasting exactly like regular fresh water."

Sounds reasonable.

It appears so basic and effortless, yet why didn't I figure it out on my own?

"The point of studying is to help you learn about spots you might never visit. Naturally, if you get the opportunity to head to Antarctica someday, you can test it out yourself."

With that said, Jiang Chen pivoted and headed toward Daoist Sister, who was glued to the TV.

Martial Saint gazed after him without trailing along; instead, he grabbed his pen once more, corrected his answer, and pressed on with his assignments, his young and striking features now carrying a sharper concentration.

In truth.

As a sister figure, she ought to express some gratitude to him too.

Daoist Duanmu's tastes in viewing had shifted without her realizing, as the TV now displayed modern sleuths in action rather than ancient warriors bounding over rooftops or wielding leaves and petals as weapons.

Even with her furrowed forehead and evident concerns, it aligned with popular trends.

Daoist Sister was adapting to the current times at a Shrinking Ground speed.

Her sense of what to watch had evolved accordingly.

She likely wouldn't pose those naive queries anymore about whether the feats shown on TV were genuine.

Still.

Does this kind of progress count as positive or negative?

"Shows like this don't really suit you."

Jiang Chen settled down close by.

A suspense-filled series with standalone episodes—that's what Tanki Liuli had on, featuring the discovery of an unknown woman's body in an urban park. Not just killed, but the murderer had artfully posed it as a statue, placing it openly in a busy spot.

Such a twisted storyline grabs viewers' attention, but for Daoist Duanmu, achieving any real connection to it proves challenging.

Forget about injury or mistreatment; what offender would ever strut so boldly before her?

Even a top-tier soldier would fall into orderly step without resistance.

"Your girlfriend mentioned it helps build caution."

The mention of girlfriend nearly threw Jiang Chen off balance; he clamped his mouth shut and paused for a long moment.

"...She makes a valid case. You've watched The Return of the Condor Heroes and Little Dragon Maiden, haven't you? Her skills are top-notch, but she still falls for a schemer's tricks."

Alright.

That flipped her view fast.

Yet Boss Jiang wasn't merely playing along with his girlfriend; he held a sensible outlook as well.

Regardless of Tanki Liuli's formidable abilities, staying alert to people's dark sides isn't harmful.

That said.

Does she grasp what girlfriend actually signifies?

Jiang Chen arranged the magazines he'd grabbed from the coffee table, lounged back on the couch, and joined Daoist Sister in viewing the screen, savoring the relaxed afternoon. For some reason, this intense program felt unusually novel, lulling him into sleep before he knew it.

During that time, Martial Saint stopped by to look, chose not to wake him, and upon stirring awake again, the sunlight had turned to a warm evening glow.

He looked to the side.

Well.

Daoist Duanmu remained fixated on the TV, as if nothing had shifted.

Jiang Chen straightened up, yawned and stretched.

"Bro, Sister Shuru's home."

Martial Saint announced.

This boy was still at his studies.

Such a dedicated young man.

With him around, the kid probably had no reason to put on an act, did he?

"I've called in some food; it ought to arrive any minute."

At the sound, Jiang Chen glanced toward the staircase, spotting Li Shuru coming down, likely freshened up in new attire, slippers on, embracing a casual at-home vibe.

Jiang Chen rose, flashed a warm smile, opened his arms wide, "Come here for a hug."

Martial Saint acted like he hadn't noticed.

Tanki Liuli showed even less interest.

Apparently, only Li Shuru, as the homeowner, appeared a touch reserved. She shot him a look before approaching to position herself next to the unusually attentive Martial Saint that day.

"Let's tidy up; dinner's almost here."

"Sure."

The meal got brought straight to the door.

The delivery staff even wore formal suits.

"Preparing meals is truly a craft; splurging on delivery is money well spent."

Martial Saint eyed Jiang Chen with surprise.

He'd intentionally kept this from Sister Shuru to dodge any issues.

Now all his careful planning was wasted.

As expected.

Sister Shuru picked up on it, "What did you all eat for lunch?"

With the secret out, Martial Saint had no choice but to admit, "My sister dropped by this morning."

As he talked, he stole a quick peek at Jiang Chen.

My bro.

That's some real guts.

A guy doesn't always need to be that direct.

"Why keep it from me?"

Li Shuru would surely recall Lan Peizhi after just one meeting.

"She didn't stay long, so no big deal."

Jiang Chen replied smoothly and without effort.

"Did Miss Lan handle the cooking?"

Li Shuru caught the clue; though their chats were limited, she had a basic sense of Blood Guanyin's notoriety by now.

"Er..."

Martial Saint jumped in to clarify, "Don't fault Brother Jiang Chen; he only showed up after we'd started eating."

What a thoughtful little brother... or maybe little uncle.

Jiang Chen pushed it ahead, "If I'd realized sooner, I'd have flipped through a magazine at the airport. Good thing you weren't back; her dishes aren't exactly top-shelf."

"Bro, it's already a feat that my sister cooks at all."

Martial Saint shot back.

Jiang Chen agreed, sticking to facts without blurring lines.

"Fair enough."

"As a visitor, having Miss Lan cook herself is thoughtful, and even if it lacks flavor, you shouldn't comment on it."

Li Shuru duly pointed out the flaw.

It wasn't baseless judgment.

Sharing a homemade meal from Blood Guanyin herself counts as a rare privilege.

But for Boss Jiang, it's merely food, nothing worth boasting.

Forget underdone bites.

Even Lan Peizhi's spit, to him...

Wait.

Drifting off course.

"Aren't you worried Martial Saint might spill it?"

Once the meal wrapped up, in the first-floor tea area, Li Shuru murmured.

"Didn't you hear the proverb, 'Close neighbors beat distant kin'?"

Jiang Chen reclined, cradling his tea with one hand, utterly relaxed.

"I just know folks who've crossed Miss Lan tend to meet bad ends." Li Shuru took a sip of tea, her tone even, like idle talk.

Jiang Chen stayed composed, "That's all hype; nothing so extreme. Some are just spreading rumors about her on purpose. She even wanted me to pass on thanks for looking after Martial Saint. Spend real time with her, and you'll see she's pretty level-headed."

This assessment...

If Lan Peizhi heard it straight from him, she might flush with embarrassment.

"Martial Saint's been here ages, and she's only come once. Think we'll ever really connect?"

Jiang Chen acted deaf to that, then inquired, "Since when did you pick up so much on tea rituals?"

Li Shuru couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Why so on edge?"

Jiang Chen blinked in confusion, "When did I seem on edge?"

Li Shuru dipped her gaze, lifted the pot, thumb lightly pressing the lid while her left hand gripped the bottom firmly; the tea streamed down in a steady pour, lifted and lowered thrice in a classic Phoenix nod.

"A woman like Miss Lan resembles lava—seething, scorching lava; anyone who values their life steers clear."

Jiang Chen held quiet, observing his girlfriend serve the tea in silence, then lifted his cup for a taste.

"Excellent."