I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2619 - 1637: Great Compassion Mantra_2

Still the same words.

No need to be overly serious.

In the adult world, dignity is more important.

Fang Qing didn’t press the issue, shifting the topic, "Wasn’t I also there that day? We even drank together."

"It was after the drinking."

"..."

Fang Qing was silent.

Indeed.

Such things couldn’t possibly happen in her presence.

"Are you saying it was that night, after I went back?"

"Uh-huh——"

Jiang Chen slightly lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as a mosquito.

Fang Qing frowned, her eyes showing a hint of recollection, "Didn’t you guys let me go back first that day, saying you were going to play billiards?"

Whoops~

Jiang Chen suddenly lifted his head, unable to help recalling the lines of that kid, Martial Saint.

Qing Gege’s memory is even freaky! Is her brain a computer? Able to retrieve information by event, even easily recalling the excuses they gave.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

Fang Qing met his gaze.

Someone snapped back to reality, once again recognizing Qing Mei’s terrifying talent, and quickly said, "You know, it wasn’t me who said it."

Mhm.

Using billiards as a pretext wasn’t started by him.

"Where did you guys go?"

Facing the super brain, Jiang Chen left behind any slim hopes, "The street by the north gate."

Wouldn’t it have been better to be honest from the start?

"The flowers in the north of the city have bloomed for a few winters and summers, how are you in the south of the city..."

Fang Qing suddenly hummed a song,

This song was originally very warm and tender, but listening to it right now, why does it feel a bit unbearable to watch?

The smile Jiang Chen forced out was rather stiff.

"Didn’t you initially say you refused?"

Fang Qing stopped singing, lying slantwise on the bed, neither warm nor cold.

People should base themselves on honesty.

One lie requires countless others to cover, and if one piece goes wrong, the whole thing falls apart.

Even though Jiang Chen was no match, he didn’t forget to struggle one last time, "I did say I wouldn’t go, but they insisted on dragging me there, saying something about Tie Jun going to join the army, and we wouldn’t know how long until we’d meet again, I really couldn’t refuse."

Such a commonly used template.

Fang Qing calmly ignored his reasons and only acknowledged the outcome, "So you went?"

Jiang Chen said nothing.

"Playing quite wildly, huh."

Fang Qing chuckled, "I was naive enough to think you guys actually went to play billiards that day. You kept your mouth quite tight."

She used to think this guy wouldn’t lie to her, apparently, she was too confident.

Men, only when hung on the wall can you truly rest assured.

"How was it? Did you have fun?"

Even though there were no signs of displeasure on Qing Gege’s face, seemingly just genuinely wanting to hear old stories, how could Jiang Chen be fooled by appearances? He swiftly shook his head.

"I was just singing."

Isn’t that avoiding the question?

Qing Gege was asking if you were happy, not what you did, and with Qing Gege’s ability to dissect, you’d think she wouldn’t catch the slip.

"I know, on the surface it’s just a KTV, right? Were the girls who sang with you pretty?"

"I didn’t request any."

Jiang Chen immediately replied, looking at Fang Qing with sincere and innocent eyes.

"You were already there; you didn’t request any? You didn’t even have to pay."

"I really didn’t."

Boss Jiang’s face seemed to truly show a hint of a bittersweet smile, perfectly calibrated, if this were a movie, it would definitely be a textbook shot.

"How old was I back then, especially the first time going to a place like that, how could I have dared."

"If you didn’t pick any, would Fu Zili and the others spare you?"

Another trap being laid.

If you step into it, you’re caught, fortunately, Jiang Chen, who had been led by the nose, finally became clear-headed for once, "Going itself was already a gesture of brotherhood, that night I had planned to go back and study."

Senior year in high school, the pressure is immense, everyone’s racing against time to prepare for college entrance exams, of course, this refers to the group with good grades hoping to get into a top university.

Boss Jiang at the time, due to family changes and his mother’s departure, had long since shed his initial rebelliousness, studying was the only lifeline he could cling to, in some way, or realistically speaking, he probably worked even harder than a prodigy like Fang Qing!

So when he said he was revising, it wasn’t necessarily just blowing smoke.

"Yeah, that’s really brotherly."

Faced with this reasoning, others might burst into laughter, but Fang Qing didn’t laugh, she even nodded, "Not revising to be there for a brother’s farewell, sacrificing the small self for the greater self."

She had a look of solemn respect.

Fang Qing didn’t laugh, but Jiang Chen almost did.

"It was just that one time."

Jiang Chen restrained himself, trying not to make it a big deal.

"So you really didn’t request any? You just sat there singing while watching them play?"

Jiang Chen nodded resolutely, "I really didn’t."

To make his words more convincing, he added, "Think about it, I was only a senior in high school then, and those girls, were at least as old as us, isn’t it a waste to spend money on women so much older? Even if it wasn’t my money, you can’t treat other people’s money like it’s not money."

Estimated.

That’s probably the honest truth, right?

Suddenly, Fang Qing became quiet, didn’t speak, just stared at him.

Jiang Chen was somewhat unnerved by the stare, "Wha...t?"

"Is twenty-six or twenty-seven really that old?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was stunned, caught off guard.

What kind of thought process is this?

No matter what kind of woman, there seem to be areas, like sometimes what they focus on is completely baffling.

"For me at the time, wasn’t it?"

Seventeen or eighteen, compared to twenty-six or twenty-seven, yeah, it’s almost a whole cycle older.

Fang Qing turned away, lying back down, and suddenly, inexplicably a bit melancholic, staring at the ceiling, "It’s been so long."

Jiang Chen slightly exhaled, tugging at his collar.

This topic was finally glossed over.

Almost broke into a sweat.

To prevent the subject from looping back, he went along with it, "Who isn’t, maybe with another blink, we’ll hit middle age, just like the song Xu Shangao sang at the end, when the autumn leaves finally turn golden, when the temples quietly turn gray, when we no longer busy ourselves, when the heart no longer rages, when all sorrows are let go, when all vicissitudes are understood."

What’s going on.

Jumping so much like this?

How did it suddenly escalate to such a level?

Weren’t we just talking about high school singing at commercial KTV?

No,

That era didn’t have the concept of commercial KTV, and even the street in the north part of town wasn’t much, just small workshops.

Fu Zili then was just a young man in society; couldn’t afford high-end places.

Thinking back.

Comparing everyone’s current life and achievements.

Indeed, truly quite thought-provoking.

The air quieted down.

Jiang Chen lifted the quilt, lay on his own bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling like Qing Gege.

Emotions are indeed contagious.

A minute.

Two minutes.

Jiang Chen turned his head, startled.

"Not asleep yet."

Fang Qing was lying face up, eyes straight open, suddenly pulling back the quilt and sitting up.

When she got up, Jiang Chen followed suit.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Someone asked as well.

Fang Qing looked at him.

"I need to pee."

"..."

Jiang Chen lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Fang Qing’s eyes shifted unpredictably.

"...what?"

"Going out to give you privacy."

Jiang Chen said naturally, made a gesture to leave.

"Thud!"

A beautiful leg stretched from her bathrobe, unceremoniously kicking his butt, this time with real force, Jiang Chen toppled onto the bed, losing one of his non-woven slippers, luckily his waistband was tied tight, otherwise, he’d embarrass himself.

Fang Qing walked away, entering the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Chen finally realized, standing in the hallway earlier wasn’t really a punishment.

No way was he going to peek.

"Plop."

Kicking away the other slipper.

Sliding back onto bed, Jiang Chen grabbed the quilt, covered his head, blocking out unavoidable hearing.

"Namo, Hara Tadna, Darya Daya..."

The Great Compassion Mantra echoed inside the quilt.