Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1641 - 895: Twice as Lucky (Part 2)

Right next to him, Jiang Ning remarked: "It means she’s awesome to death."

Chen Siyu basked in total comfort; no one made her feel better than Jiang Ning.

Cui Yu: "Didn't you get beaten by me in the game earlier? What's that supposed to mean? You looking down on me? Not intending to show your true abilities?"

Chen Siyu: "Go take a look at your QQ Farm."

Cui Yu: "?"

Jiang Ning: "You’re lousy to death."

Cui Yu opened his mouth yet couldn't utter a retort, fuming as he switched computers and dashed off to grind practice.

Guo Kunnan observed Cui Yu's sudden change and felt profoundly moved: ’Brother Yu, back when you were all cocky, I warned you against ridiculing Chen Siyu, but you ignored every word—just like now, you're struck speechless, not a single comeback.’

’Bottom line, stay humble!’

Only a reliably kind-hearted fellow like him sticks by you during rock bottom to climb back up, and shares the laughs in the jianghu at your highest!

Guo Kunnan whipped out the Dove milk chocolate he'd prepared earlier, beaming widely: "Chen Siyu, congrats, MVP!"

Chen Siyu responded politely: "Thanks! But no need for the chocolate!"

She wasn't some drowsy foodie!

Chen Siyu knew her limits—taking gifts without giving back just racks up debts; she wouldn't invite her boss home for meals just to snag a promotion!

Guo Kunnan chuckled: "Hey, just take it; it's a present from your classmate to celebrate your win!"

Chen Siyu hesitated a little: "I don’t eat chocolate."

Guo Kunnan grinned: "Come on, take it!"

After pondering briefly, Chen Siyu agreed: "Fine, then I'll buy you instant noodles next time."

Watching her take the chocolate filled Guo Kunnan with pure joy.

The very next moment, Chen Siyu passed the chocolate to Jiang Ning: "I don’t really eat this stuff; you take it."

Jiang Ning chuckled: "Thanks."

Chen Siyu: "Haha, thank Guo Kunnan from our class instead! He’s super nice."

’Oof, that stings!’ Guo Kunnan slipped away, quieter than even Cui Yu.

…

Class 8 group chat.

Chen Siyu posted her victory message in the group, starting with thanks to Tongtong for dragging her into the game, then to Jiang Ning for the online invite, followed by gratitude to all the praisers, and topped it off with a 20 yuan red packet.

Back in high school, aside from rich kids, that amount was generous. These days, red packets often drop just pennies—barely enough to cover data costs after snagging one.

"Whoa, massive—3.5 yuan!" Zhang Chi's luck went nuclear, "Tomorrow's spicy soup with two fat dumplings, locked in."

Jiang Yanan: "Scored a whole yuan—perfect for millet porridge, thanks!"

"DYING, check Chai Wei snagging a penny lol." Yu Wen roasted him.

Wang Yan Yan: "Dude's forever scamming snacks and drinks!"

Chai Wei's temples throbbed; he swore under his breath: "Just you wait, I'll wreck this world!"

The group buzzed with jokes for a bit, Chai Wei the punchline, before the chatter died down.

Dong Qingfeng offered a cool breakdown: "Chen Siyu, if you're genuinely crushing it, level up those skills—pro gaming's got real potential."

Xin Youling chimed in: "Gaming feels shaky long-term; miss the money peak, and you're screwed later."

Wang Longlong muttered privately: ’So rigid!’

Duan Shigang: "No biggie—for girls, marriage down the line is key; career stuff's secondary."

Wang Longlong noted privately: ’Old-school conservative.’

Pang Jiao: "Pfft, why slum it with those gross gamers!"

Duan Shigang: "Who reeks worse than you?"

Pang Jiao: "You sampled it?"

Xin Youling cringed hard, nasty visuals flashing; she muted the pair quick before the fight blew up.

Around cute girls, Dong Qingfeng stayed big-hearted, advising: "If you're serious about this route, skip internet cafes—get a PC at home."

Liu Chuandao bristled at Dong Qingfeng, firing back: "A home PC beats cafe costs?"

Dong Qingfeng smirked: "Bro, you know current net fees are brutal? Her spot, Yucai Cafe, runs four or five yuan hourly. Hundred-yuan top-up vanishes fast. Plus, tracking every minute like a beggar—is that girl-friendly?"

Dong Qingfeng ranted on excitedly: "PCs are cheap now, unless it's mine—GTX970, i5 4200, 500W PSU..."

Chen Siyu gaped in shock: "A 500,000-watt power supply! Damn, Dong Qingfeng, loaded much? Can't swing that—I'm broke, totally broke!"

Dong Qingfeng went silent.

Jiang Ningle, the dummy twins, even muted Zhan Lang.

…

Back at the internet cafe.

After the brutal blow, Guo Kunnan questioned his very existence; his perfect Dao Heart plunged into chaos.

He retreated to a remote corner, fired up a solo machine, chowed down on instant noodles from boss Xiao Yu, and zoned out staring at the hall.

Perhaps at life's nadir, fortune flips—like Cui Yu versus Nie Ze.

Suddenly, a duckbill-hatted girl plopped into the seat left of Guo Kunnan.

Guo Kunnan first dismissed it as a hallucination.

He'd dreamed of a 165cm, 45kg beauty materializing nearby, wafting milky scent, shyly whispering to him...

Yet here she was. Beneath the hat, her cheeks flushed like post-workout glow.

"Hi, mind booting a PC for me?" She tilted her chin up.

In the faint glow, Guo Kunnan finally clocked her face—that timeless, elegant vibe stunned him rigid, Dao Heart thumping wildly, nearly shattering into ascension.

He whispered hoarsely: "Zhou Jinglan! You!"

Fourth Middle School forum star, Li Yi’s Bar name-dropper—her guzheng New Year's show had floored masses.

Zhou Jinglan jumped: "You recognize me?"

Then she clocked him as familiar too, seen him around but name escaped.

Guo Kunnan's pulse raced: "Guo Kunnan here!"

Without pause, he grabbed buddy Brother Quan's account and set her up.

Zhou Jinglan signed in, tapped League of Legends.

Guo Kunnan blurted: "I'm Platinum—duo?"

Words out, her Diamond frame gleamed.

Zhou Jinglan: "No worries, normals if ranked won't queue."

Game loaded; Guo Kunnan picked beloved Demacia, Zhou Jinglan support Annie.

Thus began Guo Kunnan's blissful duo, mouse gripped, Demacia onscreen—he swore he caught her scent.

Side-glancing, her pointed chin struck him; recalling her guzheng mastery at New Year's, reality felt unreal.

Even dreamier than his fantasies—he pinched himself, suspecting sleep.

Guo Kunnan's skills were meh; distraction piled errors.

Dudes gonna dude—solo gods flop hard duoing girls.

Guo Kunnan mumbled sorry: "Sorry, nerves."

"No prob," Zhou Jinglan said—guys always jittery around her, self-sabotaging; old hat.

Base recall for gear, she peeked at the entrance—spotting incoming figures, her serene expression drained white.

…

Net cafe boss Xiao Yu eyed the flirty girl ahead—leopard mini-skirt, nude tights mid-winter—puzzled yet courteous: "Hello, here to surf?"

Leopard girl swept the pulsing lights inside, frowning: "Not surfing—hunting someone."

Xiao Yu nodded to the front desk screen: "Volume low please, match ongoing."

Before leopard could reply, her yellow-haired goon sneered: "Match? Bull!"

The yellow-haired goon barked: "Fan out, snag that bitch!"