Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1645 - 897: Playing Among Mortals (Part 2)

After he copied and pasted it, Zhang Chi's message showed up in the class group chat.

"I think Lu Qiqi is right, Zhou Jinglan was the third party first, I don’t know what you are arguing about? (five yuan per message)."

The class group chat instantly blew up, Dong Qingfeng: "Damn, Lu Qiqi, you’re amazing, did you hire Zhang Chi?"

Wang Yong: "Laughing, I can’t take it."

Song Sheng: "Unbelievable!"

Even folks quietly backing Lu Qiqi inside felt disdain for her moves, calling them way too reckless!

"It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it!" Lu Qiqi frantically typed back.

Ma Shicheng: "Hahaha."

Lu Qiqi found herself unable to explain, since she hadn't reached out to Zhang Chi whatsoever!

...

Nine o'clock at night.

Half an hour later, Chen Siyu, full of fiery vigor earlier, reverted to her average skills, utterly crushed by the AI.

Time's getting late; better head back home.

Chen Siyu's face fell into gloom again.

Cui Yu and his crew were in a game with Zhou Jinglan, where he blurted out in shock: "Whoa, your skills are that amazing?"

He glanced over and caught sight of Zhou Jinglan's snowy-white, slender fingers dancing across the keys with graceful poise, like strumming a musical piece.

'No wonder she plays the guzheng,' Cui Yu pondered silently, yet his gaze locked onto Jiang Yanan—the uncharted territory of his pal Meng Gui—which he'd claim for himself!

This mission went beyond mere romance!

While controlling Annie, Zhou Jinglan still squeezed in some in-game chat: "Let’s go have some hot pot after this match ends."

Guo Kunnan waited with bated breath.

Right then, a stir erupted at the net cafe entrance, drawing all eyes to the hat-clad cop!

Zhou Jinglan grew uneasy: 'Did someone snitch on me while I was cornered?'

The thought made her rise to clarify things.

But the young manager beat her to it, rushing up with a greeting: "Hello, our internet café is Boss Wei’s..."

The cop furrowed his brow instead: "Nobody move, someone reported a bunch of minors surfing here, we're doing an inspection."

Cui Yu fumed at the news, snarling: "Damn, which idiot snitched?"

Guo Kunnan looked baffled too.

Wang Longlong alone knit his brows in contemplation. Boss Wei ought to have local ties to operate this place—why the cops now?

Was it that leopard-print lady who bolted earlier? No way!

One cop guarded the door as two more swept through the net cafe.

The young manager dialed Boss Wei fast; he was close by and due any minute.

Chen Siyu logged out and tried exiting with Jiang Ning, only for a cop to halt her: "Hey, let me see your ID!"

Chen Siyu shot back swiftly: "My ID is at the front desk!"

The cop eyed her: "Okay, go to the front desk."

Flustered, net manager Xiao Yu still passed Chen Siyu an ID: "Here you go."

The cop checked the card, then her face, holding back a chuckle: "I’m 32 this year, and you’re supposedly two years older than me?"

Quick on her feet, Chen Siyu cooed sweetly: "Brother, the age may be yours, but the handsomeness is still yours!"

Beside her, twin Chen Siqing chimed in with identical charm, flattering him too.

Resigned, the cop waved them through: "Alright, fine."

The twins yanked Jiang Ning along and bolted from the net cafe.

Inspections pressed on, hitting Cui Yu's group next.

Just then, Boss Wei strode in the front and clocked the cops sealing the exit.

Trailing him was Experimental Class 1's young scion, Wei Xiu Yuan, shadowing to master crisis management.

The door cop stated gravely: "We’ve received a report, we must check once to see if there are any minors."

Boss Wei winced like a toothache hit, yet felt grateful too. Without his constant schmoozing, this wouldn't stay routine.

"Where’s your ID card?" the cop quizzed Cui Yu, "Otherwise, let your parents come and pick you up..."

Cui Yu felt rotten luck; why the extra heat tonight?

Calling parents over New Year's would spell disaster! Such misfortune!

Brainstorming hard, Cui Yu spied Wei Xiu Yuan behind Boss Wei and yelled: "Dad, Daddy, give me fifty yuan, I want to eat barbecue!"

Stunned, Boss Wei paled and yanked out 50 yuan quick: "Good son, take it and spend it!"

Cui Yu snatched the cash and sauntered off grinning.

Wei Xiu Yuan stood gobsmacked, tutting in admiration; what a sharp trickster!

Guo Kunnan copied the ploy: "Dad, I’m your son too, give me fifty yuan, I also want to eat fried skewers!"

Boss Wei clenched his jaw but forked it over.

Before long, Wei Xiu Yuan realized he had over a dozen new bros, with passersby dubbing him "bro."

He swallowed his irritation: 'Damn, I’m the real son of Boss Wei!'

The cop choked back laughter: "Lao Wei, your son can form a soccer team now!"

Boss Wei mumbled awkwardly: "Thinking about it, thinking about it."

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning's titanium gray e-scooter merged into Yuzhou's nighttime bustle.

New Year's chill gripped the frozen night, meant for serene quiet, yet alive with clamor.

Roars of bikes and scooters echoed overhead, paired with dazzling fireworks that rent the peace.

"Wow, that motorcycle is flying!" Fireworks danced in Chen Siyu's eyes.

Her view caught two e-scooters zipping past like meteors, trailing radiant glows.

Perched behind one Ghost Fire wasn't some bad girl, but another Ghost Fire brandishing a firework stick, blasting nonstop sparks.

Jiang Ning's titanium gray e-scooter unwittingly entered the Ghost Fires' private turf.

The Ghost Fires escalated beyond mere fireworks fun, using velocity to swing sticks at bystanders like old-time cavalry.

"Ah!" Chen Siqing dodged fast as a firework whizzed over her head.

Launching fireworks posed real peril; her winter puffy jacket might burn through or ignite easily.

Two Ghost Fires pursued from rear. One youth eased speed to match Jiang Ning's titanium gray ride, gaping mockingly: "Bro, you’re really lucky with the ladies!"

Even in the Ghost Fires, not all scored a pretty girl or jackpot ride.

Spotting two beauties on his scooter soured their mood! Why him?

"Haha, take this from me!" The Ghost Fire lad fished out a lighter, pointed his firework stick at Jiang Ning, set to light up.

Firework sticks cost a bit, several yuan apiece, and low on funds, they'd grabbed just ten.

Jiang Ning revved the throttle; the scooter fishtailed abruptly, drifting right up to the youth's ride, where he swiped the wad of firework sticks.

Seconds later, he gunned it, surging ahead in a flash.

The Ghost Fire youth gaped in shock: "Can you really do that, damn it?"

"Hurry up, accelerate, damn it! Take it back for me!" The scooter Ghost Fire barked.

Their modded e-scooters hit over 70 km/h, closing the gap swiftly.

The firework-wielding Ghost Fire slammed Jiang Ning as shameless.

Jiang Ning ignored the trash talk, lunging once more to yoink the windproof lighter.

Channeling spiritual power for another burst, Chen Siyu laughed and yelled: "Riding so slow, eat my dust!"

Next instant, whipping wind forced her lips shut.

Jiang Ning instructed: "Don’t separate the fireworks sticks; light them all at once."

Simultaneously, he flicked on the scooter's lights for a flashy spectacle; bundled sticks exploded tenfold at once.

Sans Gatling fireworks in this time, he shone brightest. Ghost Fire lads scattered wherever he rolled, too intimidated to challenge.

Fireworks spent, Jiang Ning looped back to pilfer more, scooter weaving near to pluck sticks before blasting off anew, prompting rear curses on his shady ways.

Supreme handling and sharp awareness honed his rides to thrill the twins into shrieks of delight.

With heaps of fireworks toyed through, the twins got hauled home begrudgingly, vowing more wild rides soon.