Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1665 - 906: Words Become Law (Part 3)

After those words landed, a refined lady spoke up, "Sister Gu’s family has changed now, so avoid starting fights. Talk it through, and you might join Evergreen Liquid’s branch in Jiang City."

"Absolutely, my cousin enjoys League of Legends a lot." The college student brimmed with assurance.

He fired off a message: "Finally friended you, Tongtong—it took effort. I’m your cousin Pengpeng."

"I heard from Aunt you like League of Legends, I can carry you (grinning)."

"But you’re in high school now, so prioritize studies (grinning)!"

Tongtong faced a gaming relative for the first time and felt a bit startled, "Really?"

Cousin Pengpeng: "Definitely no issue, what server are you on?"

Tongtong: "Electric 1 Ionia."

Cousin Pengpeng thrilled: "Let’s duo then, I’m Platinum 2—my Blind Monk is unstoppable."

Tongtong grabbed a screenshot from Hand Alliance and shared it: "Cousin, I’m King."

Silence stretched on with no response.

…

At the nearby Korean barbecue spot.

Dong Qingfeng took Meng Zi Yun out for barbecue; lately, they’d been dating frequently. Though Dong Qingfeng flirted around, his good looks, open personality, top grades, sharp EQ, sweet talk, and wealth made him appealing.

Weighing Dong Qingfeng’s strengths, Meng Zi Yun believed their bond had potential to grow.

"Hello, party of how many?" The server welcomed them at the entrance.

"Two."

"There might be a short wait for a table—business is booming…"

Dong Qingfeng paused in surprise; was the place this packed? Seats were always open during past New Year visits.

As he pondered waiting or switching spots, several fellows entered, a lanky guy like a monkey dashed ahead, flashing fingers, "Boss, table for six!"

Dong Qingfeng glanced over and spotted Cui Yu, Hu Jun, Guo Kunnan, Dan Kaiquan, Wang Longlong, plus a stunning girl with classic beauty.

’Wow, that’s Zhou Jinglan, right?’

’How’d these losers snag such a beauty?’ Dong Qingfeng wondered.

"Hey, Qingfeng’s here too!" Cui Yu called out happily—nice bumping into classmates over New Year.

Noticing their acquaintance, the waiter offered, "Hello, no four-tops free, but a small private room’s available. Since you know each other, want to combine tables?"

Dong Qingfeng wouldn’t mind just guys, but Zhou Jinglan’s presence changed that—he agreed fast, "Fine by me, what about you all?"

Cui Yu: "Yeah, bigger group’s more fun."

Thus, the crew joyfully headed to the upstairs private room; once seated, Dan Kaiquan noted, "Way quieter than downstairs."

"True, it’s great." Dong Qingfeng agreed, adding, "When paying later, no splitting—I’ll cover everyone."

The offer caught them off guard; Cui Yu recovered quick with praise, "Brother Dong, you rock!"

Wang Longlong: "Super generous!"

This spread ran pricey—even split, it cost dozens per head.

All chimed in with compliments to show respect; Zhou Jinglan offered a faint smile in thanks.

The night before, after they rescued her, she’d comped hot pot, dropping a good sum.

She figured hangouts would fade, but Guo Kunnan messaged about gaming for cash.

Zhou Jinglan mulled it over briefly and said yes, thinking it casual fun—yet she pocketed 100 bucks that afternoon.

To freshman Zhou Jinglan, making her own money felt amazing, so she joined tonight’s barbecue.

Truth was, she had few guy pals since old ones always misread her.

These guys stood apart: skinny Cui Yu had a crush elsewhere, heartbroken Dan Kaiquan stayed cautious, phone-obsessed Wang Longlong grinned wide, mature Hu Jun glanced once then looked away—leaving Zhou Jinglan doubting herself a tad.

Her allure seemed dimmed.

That’s what made chilling with them fun.

After Guo Kunnan’s thanks, he pulled out his phone to text local girls; Dan Kaiquan peeked at the chat and teased, "Brother Nan, she ignores you—why bother typing?"

Cui Yu chuckled, "Brother Quan, you miss it—Brother Nan digs this vibe!"

Hu Jun sipped tea calmly, "Brother Nan, no meat for you tonight."

With pals roasting him, Guo Kunnan fired back flustered, "I’m not desperate—it’s her zodiac that hates quick replies!"

Meng Zi Yun deadpanned, "Not her zodiac—it’s you she doesn’t reply to."

Right then, two girls struck deep at Guo Kunnan’s heart.

Laughter erupted in the room, full of cheer.

Zhou Jinglan gazed out, spotting snow drifting down, "Snow’s falling."

Meng Zi Yun’s eyes sparkled, "Oh yeah, real snow."

Beyond the window, flakes swirled in the night sky, glowing softly under streetlights; walkers below gazed up thrilled and buzzing.

Cui Yu gulped coke, "Longlong, no poem?"

Wang Longlong scrolled forums masterfully; hearing the prompt, he first considered noting ancient poets as frustrated drifters.

Then he recalled history’s top icon, straightened respectfully, stood, approached the window, and declaimed, "Wind and rain send spring away, flying snow welcomes spring’s arrival."

…

On the street outside the room, snow swirled everywhere.

Zhang Chi in delivery gear pedaled his e-bike through the flurry, package strapped behind.

He zipped along swiftly; medium flakes pelted his face, but Zhang Chi’s spirit soared—he felt like a snowy hero.

His phone buzzed; he picked up to a soft woman’s voice: "Hello, delivery ETA?"

The tone revealed a kind woman.

Zhang Chi figured, "Fifteen minutes."

"Okay, hurry if possible, thanks."

Noting her politeness, Zhang Chi said, "Got it, snowing out here."

"Yeah, ride safe—no slipping."

Perched on the bike, Zhang Chi admired snowflakes like white butterflies drifting down—gorgeous indeed.

Rarely so upbeat, he added, "Check the snow—it’s beautiful."

Gentle voice: "Just deliver on time."