“See you later!”
“Alright.”
An Chen gently closed the door, a bag of trash from Zhao Jing’s house in his hand.
Helping them take out the trash was always his small act of kindness.
After all, Zhao Jing took such good care of him.
An Chen was someone who clearly distinguished between love and hate; he would do his best to repay those who helped him.
An Chen walked down the stairs to the first floor, dumped the trash into the large bin downstairs, and then walked straight out of the residential area.
His work wasn't over yet.
He walked to the entrance of a breakfast shop outside the residential area. The breakfast shop was already closed by then, but An Chen slipped a piece of paper under the rolling shutter door into the shop.
The next morning, the proprietress, who woke up to make breakfast, would prepare the ordered items on the paper and place the hot breakfast at the shop's entrance at 6:30 AM.
He would leave the money when he picked up the breakfast.
An Chen didn't stop but continued walking towards an internet cafe a bit further away.
He walked into the internet cafe, patted the dozing attendant, and then sat down in front of the service desk.
“Xiao Chen is here? Ha—”
The attendant who was on duty earlier yawned, stood up, stretched, and said,
“I’m leaving now. Call me if anything happens.”
An Chen nodded, adjusted the chair under his bottom, straightened his back, turned on the computer in front of him, and then took a USB drive from his pocket and inserted it into the computer’s USB port.
At night, An Chen didn't need to sleep.
He could save sleeping for class the next day; after all, the teachers didn't dare to easily wake up this top student who was quite famous in school.
This was the principal’s darling, his most cherished treasure.
It had been many years since Second Middle School had produced a provincial shield student, let alone a valedictorian.
If they accidentally disrupted this one’s study rhythm, the principal would be the first to fight them to the death.
So, An Chen slept when he needed to.
An Chen’s job required him to watch the internet cafe from 10:30 PM until 5:00 AM the next morning. Because it was a night shift, his hourly wage was 18, and the boss paid him 120 per night.
That amounted to 3600 a month, which was quite a substantial income.
There were very few customers at night. He only needed to be responsible for watching the place. If someone caused trouble, he would call for backup. If someone complained about a computer freezing, he would restart it or switch to another one.
Overall, it was quite leisurely.
And during these six and a half hours, An Chen certainly wouldn't just sit there idly.
He self-taught PS and Pr. Using the computer at the internet cafe attendant’s station, he could take on photo editing and video editing jobs. Although he didn’t earn a huge amount, it was still a considerable income.
The cost of living in Nancheng was very high. Even though he only needed to support himself, living expenses were not small.
And he also needed to save money for university...
Money was what An Chen needed most at the moment.
Perhaps the impression of being penniless before was so bad that An Chen had been desperately earning money ever since.
“How can this person’s face be big one moment and small the next? Why can the color also change?!”
While helping his customer with photo editing, An Chen suddenly heard a very soft, confused voice.
An Chen’s body froze, and he turned his head sharply, but saw nothing.
There were no customers in front of the service desk.
An Chen pricked up his ears, but could only hear the shouts of a few customers playing games in the internet cafe.
He definitely hadn’t misheard.
That was Su Xiaojiu’s voice.
“Su Xiaojiu, I know you’re here. Stop pretending.”
An Chen’s face was grim as he looked around.
He firmly believed his ears and his judgment.
Su Xiaojiu was a Cultivator, so it wouldn't be strange for her to know some invisibility Spell.
Once this premise was accepted, everything became clear.
There was still no sound around, and An Chen didn't feel any significant abnormality.
An Chen sighed, switched the page on the computer screen, opened the browser, and entered the URL of a video website.
“When I told you that messing with the gas stove might cause an explosion, I saw a hint of fear in your eyes. If you are a Cultivator, your Realm probably isn’t too high, which means things in the Mortal world can still harm you.”
An Chen’s fingers flew across the keyboard, finding a compilation video of armies from various countries on the video website.
The video content was the classic planes, cannons, tanks, and aircraft carriers.
An Chen had a deep impression of this video because it had many explosion scenes and was widely praised by a group of viewers who deeply agreed with the idea that “explosion is art.”
This was perfect to show Su Xiaojiu.
An Chen unplugged his headphones, switched the computer sound to external output, and then clicked the mouse.
The video began to play. With the passionate and powerful BGM, various weapons from the land, sea, and air forces of different countries appeared one after another. Various missiles flashed across the screen, followed by explosions of varying power, and the roars produced by the explosions reverberated from the speakers.
The customers wearing headphones and playing games most likely couldn't hear it, but for some people, it was a different story.
An Chen’s fingers tapped the desktop rhythmically with the video’s BGM, quietly watching the scene changes.
At the end of the video, the video creator even included footage of two atomic bombs exploding.
“In this scene, a person is probably only as big as a small dot.”
An Chen specifically paused, pointed at the screen with his finger, then leaned back against the chair, moved the mouse, and switched to another video.
The content of this video was also made by a blogger, which meant the content was largely similar.
Watching the video play, An Chen spoke at the opportune moment:
“These are the weapons that Mortals in this world have created with their wisdom. If you still don’t appear, I will call the police, which means reporting to the authorities, and have them use these weapons to catch you. Who knows, if someone is careless, you might just turn to dust, right?”
As soon as he finished speaking, An Chen suddenly heard a “thump” beside him, as if something had fallen to the ground.
“Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, spare my life!”
An Chen saw Su Xiaojiu’s head pop out beside him. Judging by the height, she was probably kneeling on the ground.
“Go back to being invisible!”
“Alrighty!”
Su Xiaojiu’s body below her neck hadn't had time to become visible. Hearing An Chen’s request, Su Xiaojiu immediately made her head invisible again, undetectable to the naked eye.
“My name is An Chen. Don’t call me Fellow Daoist.”
“Alrighty, An Chen!”
After a moment of silence, Su Xiaojiu’s clear voice entered An Chen’s ears.
“So, can you not use that thing to blow me up?”
“That depends on your performance.”
Su Xiaojiu suddenly realized.
This world is so dangerous!
