Finally, An Chen agreed to Su Xiaojiu's request to take her out for a walk tomorrow night to see the city's night view, temporarily appeasing her.
Then, An Chen went to the internet cafe for his night shift as usual.
"Oh, you're here?"
The boss at the counter stood up a bit groggily, giving up his seat.
"Boss, I won't be coming in starting tomorrow."
But An Chen's words startled the boss.
"You're quitting?"
"Yes, I'm quitting."
"What's going on? You were doing so well, why suddenly quit? Is the pay too low?"
"I found a better opportunity."
"Alright, I'll pay you tomorrow morning."
The boss didn't say much more, yawning as he left.
After all, hiring an internet cafe manager wasn't difficult, it was just that An Chen asked for a bit less, so if he quit, he quit, it wasn't a big deal.
As for An Chen, earning money by working as an internet cafe manager late at night was too slow.
An Chen wasn't getting carried away because he'd earned a little money; rather, he needed to spend his time in more reasonable ways.
Working as an internet cafe manager was too inefficient.
Nothing happened all night; An Chen diligently worked his last shift, then handed over, went home, got breakfast, and went to School as usual.
As soon as he arrived at School, An Chen saw a large crowd gathered at the entrance of Class Nine from afar.
An Chen thought for a long time, but still walked over to join the fun.
Only this time, Wang Zhaoyang's face was a bit dark, and his deskmate was laughing so hard he was bent over.
"I told you, you became free labor! Any Disciple just kills it, you're going to make me die laughing!"
"That wasn't an ordinary Disciple!"
Wang Zhaoyang suddenly became anxious, but then he clutched his stomach and bent over.
"That was... a Disciple of Qingfeng Sect! They're a Cultivation School!"
"What's wrong with your stomach?"
"I... I accidentally cramped my abs from laughing, it hurts..."
This again caused a burst of laughter.
"So happy you ran out of the wolf's den?"
"And then? Without the backer you boasted about before, what did you do next?"
Wang Zhaoyang's expression became serious upon hearing this, and he cleared his throat, straightening up.
"Ahem... Just now I said that the Gang was destroyed, and a Disciple of Qingfeng Sect, pitying me, sent me out of the mansion. After that, I fell into the predicament of being homeless. But who am I? In less than half a day, that very night, in a brothel, relying on my glib tongue, I secured a position..."
"A brothel? Are you going to sing opera or be a gigolo? Does that Kyushu Continent have a taste for that?"
Wang Zhaoyang and his deskmate were like a straight man and a funny man, their back-and-forth banter making a large circle of people burst into laughter.
But An Chen didn't laugh.
This Wang Zhaoyang, he still hadn't learned his lesson and didn't know how to rein himself in.
Now it was good, this storytelling session had become a tradition.
Every class had one or two famous bigmouths, and soon the whole School would know about Wang Zhaoyang's legendary deeds, and then it would spread outside the School.
"Who says brothels have to be full of actors and body artists? Can't there be a few servants who pour tea and water, and clean the stage? That's what I, your grandpa, did!"
"Oh, so you were a handyman!"
"Handyman your sister! And what's wrong with being a handyman? If you Transmigrated, see if you could find work!"
An Chen agreed with this statement.
Although Wang Zhaoyang wasn't very smart and didn't know how to protect himself, it had to be said that his urban survival skills and social skills were indeed very strong.
Most Transcendents at this time were probably still holed up in some alley, eating garbage, or playing at wilderness survival, living a bitter life.
While the vast majority of people were still worrying about where to sleep and what to eat, he already had food, drink, and a place to live.
This was already far ahead of many people.
And after Wang Zhaoyang's Transmigration, up until now, he had been living quite comfortably. Although he certainly couldn't compare to a T0 player like An Chen, he could at least be considered a T1 or T2.
"Hey, Wang Zhaoyang, I heard you were kidnapped a few days ago! You didn't come to School that afternoon, is that true?"
When this was mentioned, Wang Zhaoyang's expression became serious again, with a proud look on his face.
"This wasn't a kidnapping, oh! Let me tell you all about it."
Wang Zhaoyang picked up his thermos, took a sip of water, and then slammed his hand on the table.
"That day, I climbed over the School wall as usual, and suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I didn't look back, oh, I immediately knew someone was following me! I bent down to tie my shoelaces and instantly spotted two fierce-looking individuals, one fat and one thin, glaring at me from behind!"
"I thought, 'This is bad,' realizing someone had ill intentions towards me! But I didn't panic and continued walking towards my favorite restaurant..."
Everyone was quickly drawn into Wang Zhaoyang's new story, even his deskmate stopped talking and quietly listened to his tale of bravely fighting two bandits.
Such thrilling and exciting things were more interesting than doing odd jobs in a brothel.
Moreover, everyone in Class Nine knew that Wang Zhaoyang had indeed not come to School that afternoon, and some people had seen a police car driving past the School from afar, with someone who looked very much like Wang Zhaoyang getting into it.
In their eyes, Transcendents were all very powerful, and some even confused Transcendents with Cultivator, always feeling that Transcendents should be stronger than normal people.
Braving two bandits didn't seem impossible either.
"I lured the enemy deeper, leading the two fierce bandits into an alley. Once there, they definitely wouldn't be able to resist making a move! They thought I couldn't escape in such a place, but little did they know, it was they who couldn't escape!"
"I suddenly felt a cold wind whistling behind me, and I knew the enemy had made their move! I spun around, my gaze icy, and with one glare, I made the guy who was three times bigger than me freeze in place, his raised fist not daring to fall."
"I roared, and with a left front kick, I knocked this person to the ground. The skinny guy behind him immediately charged forward, a cold gleam flashing in his hand—it was a knife!"
Someone gasped, exclaiming.
"A knife? They had knives too?"
Wang Zhaoyang glared.
"Of course, they were desperate criminals, with blood on their hands from before, and I heard they were even notorious on the wanted list, all of them vicious and evil!"
"Then weren't you scared?"
A female classmate asked.
"They had knives, you know."
"What is there to fear!"
Wang Zhaoyang laughed loudly twice.
"I just dodged, and the knife in the bandit's hand brushed past me. The blade didn't touch me at all, and I countered with a right roundhouse kick and a left jab, knocking this person to his knees, clutching his ribs and groaning incessantly. Then I knocked both of them out, called the police, and successfully had them arrested!"
