Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

007 The Well-Behaved Rebellious Girl

In my memory, delinquent girls are generally quite thin.

Although Jiang Di wasn't a typical rebellious young woman—at least she managed to get into a proper high school and didn't skip classes or get into fights—she mostly used delinquent elements as a shell. However, she was indeed quite thin.

Standing at less than 1.6 meters tall, she's considered short to average in Chengdu. Her slender figure also makes her surprisingly light to carry.

For Wang Zhe, who exercises regularly, it wasn't too much of a burden, so he carried it all the way into the internet cafe.

The internet cafe was on the second floor, so he carried Jiang Di up the stairs on his back.

After entering, Wang Zhe took out his ID card from his pants pocket, swiped it at the counter of the internet cafe, and then carried Jiang Di to a corner by the window in the internet cafe before putting her down.

At this moment, Wang Zhe noticed that the girl's face was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is it still in pain?"

Jiang Di nodded subconsciously, but then she shook her head vigorously. The shaking was much more pronounced than the nod she had made a second ago.

Just as Wang Zhe was about to ask another question, Jiang Di quickly pressed the power button, avoiding his gaze, as if she didn't want to talk or communicate.

So he didn't say anything more and sat down beside her.

Once Jiang Di's computer screen lit up, Wang Zhe helped her enter her ID card information, and then she could go online.

At this moment, the girl asked softly, "You only brought your ID card, right? What will you do if I stay here?"

Wang Zhe pulled a magazine from his pocket: "I'll read this. Just give me the computer after 2:30 AM, I want to watch the game, and you can sleep here then."

Jiang Di nodded obediently, then used the mouse to open "Audition Online" on the screen.

But she didn't start playing right away.

Entering the pink dress-up interface in the game, Jiang Di absentmindedly looked at her game character, her mind still replaying everything that had happened in the grove earlier, and the feeling of being on someone's back...

"No, I need to play the game!"

Jiang Di put on her headphones and patted her cheeks.

Then I clicked "Find Room" and joined a free 8-key expert game.

Soon, colorful arrows rained down on the screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, making the character spin and jump. Each Perfect score was accompanied by a burst of golden sparks above her head.

Wang Zhe suddenly turned his head and glanced at her.

Jiang Di immediately felt his gaze. Upon meeting his eyes, she understood his meaning from his slightly furrowed brows—it was really noisy.

So the girl quickly reduced the pressure of her typing.

Wang Zhe nodded and continued reading the magazine.

Jiang Di belatedly realized, wait a minute, wasn't she supposed to be a rebellious girl? Why is she being so obedient in front of him?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At 2:40 a.m., Jiang Di obediently gave up his seat.

Wang Zhe then sat in front of the computer and opened the webpage for the live broadcast of the game.

The game started.

But Wang Zhe did not put on the headphones.

Jiang Di, who was standing next to him, asked, "Aren't you listening to the explanation?"

Wang Zhe: "No need, I know more than the commentators."

"Tch..." The girl curled her lip. "You're making such a big promise. Be careful you don't lose all your money."

"Hmm, you'll see."

Wang Zhe continued to stare at the screen.

Jiang Di suddenly said, "By the way, you still haven't told me which side you bought. Jieke or Putai?"

Wang Zhe: "Putai Teeth".

Jiang Di: "I know that Putá has Cristiano Ronaldo. Are you a fan of his?"

Wang Zhe slowly shook his head: "I'm not a fan of anyone. I prefer to appreciate things from a neutral perspective."

Jiang Di muttered, "But you bet on them to win, so in this match, you should be considered a Putá fan, right?"

"Then let's leave it at that," Wang Zhe glanced at her, "What, aren't you going to sleep?"

Jiang Di: "I can't sleep either. By the way, do you want to eat anything?"

Wang Zhe: "I'm not eating. What's wrong, are you hungry?"

"Then I won't eat," Jiang Di stared at him and asked again, "Are you thirsty? Do you want some drinks? I'll buy you some?"

"Sure, could you buy me a bottle of water?"

"Just bottled water?"

"Yes, just bottled water."

So Jiang Di got up to buy it, and half a minute later, he came back with a bottle of mineral water.

The girl sat back down, twisted the bottle cap, and handed the water bottle back, saying, "I can't open it."

Wang Zhe took the water bottle, unscrewed it, took three big gulps, then put the cap back on and placed it on the table.

Jiang Di asked softly, "Can I have a little? Don't worry, I won't drink it directly from the mouth."

Wang Zhe asked instinctively, "Why didn't you buy two bottles?"

"I can't drink a whole bottle, so..."

"Alright, you can drink it."

After Wang Zhe finished speaking, he continued watching the game. On the screen, Czech goalkeeper Petr Cech, wearing a helmet, had just made a save.

It appears that Putteya's attack is indeed stronger than that of the Czech Republic.

Just then, Jiang Di quietly picked up the bottle of mineral water, put it to her lips, and kept an eye on his movements.

Only after making sure he couldn't see her movements did the girl take a sip of water.

She had just said she wouldn't lip-feed, but now she was practically holding the bottle in her mouth.

After finishing the drink, she put the cap back on. Seeing that Wang Zhe hadn't noticed her little action and was still staring at the screen, the girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.