This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 43, paragraphs 8 and 36

Li Xingzhi kept observing the micro-expressions of his classmates—indicating that they were pleased.

It would be even better if I could replace Makoto with myself, but unfortunately I can't.

However, being able to serve as an accessory to Niohuru Zeng was an honor for Guarjia Li.

Zeng Cheng wasn't entirely devoid of human compassion.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with his classmates, he generously waived all their meals for the day.

Young people have emotions that come and go quickly, and soon all the students were happily playing games.

Qi Jiahao didn't go. Clinging to his last bit of stubbornness, he made up a lame excuse and fled in a sorry state.

Zeng Cheng was about to continue with his work when Xia Ning stopped him.

Xia Ning looked at Zeng Cheng, her face showing a mixture of grievance and disappointment.

Zeng Cheng frowned: "What?"

Xia Ning said, looking aggrieved, "Zeng Cheng, did you have to treat me like this? Do you really treat me like an ordinary classmate?"

Zeng Cheng continued to frown: "Xia Ning, what's the problem?"

Xia Ning stomped her foot angrily: "I can't accept this—I'd rather you treat me like a stranger!"

"Alright, I'll grant your wish—" Zeng Cheng snapped his fingers, summoning an employee. "Xiao Zhao, the other students can eat for free, but remember to charge this young lady."

"..."

Xia Ning left in tears.

The other students in the class spent the whole afternoon having a blast at the arcade.

When Xiao Qian found out everyone was at the arcade, she came over to play too—mainly to chat with Zeng Cheng.

"Wow, this arcade is doing so well these days! You're amazing... My uncle would be kicking himself if he knew how capable you are!"

Zeng Cheng shrugged: "Ms. Qian, there's nothing I can do about this. I talked until my lips were sore that day, but your uncle still didn't agree."

"I can only blame my uncle for having no taste—" Xiao Qian sighed and changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this anymore, my idol. Besides tinkering with this arcade, what else have you been busy with lately?"

Zeng Cheng smiled and said, "Beautiful Qian, didn't you steal my [Zinc] a long time ago? I'm probably busy thinking about you."

Anyway, since playing puns didn't cost him money in 2009, Zeng Cheng could just say whatever the girl wanted to hear.

"Hee hee hee—my idol, say more, it's so nice to listen to!"

Xiao Qian was overjoyed, her almond-shaped eyes filled with delight.

Of course, this is limited to pleasure only.

She knew Zeng Cheng was just teasing her, and she was also aware of her own limitations.

To be honest, even if she had two kilograms of industrial alcohol, she wouldn't have the courage to steal Yu Baiwei's boyfriend.

At this moment, Xiao Qian's staunch suitor, Sun Jiangang, chimed in, "Xiao Qian, just listen to Zeng Cheng's nonsense!"

Xiao Qian was definitely not happy with such a tactless remark, and glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes: "Sun Jiangang, you're not a mind reader, how do you know he hasn't been thinking about me?"

Sun Jiangang snorted and said, "Xiao Qian, I'm doing this for your own good. Zeng Cheng is obviously a scumbag."

Zeng Cheng, who was caught in the crossfire for no reason, was quite baffled: "Gangzi, let's talk this out. How am I a scumbag?"

Sun Jiangang, his face full of displeasure, said, "Anyway, you're a total scumbag!"

Zeng Cheng: "..."

Since this guy had already said that, Zeng Cheng had no choice but to give up trying to reason with him anymore.

"Gangzi, you're right. I really haven't been thinking about Xiao Qian. As for what I've been busy with—"

He waved to Sun Jiangang, signaling him to come closer.

Sun Jiangang didn't think too much about it and obediently poked his head out.

Zeng Cheng smiled gently and started with a zero-frame attack: "I'm digging up your ancestral graves."

Sun Jiangang must have been furious and had considered having a showdown with Zeng Cheng, but ultimately he didn't take any action.

Zeng Cheng would definitely be no match for Sun Jiangang in a fight, after all, Gangzi is 1.86 meters tall and has such good physical abilities that he can fold and dunk.

But we have to consider this guy's accessory, Li Xingzhi—Li Xingzhi is a master of military boxing, capable of taking down a physical education student with just a few punches and kicks.

Furthermore, he was genuinely somewhat intimidated by Zeng Cheng in his current state.

This guy managed to create such a popular arcade without making a sound; his abilities are truly extraordinary.

The consequences of provoking him might be something I can't really handle.

As a student in the top class of a national key high school, Sun Jiangang certainly has some brains.

Another busy day has passed.

The last group of players left the arcade after 1 a.m.

The two brothers were exhausted after closing the door, and kept rubbing their sore arms.

On his way home, Zeng Cheng said to Li Xingzhi, "Zhi, I have something to do tomorrow and can't come. You'll have to make it difficult for me."

Li Xingzhi said with a bitter face, "Brother Cheng, are you treating me like a donkey for the production team? By the way, what are you doing tomorrow? Going on a date with the campus belle, Yu?"

Zeng Cheng rolled his eyes: "Make an appointment my ass. Yu Baiwei's mother is in Dezhou these days, so she can't go out. I have to go to the school tomorrow. The vice principal of Shuda University who is in charge of admissions is Principal Tao's college roommate. He will be coming to Dezhou tomorrow. Principal Tao called me this afternoon and asked me to go to the school tomorrow, as a way of paying my respects in advance."

"All right……"

This was the most important matter at hand, so Li Xingzhi naturally wouldn't say anything more.

Zeng Cheng felt a little guilty about having treated Li Xingzhi like a donkey for the production team lately, so after walking for a while, he suggested, "Zhi, you must be exhausted these past few days. How about we get a massage?"

"massage?"

Li Xingzhi narrowed his small eyes instantly.

His expression was tense and uneasy, yet tinged with a strange anticipation.

In 2009, nine out of ten massage parlors in Texas were not legitimate.

When the night is quiet, some scantily clad young women sit under pink light-up signs to solicit business.

Zeng Cheng rolled his eyes: "Come on, what are you thinking? The massage I'm talking about is a real massage, a proper one."

Li Xingzhi's square face, covered in acne, instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom: "Brother Cheng, I didn't intend to go to an unregulated place..."

Zeng Cheng's face was full of disdain: "Heh, an explanation is just a cover-up."

About ten minutes later, the two brothers arrived at Binjiang Road and stepped into the gate of the Great Waves Washing Away the Sands.

Zeng Cheng had frequented similar places in his previous life for social occasions and had already developed a complete set of experiences.

You can tell whether something is legitimate or not just by looking at its name.

Shops with names related to water are likely to have illegitimate or irregular operations.

If it contains words like "beautiful woman" or "secret realm," it's even more outrageous, and there's a high probability that it's not a legitimate project.

Zeng Cheng wanted to find a completely legitimate one, but he couldn't find one.

Well, that's just a characteristic of our times.

In 2009, foot massage parlors across the country were growing wildly. Without some unique services, no one could survive, and there was no way to make them completely legitimate.

After entering the magnificent gate of the Great Waves Washing Sands, Zeng Cheng refused the lobby manager's suggestion to go upstairs and instead ordered two foot bath packages for 98 yuan each.

Then the two brothers entered the room under the manager's seemingly respectful but actually disdainful gaze.

Soon, two masseuses arrived. They were both in their thirties, and while not exactly middle-aged, they were still quite attractive.

Presumably because the two brothers looked too young, and Zeng Cheng was indeed quite handsome, the masseur who was massaging Zeng Cheng took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him.

"Little brother, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"So young! Did you graduate high school?"

"Uh, just graduated."

Come and don't go indecent.

Zeng Cheng countered with a question: "Sister, how old are you?"

"I'm already thirty-six, sister."

Li Xingzhi truly lives up to his reputation as a straight-laced man.

At this moment, she replied with a completely tactless remark: "Sister, you're thirty-six already. That's a bit old."

The masseuse wasn't angry; instead, her eyes became somewhat provocative: "Little brother, how did you know that when I said thirty-six, I meant age?"

After saying that, he deliberately puffed out his rather imposing chest.

"..."

Li Xingzhi blushed instantly.

Zeng Cheng first couldn't help but laugh, then said in a serious tone, "Sister, when we say eighteen, it doesn't necessarily mean age."

The two masseuses were stunned for a moment before they reacted, and then burst into laughter.

Knock on the blackboard—literally, a jumble of words.