Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 92 - 83 Ye Zi’s Transformation
Chapter 92: Chapter 83 Ye Zi’s Transformation
Cheng Zhu was in his dorm room, holding his phone, and he could already imagine Lin Lu’s expression.
The voice acting girl, upon seeing his message, had begun to breathe more heavily, picturing Cheng Zhu’s face in her mind and imagining the expression he wore as he typed.
He actually said that I was still stuck on the same topic a half hour later and went to ask him about Zhang Qiqi, which seemed especially absurd?
“Are you calling me a gossip?!” she typed this message, but for some reason, her heartbeat subtly quickened.
“What do you think?” Cheng Zhu replied ambiguously as he typed back.
“I can’t be bothered with you!” Lin Lu ended the chat, seemingly tough but actually in retreat.
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She sat on her bed, her gaze immediately scanning toward the small pig plushie on her bedside table.
After grabbing it, she punched the plushie, labeled with ‘Cheng Zhu’, twice!
“I’ll kill you, I’ll beat you to death!” she muttered venomously, though it took a good while for her subtly accelerated heartbeat to calm down.
Obviously, she was not only out to gossip.
And obviously, he was not only implying she was a gossip.
But the topic eventually just stopped at gossip.
This must be the ambiguity of the initial stages.
In dorm room 309, Dong Dong’s bed was next to Cheng Zhu’s.
Looking at his “nemesis” across from him, he wondered, “Cheng, why are you smiling like that? Your smile just now looked as if you had won a victory.”
“You’re not gambling online, are you?” Dong Dong sat up from his bed and asked.
“Gambling? What nonsense are you talking about!” Cheng Zhu glanced at him, then quickly added, “But you’re not entirely wrong.”
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For most people, romantic relationships could indeed be regarded as a gamble in life.
Only now, this bastard was also regretting that Shen Qingning didn’t come to chat with him privately.
“Never mind, her temperament is different from Lin Lu’s, handsome guy, you shouldn’t sell yourself short,” he thought to himself.
The following days were filled with the miserable military training.
During these days, Cheng Zhu’s most significant realization was that he stood in military posture under the sun, with upperclassmen actually coming specifically to watch him.
In the forums of Technology University, his name appeared far too frequently.
And the names coming up along with his were often the school beauties.
One moment it was Shen Qingning, the next it was Lin Lu, and now even the issues between him and Zhang Qiqi were beginning to spread in small circles.
Originally, Cheng Zhu didn’t have much resistance towards military training. But now, constantly having people come to watch him, and having to stand there on display, made him feel like he was a zoo animal, or rather, a scenic spot of the School of Information Science.
Eventually, he wore a grimace every time he stood at attention.
As for his online reputation at Technology University, it was quite mixed.
Okay, to be honest, it was mostly curses.
But Cheng Zhu believed for certain that these jerks were hypocrites.
“Just say I’m awesome, why do you have to add something like ‘he really deserves to die’ behind it?”
“A few shameless people actually say I’m not as handsome as them, damn, they really should take a good look at themselves in the mirror.”
“And others say, ‘Probably he’s just got some stinky money.’ Fine, I’ll take that as a compliment!”
When military training ended that day, everyone said goodbye to the drill instructor.
There were quite a few emotional people, with tears in their eyes.
Drill Instructor Feng had plenty of experience in military training and managed to squeeze out a saddened expression, yet he couldn’t produce a single tear.
Conveniently, the end of military training coincided with the weekend.
Dong Dong suggested that everyone should go to West Lake for fun, while Cheng Zhu said he needed to go home.
“Huh? Cheng, at your age, why would you want to go home?” Dong Dong didn’t understand.
If it were him, even if he studied close to home, and even if the school was just a hundred meters from his house, he would insist on staying at the school during the weekends.
Damn, it’s so much freedom, with air that’s fresher than at home.
No nagging from parents, only roommates shouting at each other during games.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Cheng Zhu waved him off.
Later, he would go directly to his grandparents’ place, where his mother Xu Yun would bring Little Youzi for dinner, and Cheng would even close his store for the day.
The You family’s fresh produce supermarket had gotten on the right track during this period and was doing reasonably well.
One couldn’t say it was making a fortune, but it definitely had potential.
For someone middle-aged, to have a career revival was definitely a joyous event.
After all, in this day and age, not encountering career setbacks in middle age was considered good fortune.
Plus, before opening the store, they had to borrow money from his father-in-law, so Cheng certainly had to go to his father-in-law’s place today to offer a few toasts, express his gratitude, and repay the old man’s money as soon as possible.
Around five o’clock, Cheng Zhu arrived at his grandparents’ door.
He knocked on the door and immediately heard Little Youzi’s voice from inside.
“My brother is back! Nobody is allowed to open the door! I’ll go open it!”
Her simple words completely dissolved Cheng Zhu’s long-held grimace, replacing it with a smile.
The door slowly opened, revealing Little Youzi’s chubby little face.
She looked up at Cheng Zhu, her two braids flipping backward, her big eyes twinkling as she turned to repeat her previous announcement to everyone: “My brother is back!”
Then, she naturally slid her small hand into Cheng Zhu’s larger one, holding onto his index finger and leading him into the house.
“With such a little one at home, it’s hard for me not to be homesick,” Cheng Zhu thought to himself.
Today, the meal at the grandparents’ place was exceptionally sumptuous.
The old folks somehow managed to get a free-range chicken, and it was one of those half-grown broilers, which meant the meat would be especially tender and not tough.
Cheng Zhu’s grandmother and mother Xu Yun saw that he had gotten a shade darker and felt somewhat distressed.
Little did they know, it was all thanks to a girl who had given their son sunscreen; otherwise, he could have become even darker.
“It’s fine if a man is a little darker. Dad, I toast you,” Cheng said, not batting an eyelid as he looked at his son, focused on pleasing his father-in-law.
On the other hand, Little Youzi chattered incessantly, bombarding Cheng Zhu with endless questions, very curious about his college life.
After the meal, the family sat on the couch, with Cheng Zhu watching cartoons with Little Youzi, while the adults chatted about household matters.
Today they were watching “SpongeBob SquarePants.”
On the TV, a classic episode was playing.
It was where Patrick asked SpongeBob to go jellyfishing, but SpongeBob said he couldn’t go because he had to go to school that day.
Patrick: “But what should I do today if you go to school?”
SpongeBob: “I don’t know, what do you normally do when I’m not at home?”
Patrick: “Wait for you to come back.”
Just then, Little Youzi gently patted Cheng Zhu’s thigh and then looked up at him, saying, “Brother, I also wait every day for you to come back.”
Cheng Zhu to himself: “Huh? Mr. Zhang stopped assigning homework again?”
Cheng Zhu aloud: “Brother also wants to come home every day to watch cartoons with you.”
“But Mom only lets me watch cartoons on weekends,” Little Youzi said.
“That’s why brother comes home on weekends,” Cheng Zhu replied.
Little Youzi was perplexed by his response.
Cheng Zhu gently patted her head, unknown to her, at her age, how precious it was for a university student to not wastefully hang out elsewhere, but to come home consistently to keep his kindergarten sister company.
Thank goodness your brother indulged in his past life to the extent of eating health supplements as if they were meals.
The temptations of the outside world are truly many.
It’s far too easy to get a sister and then to forget about her.
With this thought in mind, he suddenly remembered the box of mint candies Lin Lu had given him, which he hadn’t finished yet, still in his pocket.
He didn’t really like candy and had kept up the pace of having one after lunch and one after dinner, so there were still a few pieces left.
“Do you want some?” Cheng Zhu sneakily took them out and used his body to shield Xu Yun’s view, the siblings skillfully causing mischief in front of their parents.
“Can I? If I just have a tiny piece, my teeth shouldn’t rot, right?” Little Youzi extended a finger.
She further explained, “I’ll use my tongue to roll it up, so my teeth won’t touch the sugar at all!”
Cheng Zhu couldn’t decide in that moment whether she was clever or not.
He quickly handed her a piece, and she pretended to yawn, then covered her mouth to toss the candy into it.
In the next moment, her face froze, all her features wrinkling together. Kids don’t usually like mint candies, as they are too cool and intense.
Cheng Zhu hadn’t expected her reaction to be so strong; his first response was to whip out his phone and snap a photo of her expression.
Haha, fun!
Little Youzi, unsure whether to keep eating or spit it out, had a flash of inspiration and swallowed the small mint candy.
Cheng Zhu gave her a thumbs up and whispered softly, “Is it that bad? Later, I’ll secretly buy you some UHA Mikakuto milk candy, but you can only have one piece.”
Little Youzi nodded vigorously, responding firmly, “Mhmm!”
After that, Cheng Zhu picked up his phone and opened WeChat.
“The mint candy you gave, my sister doesn’t like it,” he sent a message to Lin Lu, along with the photo he had just taken.
He was a person who made thorough use of everything, and this applied to people as well.
“Haha, Little Youzi is too cute!” Lin Lu replied instantly upon seeing the photo, “Many kids don’t like mint candies, why did you give it to her!”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t say it was from you; I won’t ruin your image as Sister Lu in her mind.”
“That’s more like it,” Lin Lu expressed satisfaction: “Next time, I’ll buy her super tasty candy! You take it back for her!”
“What’s the meaning, I can’t eat it?”
“Can’t, hehe.”
“I suck your head!” Cheng Zhu quickly sent the message, then realizing the typo, corrected it: “I hiss you, and stop the hehe!”
Damn, the predictive text really dropped the ball there.
At seven-thirty in the evening, Cheng Zhu’s family left the grandparents’ house and went home together.
Xu Yun saw her son returning from school with a suitcase and assumed it was packed with dirty clothes and stinky socks.
Some boys are like that, taking clean clothes to school, then bringing the dirty ones back home for their mothers to wash.
Cheng Zhu was not one of those.
Inside this suitcase were all QQ lingerie items!
Not to mention letting his mother wash them—he couldn’t even let her see them!
After all, he had just turned eighteen, and it was too easy for parents to imagine: at eighteen, he’s already posing for such model photos, selling such clothes—could this mean he possibly started… oh!
Therefore, once he got home, he first made sure to properly store the new merchandise to be photographed.
In the future, he would have many roles to play, and he would just let his parents know about a few suitable ones.
Otherwise, when the neighbors ask, “What does your son sell?”
They wouldn’t even know how to respond.
Cheng Zhu decided to lock his room door.
After doing this, he then took out his phone to send a WeChat message to Ye Zi.
Initially, Ye Zi had been almost daily in touch for a chat, but he responded less frequently.
Later, she began to treat their chat like a message wall, sending information once or twice a day, three at most.
She would share small daily events or thoughts and stated that Cheng Zhu didn’t need to reply; she just wanted to share.
Afterward, worrying that even this might disturb Cheng Zhu, she turned to posting these thoughts on her Moments and setting them to be visible only to him.
Cheng Zhu would occasionally like her post to show he had seen it, but wasn’t necessarily going to chat with her or comment on her Moments like submitting a memorial.
Ye Zi didn’t feel slighted at all; on the contrary, this asymmetric treatment was addictive for her, delighting and energizing her.
“Free up your time for the new shoot tomorrow,” Cheng Zhu stated directly.
Ye Zi had pinned his WeChat chat, and feeling a tingling excitement, she replied, “Understood!”
Cheng Zhu muttered to himself: “Last time, she replied with an emoji bearing the words ‘Understood,’ enclosed between two ‘Throwing Flowers’ emojis. This time she’s started directly typing the reply. ‘Understood.'”
Not even pretending anymore, huh?
