Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1671 - 909: Lost and Found Again (2)

Speaking of it, she was already intoxicated, wishing she could sing out loud.

I, Yu Wen, sixteen years old, with assets of three hundred thousand!

Jiang Yanan took advantage of Yu Wen not paying attention to secretly observe Huang Zhongfei’s reaction.

As expected of a class president with high standards, he showed no embarrassment and maintained an excellent demeanor.

Jiang Yanan awkwardly scratched the floor with her toes.

Lu Qiqi, in a sour manner: "Wenwen, what are you planning to buy?"

Yu Wen heard the tone of her friend and felt secretly pleased; Qiqi hadn’t envied her like this for a long time.

Yu Wen glanced at Lu Qiqi and noticed her gold earrings and gold ring. In the past, Lu Qiqi would always flaunt them nonchalantly, displaying an attitude of wealth.

This made her curse countless times behind her back, ’What a tacky woman!’

The next second, Yu Wen blurted out, "I want to buy a gold bracelet, 40 grams, no, 50 grams!"

Now, the gold prices are very cheap, two or three hundred per gram. Even factoring in the workmanship, a 50-gram gold bracelet costs just over ten thousand.

Lu Qiqi felt a pang in her heart. For someone who loves to pretend, seeing her sister’s rapid rise was really hard to bear.

Lu Qiqi: "Hey, isn’t that a bit excessive? A 50-gram bracelet is heavy and too ostentatious..."

Yu Wen was calm and composed: "It’s okay, I’ll publicly say that I bought a fake bracelet."

Lu Qiqi shut her mouth.

Jiang Yanan recalled that Yu Wen once wore a red rope with gold beads on her hand, which Cui Yu took off with a magnet one day, making Lu Qiqi laugh out loud on the spot.

The current scene made Jiang Yanan even more determined to stay low-key, as things change over time.

As they talked, a sudden commotion erupted at the bus stop: "Where’s my phone? Damn it, where’s my phone!"

A thirty-year-old man frantically shouted, rummaging all over himself with his hands.

The pedestrians waiting for the bus around him stepped back two steps.

Some kind-hearted people used their eyes to help him search the ground.

The man searched for a while, then approached Yu Wen and the others, suddenly looking earnest: "Hi, can I borrow your phone to make a call?"

Yu Wen took a step back, hugged her bag tightly, and warily stared at the man in front of her.

Jiang Yanan picked up her phone, pretending to hand it to him.

Huang Zhongfei stopped her and said, "What’s your phone number? I’ll call for you!"

There’s a scam where the con artist borrows your phone to make a call, and then a thief runs off with it, while the con artist seems to chase the thief but disappears.

"My number is hard to remember..."

"It’s okay, just say it..." Huang Zhongfei said.

"139... huh!" The man suddenly looked down at the ground: "Whose money is this?"

’Money dropped’ works better than ’look at an alien’; people instinctively glanced at the ground and indeed saw a red hundred yuan note.

As everyone gazed at the red banknote, various thoughts arose in their minds, and from the back of the bus stop, a shadow swiftly appeared, grabbing the bag in Yu Wen’s arms like an apparition, and ran away at high speed.

Yu Wen was pulled to the side and fell to the ground. Realizing her bag was gone, she screamed in terror, "Ah! My bag! My bag!"

At the same time, the man shouting about the phone quietly vanished.

Huang Zhongfei hurriedly chased after the thief.

However, the thief gained a few seconds’ head start and was very fast, increasing the distance to dozens of meters and widening it further.

Yu Wen watched helplessly as the thief ran farther and farther away, nearly falling into despair.

...

Before the crosswalk, the red light was at 90 seconds as Xue Yuantong finally counted down to the green light.

As she was about to lift her little shoes, she suddenly heard screams coming from the bus stop, then saw a shadow quickly approaching.

"What happened?" Her small face looked bewildered.

As the figure got closer, Xue Chuchu noticed the bag in their hands and frowned, "Something’s wrong, it looks like a thief!"

Once she spoke, within two seconds, the quickly running thief rushed to the front of the group, posing a posture of crashing into them.

Jiang Ning grabbed Tongtong’s collar, lifted her off the ground to avoid the impact.

The thief continued straight ahead, and at the fleeting moment of passing by, Jiang Ning gently extended his foot.

The thief, who was running wildly, suddenly tripped, launched into the air. As he was sprinting at full speed, one can imagine how dreadful the fall was.

Unless you’re a professionally trained sprinter able to minimize harm by adjusting your fall, but how could a thief know that?

The thief crashed to the ground, somersaulting, then rolled along the ground twice, emitting continuous groans, unable to get up again.

Behind him, Huang Zhongfei finally caught up, first examining the thief’s miserable state, noticing earlier that it was Jiang Ning who stuck out his foot, so casually...

Huang Zhongfei didn’t have time to thank him. He took out his phone and dialed 110. Since the thief was suspected of theft, the police had to handle it.

When Yu Wen and the others arrived, Huang Zhongfei finished the call and explained to them what had happened.

Jiang Yanan’s slightly small eyes gazed at Jiang Ning with admiration.

Even the less enthusiastic Lu Qiqi, about Yu Wen winning, thanked him, "Jiang Ning, thank goodness for you... If not for you..."

You must know that was Lu Qiqi’s LV bag; if it was stolen, she would also suffer a loss.

Initially, Yu Wen, who was not so fond of Jiang Ning, was moved to tears by his divine intervention: "Jiang Ning, rest assured, I will reward you generously. When I win the prize, I’ll definitely thank you properly!"

The joy of recovering what was lost was evident at this moment: "I’ll remember this for a lifetime!"

Jiang Ning glanced at her, in the previous life, Yu Wen was Shen Qing’e’s top friend, Lu Qiqi the second, and Jiang Yanan was neutral.

But now, the scales have completely shifted.

Jiang Ning’s expression was playful: ’I wonder what Shen Qing’e will think when she finds out after school starts?’

The police car arrived with flashing lights. Jiang Ning didn’t stay, taking advantage of the green light, he crossed to the zebra line and retrieved his precious electric scooter.

...

The snow was still falling, the sidewalk covered with a continuous blanket of snowflakes, forming a thin velvet carpet, glimmering faintly under the moonlight.

Xue Chuchu softly said, "It’s beautiful."

Tongtong was surprised, "Oh, Chuchu, didn’t you always say the village snow was the prettiest?"

Tongtong’s words brought Xue Chuchu’s thoughts back to the year before last. It was a cold winter day when she lived in the Old City’s building, and Tongtong took photos of the falling snow for her.

At that time, she had just arrived in the urban area, full of nostalgia for her youthful days, unwilling to let go, her heart resisting the modern city.

But over the past year, it seems she’s changed a lot...

She looked up at the slowly drifting feathers in the night sky, piece by piece, layer upon layer, graceful and persistent.

Amidst the dancing snowflakes, the tall buildings flickering with neon lights could still be vaguely seen in the distance.

Xue Chuchu’s thoughts suddenly surged, that perhaps this scene would remain in her memory for years to come, becoming a recollection.

She responded to Tongtong, "Each has its own beauty."

Xue Yuantong couldn’t promptly respond to Chuchu, as she was busy handling her mom’s messages on WeChat...

Earlier, when she won a scratch-off lottery, she shared it with her mom, hoping her mom would praise her.

Her mom replied first with a message: "Such good luck? Winning three hundred yuan."

Then sent 30-second and 20-second voice notes.

Xue Yuantong didn’t even have to guess; she knew her mom must have got carried away and sent voice messages to praise her awesomeness. But now she had something to do, needing to talk to Chuchu, so she didn’t listen.

Xue Yuantong simply sent a perfunctory message: "Haha, so funny, my mom!"

After sending it, just as she was about to put her phone away, her mom replied: "I hurt my hand killing a fish to make you fish soup for tomorrow morning, and you’re laughing?"

Xue Yuantong was taken aback: "Huh?"

She immediately opened the voice message, and from the speaker came Aunt Gu’s account of how she got injured.

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