I’m really immortal Chapter 67

Liu Chang’an brought over a plate of fruits and vegetables, filled to the brim, and said, “I’ll give you the secret technique of the Dòu jiàng Sauce, do you want to learn it?”

An Wan picked up a carrot stick about the size of her finger and took a small bite.

“I’m not interested!” An Wan loudly refused, her face flushing with anger, and her eyes flashing with resentment as she glared at Liu Chang’an.

“Hurry up,” Liu Chang’an reminded her, “Actually, I should have given it to you a long time ago. You know why authors who write urban romance novels always start writing in the spring?”

“What does this have to do with anything?” Liu Chang’an’s topic was jumping around too much, and An Wan couldn’t keep up.

“If you were a librarian, you would know that the borrowing rate of romance novels is much higher in the spring than in the summer. This means that people’s demand for romantic stories is seasonal. In the spring, readers are more interested in romance novels. If I started writing in the summer, my grades would probably drop.”

“What does this have to do with me?” An Wan retorted, but then she remembered that after the Spring Festival, she had bought two romance novels and devoured them eagerly. Now, she didn’t have the same interest in reading them.

However, this was because her studies were getting more intense, and besides… who said An Wan didn’t have romantic desires now? What a fool.

“Because physical needs are influenced by physiological factors, and in the spring, blood and energy are more vigorous, making the body more suitable for nourishment and growth. If you started practicing the Dòu jiàng Sauce in the spring, I think you wouldn’t be so concerned about Ba Jiu now,” Liu Chang’an said regretfully.

“Who’s concerned about Ba Jiu?” An Wan firmly denied, but… maybe she would try next spring?

“Eat!”

“I’ll eat some fruit first… by the way, Ba Jiu has a prize, right? I think she’ll definitely buy some makeup, she likes to dress up.”

“I saw her plan, and it’s to change her phone.”

“What’s the point of looking at her plan?”

“I’ll see what girls like, so I’ll know what to give them as gifts in the future.”

An Wan coughed lightly, turned her head to look out the window, and tried to appear nonchalant, but she didn’t want Liu Chang’an to notice that she was thinking about whether he would give her gifts.

“By the way, I heard from Professor Ling, who lives opposite my house, that a professor and a student from Xiangda University got into a scandal, and the school and their families found out,” An Wan said in a hushed tone, trying to change the subject. If they continued talking about the original topic, Liu Chang’an might think that An Wan would be happy to receive gifts from him. An Wan hoped he would come up with the idea himself, rather than being prompted.

“This kind of thing is very common,” Liu Chang’an said, “In general, a woman’s life or social environment is relatively simple, especially when there’s a strong and dominant male figure in her social circle who can control her life, work, and studies. She’s easily possessed by him.”

An Wan was very impressed, saying, “Liu Chang’an, if there’s a professional for nonsense, you must be the professor of nonsense.” When she was with Liu Chang’an, she never had to worry about running out of topics. He could talk about anything, from the origin of life to the characteristics of plants in different historical periods, just by pointing to a tuft of dogtail grass.

“In the future, you can call me Professor Liu.”

“I’m An Wan, a freshman from the 2017 class. Please let me learn how to nonsense from you.”

“Usually, professors don’t take on freshmen, unless it’s for special training tasks.”

“You’re not taking me on, and I’ll bully you.”

“Alright.”

An Wan had a triumphant smile, as if she had won a major victory, and snatched a piece of vegetable from Liu Chang’an’s bowl.

“That girl is so pitiful, and the professor definitely won’t marry her,” An Wan said sympathetically.

“That’s true. According to the old saying, ‘From fifteen to twenty-five, women should nourish their Yang energy and blood, making their skin and spirits radiant. From twenty-five to thirty-five, men should reciprocate, and although it won’t be very beneficial, it won’t cause great harm either. After forty, it will lead to illness. If the heavenly Qi is exhausted, it’s like a withered tree absorbing water, and it’s like demonic intercourse, which will destroy one’s life. Men’s essence and blood are like sparse rain, and when they grow old, it’s like frost and snow, making their faces wither and fade…’ In short, it means that man is absorbing the woman’s energy.”

“You’re talking nonsense, and it’s not the same as saying someone is being taken advantage of!” An Wan said, looking around to see if anyone was listening to Liu Chang’an’s words, her face red with anger, “You don’t actually believe this, do you?”

“It’s limited by the times, don’t expect someone to have surpassing knowledge in any field. History develops, and civilization advances.”

“You really believe this… I’ll punish you by making you drink my soup!”

“I can drink three bowls.”

Liu Chang’an had believed it in the past, and who hadn’t experienced foolish years?

After finishing lunch, they rested for a while, and then the two of them rode their bicycles back to school. After entering the classroom, Liu Chang’an received a notification that his prize money had been transferred, thanking the school, thanking Zhao Wuqiang, and especially thanking Leader Ma Xingguo and Cousin Qin Yanan for their visit. He would invite them to dinner when he had the chance.

“Did your prize money arrive?” Ba Jiu whispered, as if sharing a secret, to Liu Chang’an.

She leaned in close, and Liu Chang’an could smell the faint fragrance between her lips.

“Yes.”

“I’ve spent all mine… I had planned ahead, so I cleared out my shopping cart.”

“What did you buy?”

“A phone, and a cute little skirt.”

Phone? Little skirt? Liu Chang’an glanced at An Wan.

An Wan was staring at Ba Jiu, that shameless, big-breasted woman who was getting too close to Liu Chang’an.

An Wan lifted up her book, covering her face, and slowly peeked out from between the pages to observe.

“Can I see the skirt you bought?” Liu Chang’an asked Ba Jiu.

Ba Jiu opened the webpage, showing Liu Chang’an the RB brand angelicpretty, with a pale pink color.

“Do all girls like this kind of thing?”

“Definitely, any girl would love it. Look at the floral pattern on top, doesn’t it look like a fairy’s dress?”

“Fairy?”

“Yes, fairy. Girls are all little fairies.”

Liu Chang’an turned his head back to read his book.

After school, An Wan didn’t practice basketball, and instead changed the number on the blackboard from “six days until the high school entrance exam” to “five days.” Then, she left with Liu Chang’an.

They parted ways at the bridge, and Liu Chang’an went to the vegetable market on his way home. He bought a big head of cabbage and placed it in the car, thinking that since even the wutong tree couldn’t escape the influence of the funeral, its appetite should be quite good. Every day, the little mother hen would take care of it, and it would need a balanced diet, so he would try feeding it the big head of cabbage.

After closing the car door, Liu Chang’an received a call from Qin Yanan, saying that their great-grandfather had sent a message, and she would come to find him.

Liu Chang’an had no objections, telling her to come to the mahjong hall.

As the sun set, and they finished dinner, what else could they do but play mahjong?

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