11. Simai Lu
The sky outside darkened, and the lively BGM of the square dance ladies filled the community garden.
Dinner at Jiang Zhi’s home was takeout again today.
Qian Qian was very dissatisfied, pouting and mumbling, “Qian Qian doesn’t want to eat this!”
Jiang Zhi glanced at the hamburger in her hand, “Then what do you want to eat?”
Kids nowadays are really picky. When I was little, I couldn’t even get a hamburger.
“I want to eat the fried rice with eggs that mom makes.”
“Hehe.”
Jiang Zhi rolled her eyes, “I want to eat the fried rice with eggs that I cook too.”
Cooking was impossible.
She didn’t even dare to light the stove, what if she set the house on fire?
But her future self seemed to be a good cook.
Qian Qian kept mumbling about the ordinary fried rice with eggs, what on earth had her future self gone through?
Jiang Zhi didn’t dare to think further.
“Oh right, I’m going out to work tomorrow. You be good at home, if you need anything just talk to the surveillance.”
“Ah~ no, no, no!”
Qian Qian was unhappy: “Qian Qian doesn’t want to be home alone.”
“I have to make money, so I can buy you lots and lots of toys, right?”
Jiang Zhi said calmly.
She had just become a mother for less than three days, and she was already so skilled at coaxing a child, the perfunctory words rolled off her tongue.
“But…”
Qian Qian wanted to say something, but paused and pouted.
“Okay then!”
Her cheeks puffed out: “Mom is a bad egg! A big bad egg!”
“Ah, yes, yes, yes…”
Jiang Zhi ignored the little girl’s grievance, opened her notebook, and started typing at the dining table.
Today’s plan was still three updates.
Although she found a job, writing novels was still her main source of income.
It turned out that updating frequently was really effective.
Yesterday she unprecedentedly updated three chapters, and already received quite a few gifts.
Looking at the increasingly growing royalty income, Jiang Zhi felt motivated, and her typing speed picked up.
I am a pigeon: Three updates are in, please check.
Jiang Zhi had no time to check the buzzing group of book friends because Jiang Ruyan sent her a message again.
Ruyan the Emperor: Help save sister please, little Zhi!
Ruyan the Emperor: Performance chart.
Jiang Zhi’s eyelids twitched; this performance was all D’s, even in the black iron level, it was considered a weak batch.
She contemplated typing.
I am a pigeon: But I have something to do, Sister Jiang.
She really didn’t want to carry a noob!
Putting aside carrying a teammate, fishing was also not that great!
Speaking of which, Jiang Ruyan had also asked her to bring a notebook to work tomorrow; she still had to think about how to refuse then.
Ruyan the Emperor: Okay then (aggrieved).
Jiang Zhi sighed in relief and turned her head to see Qian Qian had finished her hamburger and was happily drinking cola.
“Ah…….”
That’s the cola I ordered for myself…..
Jiang Zhi was speechless: “Just drink a little, don’t have something so cold at night.”
“Oh.”
Qian Qian obediently put down her cola and bounced over to the sofa.
She watched the animated program on TV, occasionally bursting into a peal of silver bell-like laughter.
Jiang Zhi suddenly felt something was off.
Speaking of which, she was now half a parent; should she set some rules for the child?
Like what time to sleep, how long to watch TV…
She had seen on short videos that many families did this, right?
She was an orphan, had never been cared for from childhood to adulthood, and didn’t know how to be a qualified parent.
After thinking for a long time, she couldn’t come up with a definitive answer.
Jiang Zhi shook her head, thinking to herself, forget it, just take it step by step.
At this moment, she admired her future self very much.
She was forced to take on this responsibility, but her future self seemed to have actively embraced the role of a mother.
Hmm…
Shouldn’t it be active?
It can’t be that she was also forced, right?
Could it be that her future self had been coerced into being that way by a man named Su Yan…
Jiang Zhi hurriedly interrupted her imagination.
This was her only flaw, when she had nothing to do, she would think of nonsense, and the main thoughts were quite ridiculous!
Scaring herself~
“Didi.”
Simai Lu: Another three updates?
Simai Lu: Wow my big brother is amazing!
I am a pigeon: ?
I am a pigeon: Are you showing off your suppressed feelings?
Jiang Zhi didn’t expect it was Simai Lu messaging her; she thought Jiang Ruyan had something to ask her again.
Didn’t this guy say he was going on a business trip this morning?
Simai Lu: Are you logging in or not?
Jiang Zhi’s eyes lit up.
She didn’t want to play with noobs like Sister Jiang, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to play with her big brother!
Who wouldn’t want to experience the feeling of being led by a big brother?
Just right, she hadn’t played for a few days.
Glancing at Qian Qian, who was focused on watching TV, that’s fine, for now, it wasn’t her concern.
I am a pigeon: Valorant, let’s go!
Five minutes later.
Jiang Zhi controlled that familiar blocky character on the screen, helplessly clicking the mouse to chop wood.
“Why is it MC?”
She typed in the chat bar at the lower right corner.
Although they had known each other online for so long, they had never specifically opened their microphones to talk.
Most of their communication was through typing.
Even in games like this where communication was needed, Jiang Zhi would occasionally open her mic just to call out a point.
As for Simai Lu, he had never opened his mic at all.
Generally speaking, people like this were called a “tumor.”
But there was no helping it; his skills were strong, and he could kill everyone without talking, so it was fine, right?
So most of the time, Jiang Zhi called Simai Lu “Show-off Brother.”
But there were benefits to this, not opening the mic meant Jiang Zhi’s gender transition wouldn’t be exposed.
After all, to the other party, her gender was undeniably male.
“I’m on a plane, it’s hard to play Valorant.”
“On a plane?!”
Jiang Zhi was shocked: “Didn’t you say you were going on a business trip out of town this morning?”
“Yes, I’m on a business trip.”
Simai Lu’s character combined a few iron pieces: “I’m going on a business trip to America, it’s a 12-hour flight.”
“Impressive.”
Jiang Zhi had no words left.
The rich guy was indeed a rich guy; going on a business trip across the ocean, it was probably a very high-end job just by hearing about it.
She didn’t ask more.
Jiang Zhi gave Simai Lu a punch: “Did you just use the iron I smelted?”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Then where did you get the iron helmet from? Are you crazy to combine this thing?!”
—
In the sky above the Pacific Ocean, ten thousand meters high.
Outside the window was an endless expanse of darkness, and the cabin of the airplane was quiet, with only the engine emitting a faint roar.
Su Yan chuckled silently.
“What are you laughing at? Like a lovesick fool.”
Next to him, Zheng Ming felt curious, following Su Yan’s gaze, the desire to complain surged instantly.
“Playing MC can make you laugh like that?”
“You don’t understand crap.”
Su Yan was too lazy to explain: “Why don’t you sleep a bit longer? There’s still plenty of time until we reach America.”
“You know how our schedules are.”
Zheng Ming stretched lazily: “At this hour, aren’t we usually playing practice matches?”
“But they are all fast asleep.”
Su Yan pointed to the teammates sleeping in front and said expressionlessly, “If you’re nervous, don’t hold it in.”
“Who, who’s nervous! I’m excited, aren’t you excited about going abroad for the competition?”
“Not bad.”
Zheng Ming suddenly deflated like a deflated balloon, grumbling: “Damn it, it just had to be you.”
Of course.
The person in front of him was a man who once represented the region to win a championship.
“Yan Ge.”
Zheng Ming stared blankly at the ceiling: “Do you think we can win the championship this time?”
Su Yan didn’t answer.
He controlled his character in the game, secretly took a few blocks of iron from the furnace, and crafted an iron helmet.
While typing, he said, “I generally don’t consider such questions.”
