Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 28 Tiffany Blue
"Who are you looking for? I know them all."

"Which girl are you looking for? I'll call her over to you."

Several boys immediately became enthusiastic.

Lu Siwen stood on tiptoe and scanned the area, then said in distress, "I don't know his name either."

Finally, I saw the boy sitting by the window.

She didn’t know if it was because of what happened last night, but she felt that even if this boy was just reading quietly, there was a hazy aura around him.

Maybe it was not an illusion, because the sunlight just fell on Zhai Da's book.

"Can you help me call that boy?"

All the boys turned their heads and fell silent.

Patek Philippe was also bought?
"Zhai Da!"

Half of the class heard this jealous and broken voice, and dozens of pairs of eyes turned towards the back door.

The protagonist of the incident frowned and looked over, wanting to see which son missed his dad.

I was shocked! Did you eat too much smoked chicken?

Then he saw Lu Siwen waving excitedly, and a group of boys with strange expressions as if their father had died.

Zhai Da closed the book in a leisurely manner, and without even getting up from Yang Fan, he just pushed himself up with his hands and jumped out of his seat.

He walked over with big strides.

People have two hands, so there are both Vacheron Constantin and Patek Philippe. Is it strange?

In the back corner of the corridor, Zhai Da put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do.
Sorry for the interruption, he was just maintaining the persona of a literary young man, looking out the window.

He is not a literary youth, but he has come into contact with many and knows that the most important thing to maintain this kind of personality is to "leave blank space".

Don't express it, but let people imagine it.

Don't reveal what you know, but keep people guessing.

After all, most literary young people have only read "To Live", "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "The Moon and Sixpence". They are probably only ten Mosangs away from real "literature and art".

Sorry, I said the wrong thing, it was Maupassant.

Looking at Zhai Da's calm eyes, Lu Siwen became curious. What was Zhai thinking about?

They just felt it was impolite to stare at each other, so they both looked out the window together.

Zhai Da once again successfully created and integrated the "literary and artistic atmosphere".

"Student Zhai, did you receive the message I sent you last night? Maybe you entered the wrong number?"

Zhai Da was very frugal with his words: "Sorry, I'm taking a shower."

Lu Siwen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Although she sent four or five messages last night, they were sent over three or four hours.

If everyone is taking a shower, they will be swollen.
"Student Zhai, your micro-novel is really well written. Do you have the habit of writing normally?"

Zhai Da: “Occasionally, but not often.”

Lu Siwen looked at the playground outside the window and felt a little stuck.

The other party's desire to communicate seems to be very weak.
As expected of someone with such great writing skills, it’s normal for him to be a little aloof!

In fact, she didn't know why she came to see Zhai Da.

Even though I tossed and turned all night, when we were face to face, I felt empty.

Looks so stupid
Lu Siwen pursed his lips and mustered up the courage to say, "Student Zhai, I actually like to write something, and I would like to ask you for some writing skills."

Zhai Da finally had a different reaction and turned around: "I just wrote it casually, I can't teach you."

Lu Siwen retreated again after mustering up the courage, but then he heard:
“But it’s good to communicate with each other.”

Lu Siwen's mood brightened again.

Having made up her mind, Lu Siwen blushed and took out a notebook, which was not the one from yesterday but a more advanced one.

The special blue color can be recognized as "Tiffany" at a glance, because this color is called "Tiffany Blue".

It's not expensive, after all, it's just a notebook. But it's pretty cool.

This girl's family background might be better than Zhai Da imagined.

There are rich people in Dongyang County as well. In fact, the poorer the county, the greater the gap between the rich and the poor.

Whether opening a factory or doing foreign trade, there are opportunities to become wealthy in Bulk North. If a family has an asset of over 100 million or even more, Zhai Da is not surprised at all.

The later rich cannot imagine how much richer the earlier rich are. Their pocket money may be longer than your bank password.

As for why a child from such a family went to school in woolen textile, perhaps it was because his family’s business was in Dongyang County and he couldn’t leave?

Lu Siwen has a strong sense of "not being grounded", which must come from her family and parents.

When I open my mouth, there is only the spring breeze and the sunset, and no oil, salt, sauce, vinegar or tea in my heart.

However, this "ungrounded" nature, combined with her 3 points of innocence, 3 points of literature and art, and 94 points of pure and lovely appearance, does not make people feel disgusted.

Lu Siwen held the Tiffany notebook in both hands and said solemnly: "Student Zhai, there are some things I usually write in it. Mainly modern poems and essays, and some micro-novels. If you don't mind, can you help me take a look?"

Zhai Da took the notebook, and there was a pen on the side, but unfortunately it was not the fountain pen from yesterday, but a blue ink pen that came with Tiffany.

But Zhai Da still took it.

"I will read it carefully. Thank you for trusting me."

The blush on Lu Siwen's face did not fade away for a long time. She had been writing since she was a child, but the number of times she had shown her works to others was very few, except for a female friend in junior high school. Zhai Da was the first one.

To put it bluntly, her parents were not allowed to touch their own notebooks.

Lu Siwen suddenly realized that this was no different from handing in his diary.
But it was too late to regret now. Lu Siwen calmed down and said expectantly: "Does Mr. Zhai have any recorded works? I would like to read them too."

Exchanging works is a common practice among literary and artistic young people.

Zhai Dasin said, "I have a dick, and I can't stop reading "Senior High School Mathematics Lecture X" every day.

I watched the seventh lecture five times last night.
But he said, "It's not much, and it may not be compiled into a book. I will text it to you when I have the chance."

Lu Siwen nodded happily.

"By the way, did you bring the paper from yesterday?"

Lu Siwen clenched his fingers and said weakly: "I accidentally got it dirty"

She held it to her chest while sleeping last night, but when she woke up she found it was covered with saliva. She was too embarrassed to pick it up again.

It's hard to explain.
Zhai Da nodded, silently estimating in his mind the probability of getting the pen if he asked for it at this moment.

It should be difficult but you should at least bring up the subject once.

"I saw you writing with a traditional fountain pen last night. Is that inconvenient? You have to carry ink with you?"

Lu Siwen didn't feel that the topic was jumping, or she thought that literary youth were like this:
"Not entirely. I still use a fountain pen when doing homework. The fountain pen was left to me by my grandfather. I only take it out when I need to record something."

Zhai Da was shocked. Left by his grandfather? It can't be a relic!
This is troublesome.
It is almost impossible to buy it with money, and the other party is not short of money.
However, in order to leave a foreshadowing, Zhai Da still said:
"Oh, I actually used to practice writing with a fountain pen, but I stopped using it later. Maybe a fountain pen can really make writing more inspiring."

Lu Siwen nodded: "The ink marks left by the pen will give a more realistic feeling to the writing."

The two were not that familiar with each other, so there was not much to talk about. Instead of having awkward conversation, it was better to stop at the point. Zhai Da took the initiative to say that he would go back to study first.

Lu Siwen nodded, and the two parted ways.

Back in the classroom, Zhai Da was thoughtful.

He still likes "special things" that can be bought with money, even if he doesn't have much money at the moment.

Things that cannot be bought with money, or that require certain prerequisites to use money, will greatly increase the energy he needs to expend.

In the future, it may be possible to give up obtaining [equipment] because it is too troublesome.

After all, "special items" are unlimited, but human energy is limited.
Putting aside all distracting thoughts for the time being, Zhai Da ignored the vague prying eyes from the class and continued to recite ancient poems and texts.

My deskmate Yang Fan was still lying on the desk, lazy and decadent, but his mind could not calm down for a long time.

Why are some people able to stand up again after suffering the same blow?

More girls noticed it.
Why!
　The scheduled message was sent out, ten minutes late.

　　Considering that some friends said it was too late and they were tired of waiting, the update time of the second chapter will be changed to 11pm from tomorrow, so that everyone can stay up less...
　　Goodnight Makkabaka
　　
　
(End of this chapter)