Rebirth Must Be Happy

"My brother said that the year after LPL wins the championship, he will take advantage of the booming industry to cash out his shares in those live streaming platforms at the peak."

On the tennis court in early spring, Song Zhiyu, dressed in a pink and white tracksuit, slightly sweaty, sat down on a bench with a tennis racket in hand. She unscrewed the water bottle she had brought, took a sip of water, and then turned to Chen Xingzhu, whose face was also flushed from exercise, and said, "Do you think my brother's head is fried?"

"Anyway, you can make money by listening to him."

Chen Xingzhu also took a sip of water, put down the cup, took out a tissue from her bag, handed one to Song Zhiyu, and then took another one to wipe her sweat. "Just don't come up with any sudden ideas."

What do you mean?

Song Zhiyu rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. "It's not like I'd lose money if I had a sudden inspiration."

Before Chen Xingzhu could speak, she raised an eyebrow and asked in a rather proud tone, "Have you ever watched League of Legends matches?"

"No."

"I've seen it!"

Song Zhiyu became even more arrogant. "I investigated first before speaking. I'm not saying whether I should listen to him or not. Anyone with a brain knows that the entire industry will rise after LPL wins the championship. But based on my observation, LPL has no chance of winning the championship at all. If they never win the championship, then they will never be sold?"

"I don't know. He's not a god, how would he know if he'll win?"

Chen Xingzhu answered subconsciously, but then a thought suddenly struck her. Thinking of her previous doubts, she felt that Xu Jinhuan seemed very confident about these things. So she thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, since you're watching, just pay attention when there's a competition. If you win, sell it; if you don't, just keep waiting."

"If we really win the championship, all the boys in our school will definitely talk about it, and I'll definitely know."

Song Zhiyu didn't pay much attention to it. As she said, if such a thing really happened, she would definitely know. Leaning back in her chair, she picked up her phone and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Shiling, you posted on Weibo!"

Chen Xingzhu turned her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed: "What?"

"The other you in the world is your sister."

Song Zhiyu typed quickly and replied casually, then pouted and said, "You're beating around the bush when you want a gift, you're getting more and more cunning... You're completely different from Sister Xingzhu. We were born to the same parents, how come there's such a big difference in how we treat each other?"

As she spoke, she continued typing rapidly. Chen Xingzhu leaned over to take a look and said with some amusement, "She found out about your comment insulting her on her Weibo last time. Aren't you afraid she'll come after you again?"

"I used my classmate's alternate account this time, and she doesn't know that I was the one who insulted her."

Song Zhiyu said smugly, "Besides, so many online trolls are criticizing her, it doesn't matter if I'm one more. I can even help her gain some popularity. She should be thanking me."

"Then she is very grateful to you."

Chen Xingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing several boys in the distance glancing at the two of them, she stood up and asked, "Are you still going to play? If not, let's go back."

"Hmm... Let's go back."

Song Zhiyu thought for a moment, "I've done enough exercise today, so I can reward myself with a good meal... Shall we go for barbecue?"

"Go eat if you want."

Chen Xingzhu turned around to pack her things and was about to leave when Song Zhiyu suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and stared at Chen Xingzhu with wide eyes, holding her phone: "Were you playing on your phone just now?"

"??"

Chen Xingzhu gave her a questioning look.

"Didn't you betray me?"

Song Zhiyu frowned, looking utterly bewildered. "I've already changed my number, how does she still know it's me?"

"Let me see."

Chen Xingzhu took her phone and glanced at it. She saw that Chen Xingruo had posted a screenshot of Song Zhiyu's comment in the group chat and questioned, "@Song Zhiyu, you surnamed Song, come out here. What do you mean? How did I become a jerk?"

He then sent two emojis, one of him wielding a blood-dripping cleaver and shouting "I'll kill you," and the other of "Rebound." Chen Xingzhu chuckled and handed the phone back to Song Zhiyu. Song Zhiyu took the phone but then glanced at Chen Xingzhu sideways: "What do you mean by that 'hmm'? Are you looking down on me?"

This was a deliberate imitation of a line from a movie. Chen Xingzhu vaguely remembered it, but couldn't recall it immediately. So she rolled her eyes, slung her backpack over one shoulder, and turned to leave in a rather cool manner: "Yeah."

I'll blow your head off sooner or later!

Song Zhiyu pretended to wave her fist and angrily typed in the group chat: "Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation. Do you have any evidence to back up your lies?"

Chen Xingruo: "I have no evidence, but don't I know you well enough?"

Song Zhiyu: "Then you are slandering me."

Song Zhiyu: "@Xu Jinhuan, she's slandering me!"

Song Zhiyu: "Oh! I see. You deliberately posted it in the group not to criticize me, but to let my brother see this comment, right?"

With a look of sudden realization, she followed Chen Xingzhu out while typing rapidly: "You're so insidious! Your tea-making skills are getting better and better!"

Inside the van, Chen Xingruo's cheeks flushed. Although she had sent the screenshots to settle scores with Song Zhiyu, she had considered this aspect when sending the message. Even though it wasn't for that reason, she knew he would see it and didn't "avoid" it.

In other words, what Song Zhiyu said is true in a certain sense.

She really meant that.

However, admitting it was impossible, and Chen Xingruo quickly typed: "Don't judge others by your own standards. I will buy whatever I want. I don't care if others give it to me!"

After sending it, she regretted it a little, feeling that the tone of the sentence was a bit too strong and intense.

What if Xu Jinhuan originally intended to give it to me, but then saw my message and decided not to?
She waited and waited, but no one replied to the message in the group. Even Song Zhiyu didn't refute her anymore. She couldn't help but feel uneasy. She was worried that Xu Jinhuan might see it, and she was also worried that Song Zhiyu might privately message Xu Jinhuan to complain.

Otherwise, given Song Zhiyu's personality, how could she possibly remain silent and not refute him?
More than ten minutes later, Song Zhiyu replied to the message again. When Chen Xingruo opened it, she saw that she had sent a photo, which was also a model of the Somersault Cloud 7, but in purple.

"Is it pretty?"

Song Zhiyu boasted smugly, revealing her ugly face, "My brother gave it to me. Sister Xingzhu and Sister Wanqing also have some, and they're even among the earlier ones. Aren't you envious?"

As if afraid Chen Xingzhu wouldn't see it, she also sent a picture of the model car's serial number: 777.
When Chen Xingruo saw the message, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness, an indescribable bitterness spreading through her heart. She gently bit her lip, then forced herself to remain calm and sent a message in the group: "So I'm the only one who didn't, right?"

These were her true feelings, but the tone she used when she said them in the group chat was completely different from her actual mood. She was afraid that people would see that she cared about this matter, so she tried her best to pretend to be normal when she said it, so as not to be discovered that something was wrong.

So she quickly typed back, "Anyway, I don't care."

Song Zhiyu: "Tch! Nobody said they were going to give it to you!"

She immediately followed up with a smug emoji with her hands on her hips. In the past, Chen Xingruo would not have cared about such little jokes, but at this moment she was a little sensitive and unhappy, but did not want to be seen, so she put away her phone and did not reply.

Anyway, she's a big star, she's always busy, it's normal that she doesn't have time to reply to messages, it doesn't mean she's angry.

After being busy outside for more than half a month, she returned to Beijing on time, just before her birthday. She didn't go to the company, but went straight home. Only the housekeeper was home. She greeted her and then hugged "Panda," whom she hadn't seen for many days, and went back to her room.

She lay down on the bed and just turned over when she suddenly noticed something extra somewhere. She got up and saw something on the top shelf of the glass display case where she kept her gifts. She blinked and then went over to it.

During this process, she confirmed two things:

First, there was indeed an extra item. Someone had secretly entered my room while I was away and placed this gift in the glass cabinet where I kept my collection of gifts.

Secondly, it was a car model, a very familiar car model with the logo of Sun Wukong riding on his somersault cloud.

Chen Xingruo walked closer, opened the glass case, and took out the bright orange, beautiful car model. She noticed it also had a limited edition serial number: 306.
She and her sister are twins. Her birthday is the sixth day of the second lunar month, while her Gregorian calendar birthday is March 6th, which is 306. (End of Chapter)