This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 61 I'll become a mosquito and suck you dry (Thanks to Changsha's Sun Alliance Leader)
The next morning, Chen Shi'an got up at five o'clock as usual and took Fei Mo out of the community to do parkour.

He expanded his activity range around his current residence once again, and the map in his mind became clearer. Within a radius of two kilometers, he estimated that no one was more familiar with the road conditions, buildings, and other information than him.

On the road, we also encountered a uniquely designed car with something that looked like a luggage rack on the roof, but instead of luggage, it had a camera with several lenses.

The camera rotated, turning towards Chen Shi'an. A red light flashed in front of his eyes, as if scanning him as well.

Out of curiosity, Chen Shi'an struck up a conversation with a young man waiting for the bus and asked, "Do you know what kind of bus that is?"

"That...it might be a test vehicle for autonomous driving of a new energy vehicle, or...oh! That's a high-precision map data collection vehicle from JGA, isn't it written on the back of the vehicle!"

"Map collection?"

"Yes, I don't know the specifics, but I've heard that in some remote or wilderness areas, map collectors still have to walk around to collect maps."

"Aren't they all talking about satellite positioning?"

"The accuracy is limited. When you open a map app, things like traffic regulations, traffic cameras, and road directions all need to be highly accurate."

Are all the data collectors their employees?

"It seems to be a crowdsourcing job, since anyone can do it and there's even a salary."

"I see. What do you do for a living? How do you know so much?"

"I write code."

"Going to work so early?"

"Oh, the settlement system has a bug. I just got off work."

"..."

"Dude, you're up so early, going for a run?"

"I'm collecting maps."

"……what?"

Chen Shi'an felt he had gained another piece of knowledge. He often used maps, but he didn't know where this information came from before. Now he knew.

He likes this software, which solves the problem of ordinary people being clueless when they go to unfamiliar places. He thinks that when he travels in the future, he can also become a map collector and explore those remote and hidden places, which is a benefit to the people.

……

At 6:15, Chen Shi'an, carrying his bag, arrived at the intersection where he had agreed to meet Wen Zhixia.

The girl was already waiting for him there.

She seemed much more energetic today than yesterday.

Carrying a large bag of breakfast in one hand and sipping a cup of soy milk in the other, she immediately looked at Chen Shi'an with surprise upon seeing him:
"Taoist priest! You've become famous again!"

"What the hell..."

"Didn't you see the Douyin video? Your video of practicing Baduanjin went viral! It's you, isn't it!"

"You saw it too?"

Chen Shi'an was somewhat surprised; if Wen Zhixia hadn't brought it up again, he would have almost forgotten about it.

"I didn't check it. I woke up this morning and saw everyone in the group chat sharing your video. Now the whole school knows about you!"

As Wen Zhixia walked, she took out her phone, opened Douyin (TikTok), and watched the original video. She even brought the screen closer to Chen Shi'an to show him.

In just one night, the video received 180,000 likes and over 20,000 favorites. Although it doesn't compare to videos with millions of likes, it's quite popular for a video that wasn't specifically marketed.

"Was this taken during your PE class?"

"correct."

"Aren't all the PE classes this week physical fitness tests? Why are you practicing Baduanjin?"

"If Teacher Wan wants to learn, then I'll practice for him."

"You'll teach Teacher Wan!"

"It's not a matter of teaching."

"Now that you're so popular, how do you feel? Other people rack their brains to make videos and they don't get many likes, but you casually post one and you get 180,000 likes!"

"...What's the use of becoming famous?"

Chen Shi'an wasn't asking a question he already knew the answer to; he genuinely had no idea what was going on. Even though he was the one who was famous, both Sister Wanyin and Xiao Zhi seemed more excited than he was.

Seeing the Taoist priest's puzzled expression, the girl pinched her chin, unsure of what to say.

"Being famous means you're famous! You can get a lot of traffic and attention, you can make money through live streaming, and you can sell goods and make a fortune. Being an internet celebrity is a lucrative business!"

"I see……"

After hearing what Wen Zhixia said, Chen Shi'an finally understood. In the end, it all came down to fame and fortune.

As the old saying goes, fame and fortune are important things in this world, but how many people throughout history have been able to give them up? The weight of fame and fortune is self-evident.

However, Chen Shi'an's ambitions lay elsewhere, which was related to his upbringing and education. In this respect, the master and disciple were exactly the same. Otherwise, with his master's abilities, Jingchen Temple wouldn't have been so poor, and he wouldn't have been interested in such a tiring and poorly paid job as a map collector.

"So, are you tempted yet?!" Seeing Chen Shi'an deep in thought, Wen Zhixia jumped up and down beside him, then turned and asked with a smile.

Chen Shi'an asked her with amusement, "You seem quite interested. Do you want to become an internet celebrity?"

"No, besides, becoming an internet celebrity isn't that easy. Things aren't like they used to be. It's very difficult to become famous now. Many people will do anything for traffic."

Wen Zhixia tugged at her backpack strap and sighed, "For an ordinary girl like me, I should just focus on studying hard, get into a good university, and find a good job."

"Even a pretty girl like you has it difficult?"

"~~~"

Hearing Chen Shi'an's straightforward praise, the girl blushed slightly, but secretly felt overjoyed.

Strangely enough, she had been praised for her beauty countless times since she was a child, and she had become numb to it. But for some reason, when she heard the same words from Chen Shi'an, her heart started pounding.

She wanted him to praise her more, but she couldn't be too obvious. So the girl lowered her head, kicked a small pebble, and said somewhat insecurely, "What's so pretty about me? I'm just very ordinary..."

"Hehe, you want me to praise you more, right? What a clever tactic of feigning retreat to advance!"

Chen Shi'an wasn't going to tolerate her and directly saw through the girl's little scheme.

Her little secret was ruthlessly exposed, and Wen Zhixia's face flushed red with embarrassment. She stammered something, "I didn't! I'm not! I... I've always thought of myself as very ordinary!"

"Oh, and very dishonest."

“Ahhhhh——!”

You damned Taoist priest! You stinking Taoist priest! I'll turn into a mosquito and suck you dry!!

Unable to argue with him, and the more she tried to justify herself, the more guilty she seemed, so she raised her little hand in embarrassment and anger to hit him.

But this stinky Taoist priest was as hard as a rock. Her continuous slapping felt like tickling him, and instead, her own palms became red and sore...

You damned Taoist priest! You stinky Taoist priest! You're never drinking my soy milk again!

……

6:27.

Chen Shi'an arrived at the classroom on time with the soy milk given to him by Wen Zhixia.

Even Li Wanyin and Wen Zhixia knew that the video of the Eight Pieces of Brocade had gone viral, not to mention their classmates.

Chen Shi'an quickened his pace and rushed to the safe zone before the crowd gathered around.

The class monitor's authority remained undiminished, and the onlookers dispersed dejectedly, deciding to wait until break time to have a proper talk with the Taoist priest.

Chen Shi'an put the soy milk in his hand on the table and took off the backpack from his shoulder.

Hearing the noise, Lin Mengqiu, who was doing her homework at her seat, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Soy milk again...

Do you love drinking soy milk that much?

I see you bringing in a cup of soy milk every day...

There weren't any other breakfast options, so they only sold soy milk?

As Chen Shi'an pulled out a chair and sat down, Lin Mengqiu subtly withdrew her gaze.

She also saw the video of the Eight Pieces of Brocade. Last night, when she was getting ready to go to sleep, a classmate who was secretly playing on her phone in the dormitory shared the video in the real class group chat, where Lao Liang wasn't there.

There are now sixty students in the class, and Lin Mengqiu doesn't know how many groups they have in private. Anyway, she has only joined two groups: one is the class group with the teacher and the other is the class group without the teacher.

It is said that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. Even teachers are treated this way. Lin Mengqiu has no doubt that everyone has a class group without her or any other teacher.

However, Lin Mengqiu was wrong about this.

There are only two group chats named after the class of Class 5 in the second year of high school, and she is in both of them.

The only classmate not in the group was her deskmate, Chen Shi'an.

It's not that we don't want to talk to Daoye (a local figure), but everyone has forgotten. Plus, cell phones aren't allowed in class, and people play on their phones back in the dorms, so no one notices it for a while.

As the class monitor, Lin Mengqiu has a responsibility to unite her classmates, even if she herself is not united with them. After Chen Shi'an sat down, Lin Mengqiu asked:

Do you have QQ?

"what?"

"QQ".

Chen Shi'an realized what this was and shook his head, saying, "No."

"..."

Fortunately, Lin Mengqiu had anticipated this answer. After spending a few days with him, she realized just how out of touch he was with most people's modern lives.

Does it exist on WeChat?

"Have."

"Give me your WeChat ID."

"Class monitor, do you want to add me on WeChat?"

"..."

Indeed.

But why does that sound so awkward...?

Lin Mengqiu thought back and realized that Chen Shi'an was indeed the first person she had ever asked for her WeChat.

"I'll add you to our class group."

"Okay, 1393..."

Chen Shi'an read out a string of numbers and then added, "This is my phone number and also my WeChat ID. Do I need to register a QQ account as well?"

"what ever."

Lin Mengqiu didn't have a good memory like him, so she wrote the number down on a piece of paper and planned to add him later when she got back to her dorm.

After finishing writing, she couldn't help but look at the number twice more, just like she did last night when she watched the Eight Pieces of Brocade video in bed.

I still managed to remember it by accident...

(Thanks to the leader of Changsha Sun, boss! You're so generous! May you make a fortune! Thank you for your support!)

(Two more chapters will be released at 5 PM!)

(End of this chapter)