Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 103 Heartbreak (Seeking First Subscription)

Chen Mo stood there, the setting sun casting a long shadow over him.

"A dead person?"

He looked down at the astrological chart in his hand, and remained silent for a while before raising his head.

"so what?"

Chen Mo's voice was calm, as if he didn't take it seriously, "So what do you think I am now?"

Liu Ruyan was stumped by the question. She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

"yes----"

She stared at Chen Mo for several seconds.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the other person's face, outlining his angular features, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a high nose bridge. Even his shadow on the ground exuded a youthful spirit.

"What exactly are you?"

Chen Mo met her gaze and suddenly smiled, causing Liu Ruyan's heart to tighten inexplicably.

"What else did your third uncle say?"

Liu Ruyan was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "He said—I should stay away from you and not get involved with anything unclean."

Chen Mo nodded and put the astrological chart into his pocket.

"Then you can leave now."

"Hey, feed me..." Liu Ruyan's eyes widened, not expecting this reaction. "You—aren't you going to explain?"

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"There's no good explanation, we're not that close."

Chen Mo gave her a strange look and prepared to leave.

"Ruyan? It's you. What are you doing in the boys' section at this hour?"

Three boys walked out of the neighboring courtyard. The one in the lead was in his early twenties. His hair was neatly parted in a 3/7 ratio and had been slicked back with hair oil, which shimmered in the setting sun.

If it weren't for the bruise under his eye, he would actually look quite like a refined young student.

This man was Zhou Jiachang.

Upon hearing the news about Liu Ruyan, he ran out halfway through applying the medicine.

In front of the goddess, Zhou Jiachang reverted to his gentle and refined demeanor, with a perfectly appropriate smile on his face.

The panda eyes are a bit funny.

Liu Ruyan took a step back in disdain: "Young Master Zhou, please include my surname when you call me by my first name. We're not that close."

Fang Yingxia hid behind her, pursed her lips, and tried to laugh but held it back.

Zhou Jiachang's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, and he even nodded: "We were classmates, I was just concerned about you."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Chen Mo, who was standing at the courtyard gate, before quickly returning to Liu Ruyan, his eyes filled with concern.

The concern was just right; any more would have seemed frivolous, any less would have been too unenthusiastic, as if it had been practiced countless times in front of a mirror.

Chen Mo was amazed by what he saw.

If he had learned even a fraction of this person's skills in his past life, he wouldn't still be a bachelor in his thirties.

"boring."

Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes at him, then slashed Chen Mo a few more times before pulling Fang Yingxia away in a hurry.

"Slow down, Ruyan—"

Zhou Jiachang stood there, his face still bearing that gentle expression, until her figure disappeared from sight, then he turned around and called out to Chen Mo who was leaving.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Chen Mo stopped and turned to look at him.

By this time, the sun had mostly set, and the light had dimmed, casting shadows over his face and eyebrows.

"I have a few questions for you."

Zhou Jiachang walked up and looked Chen Mo up and down.

Their gaze swept from his shoes to his collar, then back to his face, before they became alarmed.

"You know Liu Ruyan?" His tone was somewhat unfriendly, with obvious emotion.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, just quietly looked at him.

Zhou Jiachang waited a few moments, then lost his patience, took a step forward, and lowered his voice: "I'm asking you a question."

"What's it to you?" Chen Mo finally spoke, his expression somewhat strange. Did this person not know Liu Ruyan's hobbies?

Two classmates behind the other person moved forward, but Zhou Jiachang raised his hand to stop them.

"OK."

He stared at Chen Mo for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and said, "If you don't want to say, then don't, but..."

""

He took a step forward, lowering his voice even further, "Let me give you a piece of advice: stay away from Liu Ruyan. Someone like her is not someone you can get close to."

Chen Mo forced back a twitching smile. "What kind of person?"

Zhou Jiachang paused for a few seconds, momentarily at a loss for words.

After realizing what had happened, he returned to his original spot, cleared his throat, and said, "Anyway—you know what you're doing."

"Then you should go and tell her that this woman just came over and gave me her birth date and time, wanting me to be the son-in-law of the Liu family, saying that she would make me live a life of luxury."

Chen Mo patted the fortune-telling sticker on his hand, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I've thought about it and decided against it. Being the son-in-law of the Liu family doesn't seem easy, so I refused her."

"Didn't you see that the tips of her ears were still red when she left?"

Zhou Jiachang was stunned.

The two boys behind him were also stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.

"What did you say?" The smile vanished completely, replaced by an expression of disbelief. "You mean—Liu Ruyan came to find you on her own initiative?"

Chen Mo didn't speak, but simply waved the astrological chart in his hand, the smile still on his lips.

Zhou Jiachang stared at the piece of cardboard wrapped in red cloth, his pupils slightly contracting.

He recognized it as a birth chart that was presented by both sets of parents when discussing marriage.

"Stop lying to me." His voice was tense. "Who is Liu Ruyan? Why would she come looking for you? Who do you think you are?"

"Lying? What benefit would I get from lying to you?" Chen Mo tucked the fortune-telling sticker into his pocket. "Then let me ask you, have you ever seen Liu Ruyan actively approach any boy before?"

Zhou Jiachang's expression changed, and images of his classmates from a few years ago flashed through his mind.

Three years have passed. The boys have talked about it in private, saying that Miss Liu is aloof. Some fearless ones have even written love letters, only to have them returned unopened the next day.

He had never seen Liu Ruyan speak a single word to any boy.

Not to mention she personally went to the boy's place.

Looking at Chen Mo's face, Zhou Jiachang's expression completely collapsed. So she wasn't aloof; she just liked good-looking people...

"Alright, go back and take care of your panda eyes."

Chen Mo suppressed the urge to burst out laughing and calmly waved to him, "But I rejected him, so you still have a chance."

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Zhou Jiachang stood there, his face flushing red and then turning pale. He wanted to swear to regain his composure, but after thinking it over, he realized—

Am I just the Joker?

"Brother Chang?" The tall, thin classmate carefully tugged at his sleeve.

Zhou Jiachang shook off his hand and turned to walk towards the neighboring yard.

He took two steps and then stopped, his back to his two classmates, his shoulders shaking violently a few times.

Then he kicked over a clay pot by the roadside and rushed into his yard without looking back.

With a loud bang, the courtyard gate slammed shut.

The two boys stood there, looking at each other.

"This—" one of the boys scratched his head, "What's wrong, Brother Chang?"

Another person glanced at Chen Mo and whispered, "Don't ask anymore, Brother Chang is heartbroken. Let's go."