After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus

"Miss Su, how good am I to you now?" Zhang Chen changed the subject.

"It's negative."

"When will it turn positive?"

"It will never be right unless you go back two thousand years. Stop bothering me. If we had never met, perhaps I would have feelings for you."

"Then why do you want me to increase my favorability?" Zhang Chen sighed.

"This is your responsibility."

"Miss Su, I'll grant your wish now. Can you fall in love with me?"

"No." Tu Shan Han Su rolled her eyes with a charming expression.

"What?"

Because no monster can withstand that kind of thing.

"Zhang Chen, I used to let you abuse me all the time, but you could never have me. Do you know why?"

"do not know."

"You are too arrogant, always alone, always choosing to do everything yourself."

"Therefore, nothing you want to do is perfect."

What do I want to do?

"Do it with me."

"..."

Miss Fox jumped off the swing. "Anyway, if you're still planning to take risks, don't go alone anymore, okay?"

"Will not."

"So you still want to take risks?" Tu Shan Han Su narrowed her eyes and sized him up. "Do you know that book is undoubtedly plagiarizing the company's secrets?"

"I don't know anything about those books." Zhang Chen scratched his head. "Li Yinuo's books?"

“She has other desires,” Tu Shan Han Su said, shaking her head.

It's funny, though. In order to erase Zhang Chen, the company destroyed everything related to that bastard, making it impossible for them to even be sure what Li Yinuo actually wrote.

If they knew that Li Yinuo's entire autobiography was about this bastard, they'd probably go crazy.

"So the book you mentioned..."

“A book that should have disappeared more than a thousand years ago, but if you don’t acknowledge it, then it doesn’t matter.” Tu Shan Han Su lay back down on the swing. “It’s not enough.”

Unless, of course, the Celestial Empire is filled with temples dedicated to longing for one another, and the incense inside is ever-burning.

The Pure Yang Daoist may exist only in legends, but there must be legends to speak of him.

"so."

Zhang Chen massaged her shoulders, recalling the scene from the previous day.

I remembered.

It seems that with just one sentence from him, Xiao Xiaomei left that book behind in her past life.

It turns out it wasn't the butterfly effect, but rather an phenomenon that transcends time and space.

Changing the future directly from the past has a negligible impact on the process in between.

"Hansu."

"My favorability rating doesn't allow you to call me by my name directly," Miss Fox said irritably.

"I'm serious. If you could go back in time, what would you most want to do? Besides not meeting me again..." Zhang Chen asked.

Tu Shan Han Su closed her eyes and recalled for a while.

The swing swayed, as if it were shaking her heart out with it.

Go back to the past, where there is no more fighting, and no more distinction between humans and demons.

Then I went with him to see the lanterns in the human world, to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, to admire the snow plum blossoms on the winter solstice, to see all the world's splendor, and to wait for a romantic rain.

"divorce!"

Suddenly, a couple who were arguing late at night passed by outside the courtyard. It sounded like they were having an emotional breakdown because their house purchase had fallen through.

Many people are often hasty in big decisions like buying a car, a house, or stocks, but meticulous and calculating when it comes to small things like toothpaste and toilet paper. They are clever in small matters but muddle-headed in big ones. They work diligently for half their lives, but one mistake can send them back into the storm, forcing them to start all over again.

Zhang Chen had some understanding of this, as he felt he had once been that kind of person.

Fortunately, he was able to start over.

"Miss Susu, may I give you a kiss?"

"They won't allow it from above," said SuSu.

Chapter 107 The True Meaning of Life (Please subscribe, meow~)

To be honest, foxes don't have the milky scent that puppies often have, which doesn't quite suit human tastes.

It's like a beautiful little flower by the roadside; it smells sweet and looks pretty, but if you actually pick it and take a bite, the taste is often quite strange.

It's not considered delicious under normal circumstances. If Zhang Chen closed his eyes, he would definitely say that.

But humans are visual creatures. Just like the young lady selling second-hand stockings online, even if they smell sour, many people still flock to them.

Because it looks good.

Dopamine has a strong control over the human brain, transforming all negative reactions into excitement and pleasure.

Zhang Chen was deep in thought in the early morning, as if he had grasped the true meaning of life.

Moreover, foxes are more charming than cats.

It's not that the taste is bad, but rather that it's the difference between Sprite and Ice Dew.

As he calmed himself, he looked at the aloof girl on the bed. Miss Fox's sleeping face remained tense.

Zhang Chen thought that one day he could make her stop frowning when she fell asleep.

"Stop looking." Tu Shan Han Su rolled over and pulled him over. "It's too noisy outside. Go and control it."

On the old street across the street, steam from the breakfast shop's steamer was already rising slowly. The aroma of the steamed buns and mantou wasn't as strong as that of the bread; it was faint and refreshing.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street knocked the steam from the breakfast shop into dispersal, and they stuffed fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and tea eggs into their mouths.

Zhang Chen noticed that there were far more pedestrians on this small street than usual.

The narrow lanes, usually frequented only by electric bikes and bicycles, are now adorned with some incongruous luxury cars honking their horns in the middle of the road.

It's not that Ning'an has become richer, it's just that rich people have come to Ning'an.

Zhang Chen knew their purpose, but he disliked their unannounced intrusion into Ning'an, which showed a complete lack of understanding of local customs.

The mornings in a small county town should be quiet and peaceful, with everyone going about their own lives.

Zhang Chen helped Miss Fox close the window and went downstairs. Behind him, Tu Shan Han Su called out, "Bring me another breakfast."

He chuckled and kicked the eldest rat, who was sleeping with an iced tea cup in his arms. "Go and bite the tires of those cars at the intersection. Just bite the ones that are honking. After you're done, drag them to the grass."

"Squeak!" The eldest rat was very dissatisfied with Zhang Chen's disturbance of its peaceful sleep and expressed its strong protest.

Two bottles of iced tea.

"Squeak squeak?" The eldest mouse was no longer satisfied with just two bottles of iced tea, because it discovered that it could now easily get iced tea by acting cute with any girl it went out to.

"Then there's no use keeping you. I'll have Sanhua give you some to eat another day."

"Meow~" The calico cat on the wall meowed in response, meaning it had been eyeing this fat mouse for a long time.

Upon hearing this, the Rat Boss quickly saluted Zhang Chen and General Sanhua, then sang "tide You Goose" and ran off to carry out his mission.

Soon after, the loud, money-grubbing horn noises all disappeared.

"Why isn't it moving?" the young man in the luxury car shouted indignantly.

"Um, Mr. Chen, the car seems to be broken down," the driver said after getting out to check. "The cars in front and behind are also broken down."

"Tsk, what bad luck," Chen Jun said speechlessly. "I don't know why my family sent me to Ning'an. They insisted I come all the way to Nanjing University..."

"The food and accommodations in this awful place are terrible. If it weren't for the fact that all my friends have been forced to come here, I really wouldn't be able to stay here."

"Young boss...please be mindful, we can discuss these things privately. You're here in Ning'an for an award, so be mindful of your image. This time it's the Mao Dun Literature Prize..."

"Alright, alright, I know. I've been pretending for years. Do you think I don't understand?" Chen Jun interrupted. "Did my dad send me the new manuscript?"

"not yet."

"Not yet? Then what kind of award am I supposed to submit? Isn't this year supposed to be a year of generational gap? The older generation of writers have all received this award!"

"There are quite a lot of competitors this time, and a few newcomers have emerged."

"I know Li Yinuo, she has a good reputation, but I don't understand what's so good about her books."

The driver coughed lightly, thinking to himself, "If you could understand it, you wouldn't have asked someone to write it for you."

"It's not just her, but also your friend... Miss Xiao. Her new book has received a huge response, which is giving Mr. Chen a real headache. He's brought in many retired authors to write it, but none of them can say they're 100% better than her..."

"Xiao Shuyao?" Chen Jun was stunned, then smiled. "It's okay, have my dad and the others write it quickly. I know Yao Yao."

"I came here to see her. We'll be family sooner or later, so it doesn't matter."

"Young boss, if I may be so bold, she's not really suitable as a partner... The youngest daughter of the Jiang family isn't bad either..." the driver advised.

"What do you mean it's unsuitable? A jinx? That's hilarious, you actually believe that kind of thing?"

"But you're right, they're all good."

Chen Jun smiled and recalled the girl in the cheongsam he had seen at a party in Beijing two years ago, and the girl with the light in her eyes...

He had already grown tired of women—minor celebrities, models, internet celebrities, flight attendants… He felt that women were nothing special.

But after truly witnessing what a well-bred lady was like, he realized how narrow-minded he had been. A woman, besides being a source of entertainment, was also a symbol of honor; having such a woman by his side was proof that Chen Jun was awesome...

But when he went up to chat with them, the two women didn't even glance at him.

Chen Jun realized that it was his vulgarity that was the problem; his family background and money couldn't change his persona.