Rebirth: She Became a Beautiful and Cool Bigshot-Chapter 67 - Shen Ci Was Beaten Again
Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Shen Ci Was Beaten Again
Chapter 67 -67: Shen Ci Was Beaten Again
The rabbit doesn’t eat the grass by its burrow—as an old resident like Xia Ping, Tian Luo wouldn’t mess with her.
He was just scaring her, hoping she’d agree to save some high-quality fruit for tomorrow.
He didn’t expect to be caught by Meng Chuyue, this monster.
Tian Luo really saw Meng Chuyue as a monster.
Although he had never seen her hit anyone.
But he had been beaten by Shen Ci.
Shen Ci had also crushed stones and teacups with his bare hands, though only into pieces, yet he could send him flying with a punch.
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Mustn’t provoke, mustn’t provoke.
Meng Chuyue squinted her eyes and looked at him, asking with a pleasant expression, “How much do you want?”
Tian Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but his voice was still shivering, “Five jin…
apples, five jin…
oranges.”
“Mm, come get them at noon.”
“Yes, yes, thank you…
Sister.”
Tong Wen had been holding it in, but seeing a man in his twenties like Tian Luo calling Meng Chuyue—a girl not yet eighteen—”Sister,” she couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.
She and Xia Ping knew Tian Luo and knew he was a hooligan.
They also knew that though he was a troublemaker, he was still polite to the old residents here.
Having seen clearly it was him, they weren’t worried he would really cause trouble.
However, she hadn’t expected Meng Chuyue to be so strong.
Just with a light pinch, she turned the porcelain cup into powder—wasn’t that strength a bit too much?
Luckily, she wasn’t a bad person.
Not only not bad, but she also seemed particularly nice.
After Tian Luo and the others left, Xia Ping and Tong Wen surrounded Meng Chuyue with eager eyes.
Xia Ping’s eyes were still red, and she asked with a curved smile, “Chuyue, how are you so strong?”
Not wanting to give Xia Ping and Tong Wen the impression of being rough, Meng Chuyue smiled and shook her head, “Not at all, my strength is really not that great, I can just do magic.”
Xia Ping and Tong Wen’s eyes grew even hotter.
Tong Wen, “Magic?
Really?”
Xia Ping, “Can you show us one?”
“Sure.”
Meng Chuyue took a one-yuan coin and a five-jiao coin from the cash register’s drawer.
With the one-yuan coin in her left hand and the five-jiao coin in her right, she said, “Watch closely, I’m going to swap their places.”
She clasped the two coins in her palms.
In the blink of an eye, she spread her hands and the one-yuan coin and the five-jiao coin had already switched places.
Amid Xia Ping and Tong Wen’s amazement, she repeated the trick several times.
Coming back to their senses, they both asked, “That’s amazing, how did you do that?”
Meng Chuyue raised an eyebrow, “There’s no trick to it, just familiarity through practice.”
No trick, just a spatial cheat device.
With that, she stepped outside, accurately tossing the two coins more than five meters away into the cash register’s drawer.
Xia Ping and Tong Wen screamed in shock again.
Xia Ping said with an adorable expression, “Wow, Chuyue, you’re so cool, so handsome—if you were a guy, I would definitely fall for you.”
This time it was Tong Wen who nodded vigorously, “Mhm mhm mhm.” Me too.
Meng Chuyue shook her head, “With more practice, you can do it too.
Alright, I’m leaving the store to you two; I’m going home to take care of something, and I’ll bring you…
some delicious watermelon at noon.”
Meng Chuyue also had watermelons in her space, and they were top-grade, but not many.
She didn’t want to sell too many either.
Watermelons were too big and selling them was too much hassle; it wasn’t worth it.
…
Meng Chuyue was going home to make lunch for Meng Wanhua.
Meng Jingfen would be at the pastry shop today; they served lunch there.
From now on, except on days off, she wouldn’t come back for lunch.
With her out of the way, Meng Chuyue decided to go home every noon to cook for Meng Wanhua.
Mom would get better faster if she ate more Spirit Plants.
As it happened, just as she reached the entrance to the community, Shen Ci, whom she hadn’t seen for several days, was driving back in his jeep.
But Shen Ci looked a bit ragged today.
He must have been in a fight—oh, or a mutual brawl—and was injured; he was limping as he walked, with a gloomy face marked with many scars.
