Part 3
Shi Huaibai whispered: “Pervert.”
Qu You welcomed them: “Brother Jiang, Little Huaibai!”
That fellow Shen Chuimian also smiled: “Meet again, Little Pretty.”
Jiang Xinian couldn’t hold it. A crack appeared on his always refined face. He asked Qu You uncertainly: “You brought a…”
Perhaps the three words Shen Chuimian were too hot to handle.
Finally, Jiang Xinian asked helplessly: “Brought a guy?”
Where is the “Pretty Senior Sister” introduced to “Shi Huaibai”?
Didn’t bring her along?
Shi Huaibai also mumbled to the System: [Can’t believe Jiang Xinian is this kind of person, only wants to hang out with beauties.]
System: [……]
Perhaps seeing the impatience in Jiang Xinian’s eyes, Qu You said: “Didn’t you say best to bring someone Shi Huaibai knows?”
She also introduced Shi Huaibai to Shen Chuimian to contract the art exhibition security work.
Moreover, she and Shen Chuimian were really close. Shen Chuimian had a profound sense of beauty and could provide perfect and detailed opinions when she bought bags and shoes.
The dress Shi Huaibai spilled wine on last time was bought by Shen Chuimian contacting that frightfully expensive niche French designer for her.
Jiang Xinian smiled insincerely: “How come I didn’t know Shi Huaibai was quite close to him.”
Shi Huaibai said resentfully: “Met once.”
Shen Chuimian laughed so hard he leaned back and forth, clutching his belly. Not knowing what he thought of, his gaze towards Shi Huaibai became increasingly unkind.
Definitely full of dirty thoughts!
Qu You also felt Shen Chuimian’s reputation was a bit shameful, pursing her lips: “I couldn’t have asked Song Chi, right.”
Little Huaibai was relatively quiet in the academy and had to work part-time, not knowing many people.
Their special admission students had their own circle, swimming at the very bottom of the Noble Academy. Qu You knew them even less.
Song Chi’s name was still more unlucky.
Jiang Xinian suddenly could accept Shen Chuimian.
The four traveled together. The scenery outside the window moved fast. Shi Huaibai suddenly felt an itch on his calf. Shen Chuimian smiled, hooking his foot around Shi Huaibai’s calf. Through pants and shoes, inch by inch moving up, as if exploring Shi Huaibai’s sensitive spots.
The next second, an itch on the thigh.
It was Jiang Xinian’s hand grabbing over.
The System was being cheeky: [What do you feel?]
This is a small-scale alpha male competition.
Shi Huaibai answered truthfully: [If they want to arm wrestle, can’t they just do it directly? What are they doing here? Fighting with telekinesis?]
Perhaps seeing Shen Chuimian rubbing leisurely back and forth was too annoying, while Shi Huaibai remained like a log.
Jiang Xinian suddenly pinched Shi Huaibai hard, educating him insinuatingly: “Sit properly. Look at Young Master Shen, isn’t he rubbing back and forth with his foot to remind you?”
Shen Chuimian leaned back and forth laughing again.
Fortunately, before things escalated, the destination arrived.
The Antique City was actually a few small streets and alleys selling antiques growing intricately, from south to north, a gathering of gold shops.
Antiques were a mix of fish and dragons (good and bad), let alone in a place where small vendors gathered.
Deal closed with a scammer in the morning, and the scammer could vanish with the stall in the afternoon.
But tourists loved to stroll here when idle. The traffic was worth investing in. Jiang Xinian said he came to look at antiques, but actually came to observe storefronts and land.
Qu You’s family had some antique jade business and had a deep friendship with Old Mr. Shi whom Shi Huaibai met at the auction last time. Even several large stores on the Antique Street were her family’s property.
As for Shen Chuimian, purely here to tease cats and dogs and find inspiration.
The beauty of some ancient ceramics could bring him endless inspiration.
Jiang Xinian silently wanted to hold Shi Huaibai’s hand. Before him, Shen Chuimian naturally grabbed Shi Huaibai’s wrist, naturally interlocked fingers, hiding nothing, thick-skinned enough to make Jiang Xinian want to vomit blood.
When can he be as shameless as this pervert?
Normal people wouldn’t point it out.
Because Shen Chuimian had countable strengths all over his body—beautiful skin, and rich.
The person he wanted to hook up with could roll into bed that night.
Facing his bombardment, no one could hold the bottom line.
Holding hands,
So what? What about it?
Fortunately, Shi Huaibai wasn’t a normal person. He twitched his mouth: “Why grab my hand?”
Shen Chuimian was surprised: “Ah, I thought I grabbed Qu You.”
“Really sorry.” To express his presumptuousness and disturbance, Shen Chuimian hugged him directly, arms tightly hooping Shi Huaibai’s waist, slowly touching upwards, extremely intimate.
Really finding places to grope everywhere, making Jiang Xinian, who only knew to tie a watch on Shi Huaibai’s hand, look like a kindergarten kid.
“It’s fine.” Shi Huaibai’s voice was a bit slurred due to the sudden hug.
Jiang Xinian’s face turned black then green. Just as Shen Chuimian’s hand was about to secretly touch Shi Huaibai’s butt, Jiang Xinian couldn’t bear it anymore and saved Shi Huaibai from Shen Chuimian’s embrace.
“Let’s go, Huaibai, you want to buy something too, right? I’ll pay for you.”
Shi Huaibai instantly spirited: [Exploding gold coins! One step closer to our life of defeating four capitalists and becoming the richest man.]
System: [……]
It regretted the shoddy main mission lie it fabricated at the beginning a bit.
Qu You didn’t notice the weird relationship between the three, still immersed in the small gadgets at the street corner stall.
Although they were all fakes and replicas, looking at them was quite interesting.
Jiang Xinian took Shi Huaibai to the largest store here. Compared to stalls, things in the store looked more guaranteed, at least not buying fake and shoddy products.
Shen Chuimian followed slowly, rogue-like and improper.
Jiang Xinian picked up a gold Ruyi pendant in the shop and compared it on Shi Huaibai’s neck. Out of concern for Shen Chuimian being nearby, he put on a gentle and genial look, praising full of tenderness without even looking: “Really nice.”
“Little Pretty has white skin, gold looks average on him.” Shen Chuimian didn’t seem to take Jiang Xinian seriously.
Jiang Xinian: “…”
He put down the gold Ruyi pendant, wanting to kick Shen Chuimian flying, but the grace in his bones didn’t allow him to do rude things.
So he smiled insincerely: “Huaibai likes it, right? Good if you like it.”
Shen Chuimian insinuated: “Like it? I remember the Ruyi style is usually worn by girls. If you like it, buying it to give to a girl you like isn’t bad either. This style looks mature and charming, suitable for…”
He smiled slightly, jade mouth and vermilion lips spitting out three big words: “Pretty Senior Sister type.”
Shen Chuimian intended to tease Shi Huaibai, but didn’t expect the one exploding was Jiang Xinian. Young Master Jiang’s features became colorful and brilliant, the smile cracking instantly.
Why is it that “Pretty Senior Sister” again.
Is there no end to it.
Jiang Xinian gritted his teeth and paid the bill, but didn’t intend to give the thing to Shi Huaibai anymore.
After visiting several shops, Shi Huaibai didn’t react much. The System was anxious: [Give some reaction!]
Shi Huaibai felt buying gold, where price is judged by gram weight, was too low.
Picking and choosing in such formal large stores with no challenge really didn’t fit his basic operation as Long Aotian. He had his own shopping rules.
“Why don’t we browse separately?” Qu You stretched: “Walking together, people who don’t know might think it’s a tour group. I’ve already encountered several scammers hitting on me.”
Shi Huaibai was waiting for this.
After agreeing, he ran off happily. Jiang Xinian and Shen Chuimian couldn’t even see his “exhaust fumes.”
Jiang Xinian: “…”
Shen Chuimian: “…”
Seeing only himself and Shen Chuimian left in an instant, Jiang Xinian felt unlucky, speaking with habitual alienation and impoliteness: “Shi Huaibai is simple, but I’m not. Approach whoever you want, stay away from him.”
Shen Chuimian said improperly: “Why say that? I’m just making friends with Little Pretty.”
Jiang Xinian sneered: “There can be many friends, but some identities can only have one.”
It was as if an Empress appeared in his mind shouting: There can be Imperial Noble Consorts, but only one person can mother the world!
Jiang Xinian added: “Who is decent, who is messy, who to choose, isn’t it obvious at a glance?”
The Empress in his head shouted again: Disorderly flowers bewitch the eyes, the Emperor must see clearly which is the tree and which is the flower.
Shen Chuimian remained punchable: “What’s the use of us fighting to the death here? What if there are other Pretty Senior Sisters, Cute Junior Sisters in Little Pretty’s contact list…”
Jiang Xinian had a headache: “…”
Why mention that damn Pretty Senior Sister again?
Jian Qiu, this Palace’s head hurts so much!!!
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The System’s short legs moved fast, almost sparking, barely keeping up with Shi Huaibai’s pace.
[Host, Host, what are you going to buy?]
Isn’t it good to shop with F1 and F3 properly?
Actually, F1 and F3 confronting each other, secretly competing, and overturning the vinegar jar just now was quite tasty.
Although didn’t buy anything.
Shi Huaibai said slowly: [Truly valuable things have to be excavated and found by oneself.]
After wandering for half a round, not seeing the Host stop for anything, Shi Huaibai scanned left and right confidently, as if looking for something.
Could it be… the Host really knows how to appraise antiques.
Finally, Shi Huaibai’s steps paused, nodding slightly in front of a stall.
The System was a bit cheerful: [Does this stall hide a peerless antique that has a price but no market? Host, which one is it?]
Shi Huaibai’s tone was firm, happy to answer the System’s doubts: [I don’t know how to appraise antiques.]
System: [……]
Shi Huaibai: [But I can judge which stall definitely has opportunities.]
System: [……]
Shi Huaibai guided patiently: [Observe this stall owner carefully, what did you discover?]
The System’s eyes lit up: [Could it be Host you… can use micro-expressions to judge if what the vendor holds is real or fake?]
Host is hiding his light under a bushel!
The System followed Shi Huaibai’s gaze:
On the bluestone slab lay a washed-white blue cloth, with scattered gadgets inside.
The owner was a white-haired old man, curled up on a folding stool, withered fingers turning a copper coin over and over. His legs and feet were inflexible, tied with a wooden strip for fixation, and a stainless steel cane by his side.
Seeing Shi Huaibai stop, the old man’s grey eyes rolled, smiling amiably.
The System said admiringly: [Host, you actually know how to read micro-expressions, you are so amazing.]
Shi Huaibai waved his hand modestly: [No…]
The System admired more: Sure enough, true masters are humble. Having stayed with the Host for so long, only now know the Host knows micro-expression observation. Host is indeed a master.
Shi Huaibai: [I don’t know how to read micro-expressions.]
System: [……]
Wasted expression.
[Then why ask me to look at the shop owner? Can looking at the owner tell what good stuff is in this stall?]
Shi Huaibai was still so principled and persistent: [What I often tell you, what do Long Aotian novel genres include?]
The System’s knowledge was very rich: [Breaking Engagement Flow, Trash Flow, Big Shot Disguised as Commoner Flow, Golden Finger Grandpa as Master Flow, Stall Picking Leaks Flow…]
[Stop!] Shi Huaibai heard what he wanted. He reached out a fist to interrupt the System, firm gaze pointing at the old man from afar: [Look carefully…]
The System widened one eye, despising: [Look at what, isn’t it just an old man.]
[No,] Shi Huaibai accused the System of having eyes but no pupils indignantly: [Look clearly, this… is an old grandpa setting up a street stall!!!]
Which Long Aotian can refuse an old grandpa setting up a street stall!?
This is not just an old grandpa!
He is setting up a stall!
Shi Huaibai loved old grandpas deeply, wishing to take the old man on an adventure in another world immediately.
F1 and F3 were jealous, Shi Huaibai remained unperturbed, but seeing an old man, Shi Huaibai seemed to see his reborn parents.
Old man good, old man wonderful.
Old man has subsistence allowance.
Old man has few troubles.
Old man kicks the bucket early!
18-year-old men are fresh, 90-year-old men are 5 times as fresh!
System: [bro……]
I have nothing to say to you Long Aotians.
Over there, Shen Chuimian and Jiang Xinian were still secretly competing, intersecting gazes sparking.
The two searched all over the mountains and plains for Shi Huaibai in vain.
Just as they were about to fall out and tear each other’s hair, they finally saw Shi Huaibai squatting on the ground, looking affectionately at the old stall owner.
The old man stumbled, and Shi Huaibai immediately reached out to support him, carefully holding the old man’s cane, smiling gently and meaningfully, dimples shallow, sweet and cute.
Jiang Xinian and Shen Chuimian grew up rich; even without deliberately learning about antiques, they could roughly understand a thing or two.
Some fakes were clumsily imitated, turning over the bottom of the bowl still printed with “made in China,” putting no heart into selling fakes.
This old man’s stall was just such a case.
But Shi Huaibai’s soft hair curled up slightly, eyes misty as if containing a bud of water, nose tip slightly red, looking sympathetically at the old man introducing something randomly.
Jiang Xinian’s heart soured slightly, unbelievably soft: Our Little Qian Xuesen, although breaking the house, although causing trouble, although provoking perverts everywhere.
But… Shi Huaibai is kind! He respects the old!
Shen Chuimian was also slightly stunned: The scene before him overlapped with past events. In a trance, he thought of Shi Huaibai at the auction.
Snow-white, seemingly emitting light belonging only to him, every frown and smile full of divinity.
At that time, Shen Chuimian believed Shi Huaibai could purify his filth, was his muse.
Shi Huaibai…
How true, how good, how beautiful.
Almost reflexively, Jiang Xinian and Shen Chuimian converged on the old man’s stall.
Jiang Xinian and Shen Chuimian bent down almost simultaneously. Two tall figures over 1.8 meters stood like mountains in front of the stall, blocking the sunlight completely.
The old man was spitting while boasting to Shi Huaibai about the “ancestral Xuande Incense Burner.” caught off guard by two shadows covering his head, he shuddered in fright, the copper burner in his hand smashing onto the bluestone slab with a “clang.”
“You guys also… want to take a look?”
The two young men in front, one with eyebrows scary cold, one with a nose bridge high enough to poke someone to death, looked like either could punch the old man to death.
As for Shi Huaibai over there, actually he was still arguing with the System: [I don’t allow you to look down on any old man!]
Until suddenly squeezed on the side, Jiang Xinian and Shen Chuimian sandwiched Shi Huaibai like two pieces of bread wrapping hamburger meat.
Jiang Xinian: “Like anything? I’ll buy it for you.”
Shen Chuimian put his arm around Shi Huaibai’s shoulder: “Buying art is something I’m better at, after all, the Chief seems to have no aesthetics.”
F1 and F3 glared at each other fiercely, sparks igniting wherever their gazes met!
Shi Huaibai also ignited, spontaneously:
[I knew this is the classic segment of stall picking leaks. Later they will fight over an antique, and after they finish buying…]
Shi Huaibai spontaneously ignited passionately: [I will discover that a plain little thing on the stall is actually invaluable!]
System: [……]
Really no one here is snatching the old man from you!
Author’s Note:
Comment section line up [Star Eyes][Star Eyes] Let me see which little baby has read up to here.
Translator’s note: Me~ I read up to here and more. Hahahaha.
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