Jin Wenwen took Roland to a remote place in the saber arts club.
Because it was close to autumn, the osmanthus flowers here were in full bloom, and they smelled quite good. There was a faint fragrance of osmanthus everywhere.
Jin Wenwen was wearing a white shirt and tight jeans. Her short hair, coupled with a refined temperament, this kind of androgynous beauty would indeed give some people a considerable sense of shock.
But Roland didn't; he liked girls who were feminine.
Besides, after hearing what Night Tide Sands said, he had a very bad impression of Jin Wenwen, so he didn't think she was outstanding in any way.
"You're really good at hiding." Jin Wenwen took out a lady's cigarette, lit it skillfully, took a puff, and exhaled before continuing, "I can't believe I had to chase you all the way here."
Roland also laughed. "But didn't you still come here shamelessly?"
Hearing this, Jin Wenwen frowned deeply. "You seem to have a lot of opinions about me? “
Miss Jin, how would you feel when you're being followed by a pervert every day trying to figure out where your house is? "
These words were beating around the bush, calling her a stalker and the same nature as a pervert. Jin Wenwen was so angry that the cigarette in her hand almost shook off. It took a while for her to suppress her anger and say, "Since you don't like to talk to me more, I'll make it simpler."
Roland raised his eyebrows with an expression that said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Jin Wenwen took a deep breath. "You must have a virtual game cabin at home."
"No." Roland shook his head.
"You can't fool me." Jin Wenwen smiled somewhat smugly. "I noticed as soon as I saw you just now that you started to have a murderous aura. When I first saw you a few months ago, you were clean and no different from a baby. But now you have a murderous aura, and it's very strong, not something that can be condensed by killing one or two people. You killed a lot of people. "
Roland chuckled. "If I really killed a lot of people, I would've been arrested by the police a long time ago. Do you really think the police are useless?"
"Yeah, you clearly killed a lot of people, but nothing happened. Then is there any other possibility besides a virtual game? " Jin Wenwen walked to Roland's side and said, "Only in that game can you kill anyone you want without being implicated in the real world."
Roland yawned, looked at Jin Wenwen who was very close to him, and said, "That's just your guess. I still have to tell you, no. "
"It doesn't matter if you say there isn't, as long as I think there is." Jin Wenwen's smile carried the temperament of a poppy flower. "To be honest, leaving that virtual cabin in your hands is purely a waste. Giving it to us martial artists is the best choice."
"Why do you call it a waste?"
"That kind of virtual cabin is meant for warriors. It shouldn't fall into the hands of ordinary people like you."
Roland chuckled. "What era is it now? There are actually people who think they're more noble. Have you forgotten Chen Shengwang from middle school? Don't tell me that you didn't even finish middle school before you started boxing. "
"You!" Jin Wenwen was so angry that she threw the cigarette in her hand to the ground and stomped on it hard. Her legs were long and straight, like a compass. "I'm not going to talk so much nonsense with you. Five hundred thousand, give me the virtual cabin."
Roland shook his head. "I don't have it."
"Don't be so stubborn. If you really piss me off, don't blame me for using some dishonorable means."
Roland was even more amused when he heard this. "The fight against gangsters is so fierce now, it's the time of the limelight, and you actually dare to threaten an ordinary good citizen like me. Believe it or not, I'll report you."
Now was different from more than ten or twenty years ago, things like gangsters couldn't be arrogant at all.
Jin Wenwen took a deep breath. "Okay, you're good, kid. Then I'll raise the price again, one million. "
"I said I don't have it, it's not about the money." Roland looked at her mockingly. "Do you not understand what I'm saying, or are you simply deaf?"
Jin Wenwen almost went mad with anger.
She said bitterly, "Okay, okay! You're good, kid. "
Then she turned around and left.
Roland then returned to the shed and saw that Night Tide Sand and Qi Shaoqiu were both waiting for him.
As soon as Qi Shaoqiu saw him, he laughed. "I saw Jin Wenwen being pissed off and leaving. Her expression was like she ate shit. When I broke up with her back then, her expression wasn't that ugly. Awesome!"
After he said that, he even patted Roland's shoulder.
Night Tide Sand, on the other hand, asked, "What did she say to you?"
"She insisted that I had an immersive cabin and said I would sell it to her for a million. I said I didn't, but she didn't believe me and ran away in anger, "Roland said casually.
But the two on the other side obviously didn't believe him. They knew Jin Wenwen very well, and if it was really as simple as Roland said, the other party wouldn't be angry to this extent.
"She still hasn't given up her ambition to compete for the women's championship." Qi Shaoqiu was a little emotional.
Night Tide Sand put her hands behind her back and looked into the distance.
"You're also martial artists, aren't you curious whether I have it or not?" Roland asked somewhat curiously.
Qi Shaoqiu said indifferently, "So what if you do or not? If you want to say it, you'll naturally tell us, and if you don't want to say it, you naturally won't say it. It's useless to ask. It'll hurt our feelings instead. "
Night Tide Sand looked at Roland, and there seemed to be autumn water rippling in her beautiful black pupils.
Roland sighed. "Actually, I do."
Everyone was so familiar with each other that there was no point in lying.
Qi Shaoqiu smiled, showing a somewhat relieved expression.
Night Tide Sand, on the other hand, took out her hands from behind her, and a decades-old old-fashioned yellow leather notebook was held in her palms. "This is my insight and experience on the Daoist Nourishment of Life exercise method, all my insights are in it. Take it and have a look, and return it to me when you're done. "
Roland took it, and the notebook still had the girl's body temperature. Roland froze for a moment, and said very solemnly, "Thank you."
Night Tide Sand smiled again, a rare sight. "No need."
At noon, Roland returned home from the saber arts club, and after lunch with his parents, he lay in bed and flipped through Night Tide Sand's notebook.
The first thing he saw were the words "Daoist Nourishment of Life Insights," written in beautiful handwriting.
Roland flipped through the pages, and the notebook contained Night Tide Sand's hand-drawn human meridians, qi circulation routes, and some of her insights to herself.
Roland skimmed through it and found that there was a major flaw in this insight.
As a girl, Night Tide Sand paid too much attention to the whitening effect of this technique.
Almost the entire page was about what acupuncture points to circulate qi to and how long to maintain it, which would make the skin whiter or firmer and so on.
Otherwise, it would be a secret master with black hair.
Was this thing useless?
No, it was very useful.
But for Roland, what he wanted to see more was insights on improving the direction of mental power.
Not this kind.
Was he going to train himself to be a pretty boy?
Well, that didn't seem too bad.
Roland suddenly had this thought.
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