Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Critical Hit (Part 1 in appreciation of Tai Zhong 4/5)

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Yu Qingzhu swore she had never met anyone who felt so good about themselves.

She had good manners and always paid attention to her demeanor, but still she couldn’t tolerate what Feng Jun had said.

Finally, she knew to consider Xia Xiaoyu’s feelings, so she only let out her dissatisfaction slightly, “I can’t see what’s so great about you.”

A gym attendant actually dares to brag about his good qualities, do you know what Xia Xiaoyu’s family background is?

Unfortunately, Feng Jun was also a very proud guy.

Indeed, he was stunned by her beauty, but that was nothing more than good fortune in reincarnation, was it something to brag about?

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Half a year ago, after being ridiculed by his future mother-in-law, he swore he would never grovel in front of any woman again.

Even when picking up girls in bars, he maintained a casual attitude, to each their own, and would not cater to the other party without limits.

“Act like a whore when hooking up, and then blame the other for being ugly” – that kind of thing would never happen to him.

So, faced with her accusation, he just smiled faintly, “Yes, you don’t know.”

His somewhat faint arrogance made Yu Qingzhu very uncomfortable; among men of similar age, she had never met anyone who talked to her with that kind of attitude.

However, she didn’t bother to argue with him further, only turning to look at Xia Xiaoyu and saying earnestly, “Xiaoyu, I think you really need to consider this, he has quite a bad temper.”

She said these words discreetly. Yu Qingzhu knew she wasn’t biased against poor people for wealth; if she met the right person, it wouldn’t matter if he wasn’t well-off.

But then again, there’s always a limit to how “not well-off” someone can be, right?

A gym attendant’s status compared to Xia Xiaoyu’s family… wasn’t just a few blocks behind.

Alright, maybe the guy is still young and has a long future ahead of him – who knows, while eating sunflower seeds, a stink bug could be cracked open.

But the way he felt so good about himself was so inexplicably strong, and he even wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Is this guy sick?

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Although Yu Qingzhu was young, she knew how to act with propriety and didn’t want to easily sabotage others’ relationships, especially since Xia Xiaoyu was her best friend – if their romance rekindled, she would be the unwarranted villain.

But she really couldn’t put up with this young man; surely, she thought, it wasn’t because he wasn’t being respectful enough toward her, causing her resentment.

She just thought, I can say this to your face because I am not a petty person who talks behind someone’s back.

“Where is my temper not good?” Feng Jun asked with interest.

Honestly, he felt nothing for Xia Xiaoyu, not because her attributes were lacking, but simply because she didn’t fit into the type of woman he felt for.

He was indeed very interested in this girl who had made such a strong impression on him.

However, the two women were friends and seemed quite close, she was even reviewing boyfriends for her. Feng Jun knew he wasn’t thick-faced, but it wouldn’t be proper to show too much interest directly – that would be too disrespectful to Xia Xiaoyu, after all, she’s a young lady.

Furthermore, Qingzhu radiated a natural sense of distance; he wasn’t sure if it was just because she didn’t like his looks.

So, Feng Jun didn’t feel like sucking up to her either. “So when I say I have good qualities, it’s because I have a bad temper, but when you say Xia Xiaoyu is of good quality, there are no issues?”

My words naturally don’t have any problems! Yu Qingzhu affirmed, the mismatch between the two of you is a fact that is laid out there!

However, no matter what, the guy did help Xiaoyu, and she wouldn’t deny that.

In front of Xiaoyu, she couldn’t be too blunt, so she simply replied expressionlessly, “Xiaoyu is indeed of good quality, that’s me praising her, but you, you’re praising yourself. I just want to ask, do you really think that’s appropriate?”

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“I don’t have a companion, so who will praise me?” Feng Jun spread his hands, slightly helplessly, “And even if I praise myself, you can say I’m narcissistic, but… how does that relate to whether or not I have a bad temper?”

Yu Qingzhu was slightly choked by his retort, but she couldn’t just say, nitpicking my words shows you have a bad temper.

Luckily, a beauty has her privileges; she simply ignored him, turning to Xia Xiaoyu and said nonchalantly, “Xiaoyu, shall I go upstairs first so you two can continue chatting?”

“No need, I’ll go up with you,” Xia Xiaoyu shook her head, then patted the steering wheel, “It’s still your car after all.”

Then she turned to Feng Jun and said firmly, “Feng Jun, Qingzhu is quite straightforward, but she means well for you. You may be decent, but you can’t compare with many others, let alone with her.”

Feng Jun touched his forehead irritably, then took out a cigarette and lit up, “Who has good or bad family conditions, that topic was started by you two, why are you putting the blame on my head now? As if I’m showing off something.”

“Showing off?” Xia Xiaoyu glanced at him, sighing inwardly. She hadn’t seen him for a while, and he seemed to have become even more handsome, even taller, and… was actually wearing brands from head to toe?

The name-brand items at Wangfu Outlets are mostly surplus stock and discounted goods, but this place isn’t for the average person. Both she and Yu Qingzhu would come here to browse, showing its undeniable allure.

However, that’s still no reason for you to show off.

She held a faint fondness for Feng Jun, but after being cold-shouldered twice, she managed to look squarely at her feelings, realizing his somewhat inexplicable pride. She decided it was time to bring him back to reality.

So she slapped the steering wheel again and said in all seriousness, “Feng Jun, I’m not trying to bring you down, but do you recognize this car?”

Feng Jun cleared his throat, “I recognize it, a Ferrari… Nice car.”

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What he really wanted to say was, I can afford that car too, but… driving a sports car in the congested city, aren’t you sick?

“A Ferrari California, over three million,” Xia Xiaoyu looked at him and asked solemnly, “At Qingzhu’s house, this isn’t even the best car. Do you get it now?”

Feng Jun grew even more displeased, blinked, and said, “Get what? Oh… does her family sell cars?”

Pfft… Xia Xiaoyu almost laughed out loud in frustration. Are you doing this on purpose, kid?

But seriously, she didn’t like this kind of humor at all, so she went straight for the provocation, “Did you drive here or get a ride?”

This is an underground parking lot, and there are only two kinds of people who come here: those who drive and those who get a ride. There are no bus stops or public bicycles around.

“I drove here,” Feng Jun pressed his key, and with a beep, the lights of the Phaeton lit up.

Xia Xiaoyu glanced at the car and nodded slightly, “A Passat? A new car… It seems you have indeed been making money lately, not bad.”

Her words contained praise, but… A two hundred thousand yuan Passat is impressive enough, so how should she describe a Ferrari worth over three million?

Feng Jun rolled his eyes, tempted to say something but couldn’t bother. How about his Phaeton worth nearly two million? Her California, what’s its name again, costs over three million.

So he pulled the car door open, got in, and didn’t bother arguing about the convenience food soup anymore. After starting the car and lowering the window, he waved goodbye.

Watching the Passat pull away slowly, Yu Qingshu looked at Xia Xiaoyu and asked, “Xiaoyu, isn’t that a Magotan?”

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Many men like to study cars, but not many women do. The fact that she knows a Magotan is already not bad.

Although Xia Xiaoyu is a driver, her knowledge of cars isn’t much better than Yu’s. She frowned slightly and said, “Is that so?”

Feng Jun, embarrassed and ready to leave, had unfortunately sharp hearing, and the underground parking lot was very quiet, so he heard the comment.

Then he couldn’t take it anymore and stuck his head out, “Please, this is a Phaeton. And to think your family sells cars… Selling cars like you, you’d best be careful not to go bankrupt someday!”

After saying that, he withdrew his head and gently pressed the gas pedal. With the “shushing” sound of the tires, he left quickly.

“A Phaeton?” Yu Qingzhu looked at Xia Xiaoyu in surprise, “Have you heard of this car?”

Xia Xiaoyu appeared confused and pondered, “It seems familiar, but… It shouldn’t be as expensive as our car.”

“Fuck me,” someone suddenly cursed beside them, and it was the security guard, “Turns out it’s a Phaeton, no wonder he was so upset about a bowl of instant noodles, damn…”

The little leader felt a tight squeeze in his heart, now realizing he had narrowly avoided trouble—the Phaeton wasn’t much damaged, but the key was that the owner was unhappy. How could someone who can afford a Phaeton be simple?

However, while he thought that way, he still had to be tough outwardly, “Tch, if you can afford a car, drive; if not, you can ride a bike. To fret over a bowl of instant noodles like that, it’s embarrassingly petty.”

Xia Xiaoyu glanced at Yu Qingzhu and seeing her with no reaction, knew that she didn’t feel like asking.

But that made sense. Qingzhu had been well-off since childhood and grew up to be universally adored. Many people tried hard to get close to her and over time, she’d become accustomed to waiting for others to approach her.

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Since Xia Xiaoyu was used to scouting the path for her, she stuck her head out and asked, “Excuse me, how much does that Phaeton cost?”

The security guard responded quickly, “A Phaeton? That’s gotta be over two million.”

“The base model doesn’t cost that much,” the little leader chimed in eagerly, “But all things considered, you’re looking at one million seventy or eighty thousand to get it on the road.”

Xia Xiaoyu heard this and gaped in amazement, “Is it the same Phaeton from ‘Some dumbasses are buying Phaetons’?”

“Exactly,” the little leader tried to suppress his laughter and nodded, “Others mistook it for a Passat, and someone was eating noodles on its hood and spilled it all over… Haha.”

With a snort of laughter, Xia Xiaoyu joined in, then turned to look at Yu Qingzhu, “Our car, it could buy two of his.”

Yu Qingzhu raised her beautiful eyebrows but said nothing, thinking regretfully: This car, it was bought by my family.

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