The Alluring Boss O's Slacker A (Transmigration GL) - Chapter 17

The first class in the morning was Ancient Earth Culture. Wen Jin did not go.

Last night, while browsing through a pile of money-making part-time jobs on StarNet, she had seen an online competition advertisement: the Ancient Earth Text Translation Championship.

The time was set for eight this morning. All she needed to do was log in to the question-bank software developed by the Ancient Earth Culture Forum, answer questions online, and PK against others.

The countdown was half an hour. First place on the points ranking would be rewarded with ten thousand Federation coins.

The questions were very simple, about the level of translating a modern-plane elementary school Chinese-language exam.

Wen Jin could answer a hundred questions in one breath. After continuously clearing one hundred questions, she discovered that there were no questions left to answer.

Only then did Wen Jin stop. But she neither received a notification that the PK had ended, nor could she refresh any more questions.

Not knowing what was going on, Wen Jin decided to poke customer service and ask.

Had she gotten her ten thousand coins? Or had there been a system error that kicked her out of the PK page?

In the end, when she opened the competition’s public chat, the whole screen was filled with kneeling-for-mercy, questioning, and cheering.

She’s gone on a killing spree. She definitely came here to harvest leeks.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, don’t blame me for being conspiratorial, friends, but this Salted Fish Jin can’t be an official shill, right? Why do I suspect machine answering?

A hundred kills in ten minutes. Have you ever seen a machine with this kind of accuracy?

…

Quick, quick… look. She crashed the question bank.

Wen Jin looked at the phone like an old man on the subway. She coldly typed a question mark into the public chat:

?

The scrolling chat screen went quiet for an instant.

Then came an even more violent flood of messages:

A living person?

Living person +1?

…

Salted Fish Jin: What else would I be?

Teacher Salted Fish Jin, hello. I’m Mount Hua Sword Debate. I really hope you can find time to decipher Ancient Earth literary masterpieces such as The Top Student’s Little Spoiled Wife with me.

Teacher, are you still accepting disciples? My contact info is above. Paid apprenticeship.

…

Wen Jin grew irritated looking at all these advertisements. In her heart, she wondered if she had stumbled into some fake pyramid-scheme advertising nest.

There was no prize money, only a pile of small accounts brainwashing people along with the public chat.

After wasting about ten minutes, Wen Jin, who had originally planned to earn some quick money, felt a little emo.

In a rather bad mood, she closed the public chat and exited the PK page.

She did not notice at all that her phone gave a ding, and a junk message was automatically blocked. The sender was the official Ancient Earth Text Translation Championship, and it was a transfer notification.

Breakfast was prepared by Ruan Ting Zhi. She had a steam pot in the dormitory. According to Wen Jin’s observations, even though Ruan Ting Zhi got up very early in the morning, she would self-disciplinedly prepare breakfast for herself in an orderly manner.

On the first day they lived together, Wen Jin had not enjoyed any roommate-invitation breakfast text.

But today, she received one. Inside the steam pot was a soft, sticky ear of corn, two round boiled eggs, and a bag of milk without a brand label. It was kept warm, clearly left for her.

Ruan Ting Zhi had just finished training. After calculating Wen Jin’s waking time, she sent the message.

I cooked too much breakfast?

Can you help me eat some?

It sounded like a casual remark, and even carried a hint of asking for help, making it impossible to refuse.

Wen Jin looked at the message and felt like laughing.

This person must have noticed Wen Jin’s current state of barely scraping by, but she spoke very openly. Even if she truly had the intention to help, she had also considerately taken into account Wen Jin’s possible inferiority, embarrassment, and all sorts of difficult feelings.

However, Ruan Ting Zhi had underestimated Wen Jin after all. Wen Jin had none of those negative emotions at the moment. Poverty was a current condition; she was merely scraping by temporarily.

Wen Jin could very much accept Ruan Ting Zhi’s meticulous comfort, but she would repay this favor later.

She replied just as generously: Thanks. Breakfast is really good. I won’t be polite with you, then.

Ruan Ting Zhi had just unscrewed a bottle of functional water. Sensing her phone vibrate, she set the water by her feet and looked at the phone screen.

She could not help replying again: Mm. If it’s good, then… eat more.

Wan Shi Shi was carrying the breakfast made by the auntie. When she packed it up and handed it to Ruan Ting Zhi, Ruan Ting Zhi was smiling strangely while chatting with someone.

“Zhi Zhi, have you noticed that your state has been off lately?”

“What state?” Ruan Ting Zhi put her phone into her bag and glanced at the crab roe buns and seafood congee Wan Shi Shi had brought. “Later, help me tell Aunt Li that she doesn’t need to specially make breakfast and bring it to school recently.”

Wan Shi Shi gave a sound of surprise. “No way. Are you eating at the cafeteria? Aunt Li won’t be at ease. The school ingredients aren’t fresh.”

Ruan Ting Zhi lowered her eyes. “So I’ll make it myself.”

Wan Shi Shi’s eyes nearly popped out. “You, you, you, you… make it?”

Ruan Ting Zhi usually did not even have enough time for cultivation, yet she said she would cook for herself. Wan Shi Shi was currently in a critical-hit state. After a long while, she finally squeezed a few words out of her mouth. “Then… can it be eaten?”

Ruan Ting Zhi shot her a sideways look. Thinking of Wen Jin’s supportive praise, she suddenly smiled. “It should be—not bad.”

Wan Shi Shi clicked her tongue in wonder. Like she would believe that.

Only after Ruan Ting Zhi had finished looking over all the documents Wan Shi Shi brought did Wan Shi Shi hesitate, then ask, “What are you thinking about regarding forming a legion? From the main family’s side, Eldest Uncle’s meaning is to buy a legion, then arrange our people into it.”

That was what they had done in her previous life as well, but the people in the family might not all be loyal.

Ruan Ting Zhi lifted her eyelids, her gaze burning as she looked at Wan Shi Shi. “The Time-Space Legion’s commander announced not long ago that she’ll retire next year. I remember it’s currently a B-rank legion…”

There was more to her words.

Wan Shi Shi instinctively lifted her head. Unfortunately, Ruan Ting Zhi laughed softly and changed the topic. “How is the search for Salted Fish Jin going?”

The topic changed too quickly. Wan Shi Shi froze for a moment, then bent a finger and tapped her forehead. “I almost forgot about that. Last time, you ordered the Information Department to investigate the StarNet ID Salted Fish Jin. Just now, there’s news.”