Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 120: Ignore

Wan Chu’er ignored him and walked ahead next to Old Sir Zhong.

This old man has pretty good legs, doesn’t limp or anything, why would a perfectly fine person sit in a wheelchair, it’s really baffling.

"How’s your sword dance coming along?" Old Sir Zhong asked.

"Oh," Wan Chu’er laughed, "I won first place at the school’s welcome party and got a prize of US$ 5,000."

Seeing Wan Chu’er’s proud expression, Old Sir Zhong silently thought to himself, what an easily satisfied young girl.

Wan Chu’er said, "Thanks to your guidance, that US$ 5,000 includes a bit of your help."

Old Sir Zhong nodded his head, without saying much.

The two continued walking, Old Sir Zhong leaned on an old tree and said, "The foot of the mountain is bustling, why aren’t you celebrating the New Year with your family, young girl?"

Wan Chu’er smiled, not wanting to discuss her family situation. Should she say she was all alone with no one to celebrate the New Year with anyway?

Such a downer during the New Year.

She countered, "Why aren’t you celebrating the New Year with your family, being here all by yourself, sir?"

Old Sir Zhong laughed silently, "I’m a loner, would I be watching others celebrate?"

Huh!

She unintentionally expressed her own thoughts, Wan Chu’er couldn’t help laughing, looking at Old Sir Zhong, she said, "I’m the same as you."

"Oh?" Old Sir Zhong was surprised, "An orphan?"

Wan Chu’er laughed, "Pretty much, I don’t really have any family left."

The two continued walking.

After a while, Old Sir Zhong leaned on another old tree and stopped.

"Ah, I’ve gotten old, back in the day, I could cross two big mountains in three days and nights without rest, even with injuries." Old Sir Zhong sighed, seemingly reminiscing, then gazed into the distance. freewёbnoνel.com

Wan Chu’er did not hurry him, and amusingly kicked stones at the side.

Old Sir Zhong snapped back to reality, turned his head to look at Wan Chu’er in her white down jacket, kicking a stone far away, "youth is indeed great."

"Don’t just use the strength of your ankle, try to drive your legs with your waist," he couldn’t help but comment.

Wan Chu’er kicked the stone even farther, then raised her head and smiled, "I’m not a kid, just casually kicking."

Old Sir Zhong smiled and shook his head.

"Are you and the Mai Family girl classmates?"

"Yeah, we’re roommates and in the same major."

Old Sir Zhong asked like an elder, "What major are you studying?"

Wan Chu’er: "Computer technology."

"Oh, computers are great, the country will heavily develop computer technology, and once you’re skilled, there will be opportunities for you to excel."

Wan Chu’er nodded, she knew this well, the future belongs to computers and the internet.

After walking a while longer, Wan Chu’er politely said, "Old Sir Zhong, it’s getting late, I should head down the mountain, I still need to catch a ride back to the city."

"Alright," Old Sir Zhong nodded.

The tall man standing behind Old Sir Zhong glared at Wan Chu’er, how clueless can this girl be when the old master was finally willing to talk to someone? Couldn’t she show a little patience and accompany the old man a bit longer?

If it weren’t for Old Sir Zhong being present, he would’ve taught her a lesson.

Does she not know how many people in Beijing wish they could converse with Old Sir Zhong even just for a moment?

Wan Chu’er directly ignored the tall man, bid her farewell, and turned to leave.

She thought this tall man was sick, suffering from bull’s eye disease, just loves to suddenly glare with those small eyes.

Watching Wan Chu’er’s figure gradually disappearing, the tall man still couldn’t help but respectfully say to Old Sir Zhong, "Old Sir Zhong, should I check on that girl just now?"

After walking together for so long, Old Sir Zhong still hadn’t asked for the girl’s name, so he didn’t know what Wan Chu’er was called.

Old Sir Zhong shook his head, saying, "No need." Then he turned and sat back down in his wheelchair.

He had been walking for most of the day, and he was really tired.

The tall man pushed Old Sir Zhong towards South Slope, where Old Sir Zhong has been staying recently.

When Wan Chu’er finally returned to the city, it was already 6 o’clock in the afternoon, and it had gotten dark.

She hurried home, the little note on the door was gone, it seemed someone had been there.

After entering her home, she took a box of cookies out of the two bags that Jiang Kechu brought yesterday. She had not eaten all day and was starving to death.

It’s all Jiang Kechu’s fault!

Thinking of Jiang Kechu, Wan Chu’er hurriedly locked her door again, thought for a moment and left a small desk lamp on, but turned off all other lights.

Pretending that no one was home. Hmph! No matter who it was, she wouldn’t open the door!

That night, no one came again, to Wan Chu’er’s delight. She spent her time quietly reading books and writing programs, and went to sleep after turning off the lights at 11 o’clock.

The next morning, after running in the park, she stayed home and didn’t go out again.

At noon, Qiqi Mai and Xiaoxiao Jiang came again, knocking on the door. Without response from Wan Chu’er, the two muttered outside the door about where Chu’er could be playing every day, and left disappointed with the new note she had posted.

The third day was the same.

By the fourth day, Xiaoxiao Jiang and Qiqi Mai did not come, and Wan Chu’er breathed a sigh of relief.

On the fifth day as soon as she left the house, she saw Jiang Kechu leaning against his car downstairs.

Uh...

This guy is too cunning!

Wan Chu’er kept a straight face and deliberately ignored Jiang Kechu, making a beeline for the park.

Seeing Wan Chu’er like this, Jiang Kechu couldn’t help but smirk, didn’t stop her, and watched as Wan Chu’er turned a corner and disappeared before getting back into his car to wait.

He had been busy with the military for the last two days. Only after getting home last night did he hear from Xiaoxiao that Wan Chu’er had not been home and couldn’t be found.

Jiang Kechu then directly drove and waited downstairs at Wan Chu’er’s house, looking up to see that her windows were pitch-dark, as if no one was home.

He thought for a moment, went upstairs, and listened at the door to ascertain that Wan Chu’er was home, just with the lights off.

He immediately guessed that she was most likely home during the day but pretending not to be.

He just couldn’t figure out why.

Having woken up early that morning, he drove over, knowing that Wan Chu’er had a habit of morning runs.

Sure enough, as soon as he parked his car, Wan Chu’er came downstairs.

Seeing her behavior earlier, she seemed to be avoiding him?

He couldn’t help but recall how distant and defensive Wan Chu’er had been towards him previously. His eyes shifted, but he couldn’t understand why.

Wan Chu’er stopped after turning a corner, then quietly went back and peeked. Oh! There he was, sitting in the car as calm as ever, showing no sign of leaving.

She snorted, turned around, and continued her regular jogging.

If you want to wait, then wait!

But the more she ran, the more unsettled she felt, and eventually, she got so upset that she headed back home.

Upon arrival downstairs, Jiang Kechu’s damn car was still there.

Fuming, Wan Chu’er walked over and kicked the rear of the car, then turned and strutted upstairs.

Jiang Kechu, watching her kick his car, quickly got out of the vehicle and followed her, squeezing into her apartment before she could close the door.

"Let’s talk," Jiang Kechu said calmly.

Talk, talk, talk, talk your head off!

Wan Chu’er glared at him furiously.