Han Cheng was defeated, and Luo Tianxiang was carried off.
Jiang Nan and Wu Liang emerged victorious.
Supporting Wu Liang, Jiang Nan teleported back to the stands, beaming with a radiant smile.
“Jiang Nan’s team is officially formed.”
Zhong Yingxue smiled sweetly.
She shook Jiang Nan’s arm, “Great job, great job. You’re the best.”
Xia Yao wiped tears from laughing, “Watching your duel, I’ve developed an eight-pack.
That was so satisfying. Haha.
Your spatial wormhole is practically a divine skill.”
The surrounding classmates looked at Jiang Nan with newfound respect.
A spatial ability.
It truly couldn’t be judged by normal standards.
Absolutely wild.
You never knew where your spear might end up striking.
Having paid off his debt, Jiang Nan was in high spirits.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Who’s that chuunibyou kid?”
To pose so dramatically, kneeling on one knee and cracking the concrete floor.
Jiang Nan felt he needed to know more.
Xia Yao replied, “You mean Qin Shou? He’s a repeater from last year.
I heard he got into Kyoto University but was sent back.”
Jiang Nan was stunned, “Why?”
Getting into Kyoto University? That’s a top-tier spiritual martial arts school, on par with Tsinghua or Peking University.
Zhong Yingxue rolled her eyes, “After what just happened, you should know why.”
Jiang Nan covered his face.
Was this guy rejected by the school for being too chuunibyou?
Truly, posing is his constant companion.
Xia Yao added, “But don’t underestimate him. He’s a repeater, but he’s got Silver-level strength.
Plus, his ice ability makes him a tough opponent.”
Watching Qin Shou limp away, Jiang Nan grinned.
That kid better not stir up trouble.
The match ended, and the entire school gained a new understanding of Jiang Nan.
Don’t mess with him.
Or you might end up as an invincible rocket car.
Afterwards, Jiang Nan turned into Jiang the Tyrant, putting the freshmen through brutal physical training.
After a day of school, Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao went home early to cultivate their spiritual energy.
Jiang Nan, meanwhile, headed straight to the phone shop to pick up his repaired phone.
Unlike before, the repair guy wasn’t there.
Opening Weibo, he was shocked.
His followers had skyrocketed to over a million.
The video issue had been well suppressed, but that wasn’t Jiang Nan’s concern.
He posted a Weibo update.
From iPhone 11proMAX
God Nan: Rain or shine. University town awaits you.
PS: New stock available. Buy quick.
The post went live, and comments flooded in instantly.
“Damn. Your first post back is about setting up a stall? Truly, the stall is your main gig.”
“Selling autographs? The kind signed on my face.”
“God Nan, my rent’s due. Can I move into your heart?”
“Come on. Hurry up. I feel awful without my daily dose of Vigor.”
“Leeks. Restock me quick. I can’t get out of bed.”
“What’s the new stock? Excited.”
Psyduck: “I’m the guy who mixed leeks, Vigor, and soybeans, went overboard during piling, collapsed the shed, and sold the house.
No worries, I’m out of the hospital. With leeks and Vigor, I’m earning money lying down.
Got a Benz and a villa. All set.”
Jiang Nan was stunned. Earning money lying down with leeks and Vigor?
How?
A villa and a Benz?
Could it be…
That username is loaded with meaning.
He replied below.
“Bro, epic.”
“Bro, epic.”
“Bro, take care of yourself.”
God Nan: “Teach me. I want to earn money lying down too.”
“Same.”
…
Arriving at the university town, thanks to Jiang Nan’s Weibo post.
The night market was already packed.
Everyone was waiting for Jiang Nan.
As soon as he set up his stall, it was a frenzy. He couldn’t keep up with the payments.
Luckily, he’d printed a WeChat payment QR code on his T-shirt.
Smart move.
Scan me. Scan me hard. Scan me to death.
Whether it was Hulk-brand underwear or leeks and Vigor, everything sold like crazy.
Detox soybeans, 100 yuan each, were also snatched up. What people did with them at home, who knows.
This time, no sign of Zheng Wei. Probably still haunted by the grove incident.
For some reason, Jiang Nan felt like someone was watching him today.
It felt off.
Unbeknownst to him, under a nearby streetlamp stood a petite figure.
Barely 1.6 metres tall.
Wearing black stockings paired with denim shorts.
A black hoodie with a large hood.
Her face was hidden in the streetlamp’s shadow, but her big, aqua-blue eyes were visible.
Her gaze never left Jiang Nan.
She pulled a photo from her pocket.
Looked at Jiang Nan, then at the photo.
Then tucked it back in.
…
“God Nan. Didn’t you say there’s new stock?”
“Yeah. What’s the treasure? Show us.”
Jiang Nan cleared his throat and carefully pulled out a red cloth bundle from his chest.
“Let me tell you, this treasure is amazing. It cures all diseases.
Even cancer.”
The crowd leaned in, eager.
What’s the good stuff?
Wrapped so carefully?
Cures all diseases? That miraculous?
He opened the cloth.
Ten shrivelled, malnourished ginsengs lay on the red cloth.
“What the hell is this junk?”
“Some roots you dug up somewhere?”
“If you didn’t say it’s ginseng, I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Pfft. Calling this ginseng? It’s an embarrassment to the ginseng family.”
Jiang Nan glared, “What do you know?
My vitality ginseng may not look great.
But it’s super potent. Insanely potent.
Cancer, leukemia, femoral head necrosis, it cures them all.
Only 100,000 yuan each.
In a hospital, 100,000 might not cure you. My ginseng guarantees results. No cure, money back.”
The crowd erupted, “Give me a break. Never heard of ginseng curing cancer.”
“Insanely potent? These tiny things?”
“100,000? Way too expensive.”
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes.
He knew people wouldn’t easily accept vitality ginseng.
100,000 was no small sum, but if it truly cured illnesses, it wasn’t expensive.
At that moment, a voice called out, “Leukemia? Can this ginseng really cure leukemia?”
A woman, decently dressed but with greying temples, approached.
Her face was weary, her clothes faded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
She looked at Jiang Nan with hope.
“My daughter’s in the hospital with leukemia. We can’t find a matching bone marrow. Is this ginseng really effective?”
A passerby said, “Auntie, it’s not reliable. Save your money for your daughter’s treatment.”
Jiang Nan wasn’t annoyed. Seeing the auntie’s hopeful eyes, his nose stung for some reason.
“Auntie, it works. Take one for your daughter. I won’t charge you.”
The woman quickly shook her head, “No way. 100,000 is too much. Can you make it cheaper?”
Jiang Nan shook his head, “Take it, Auntie. Think of it as free advertising. Don’t you want your daughter to get better?
Take it.”
He stuffed the vitality ginseng into her hands.
Tears welled in her eyes as she thanked him repeatedly.
Jiang Nan just smiled.
Looking at the nine remaining vitality ginsengs on the red cloth, he paused.
Then shouted, “Anyone with sick family members? Today, vitality ginseng is free. Take one home to save lives.
No charge.
No freeloaders, though. I’m serious today.”
Jiang Nan figured, giving them away was fine.
They weren’t expensive, just resentment points to exchange.
To him, it was nothing, but to those in need, it could save lives.
Even mend a broken family.
Call it advertising.
Under the streetlamp, the hooded girl watched Jiang Nan silently.
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