CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28 AH QING IS AMAZING! OUR AH QING MADE MONEY!

"Eee!"

Ansheng, who was just about to sleep, was in a half-reclined position and clearly saw that he suddenly had an extra tail on his butt.

As he went all in with 2 points of Wish Power, Ansheng’s Physique points had reached a total of 31.

Previously, whenever Ansheng used Wish Power for points allocation, he would feel an itch on his butt.

He had been suspecting that he was growing a tail and becoming the legendary auspicious omen.

White, fox, multiple tails... Nine-tailed Fox!

If the Nine-tailed Fox appeared in ancient times, it would definitely be worshipped as an auspicious totem, making even the emperor weep, and scholars would stay up all night writing volumes, blushing.

"I... have two tails now!"

Ansheng was full of delight as he lifted his little fox paw and pinched his second tail.

With the touch of the fox paw, the newly grown tail seemed a bit shy and gave Ansheng a slap.

"Eee—"

Ansheng held his slapped little fox face, privately complaining in his heart.

The fox’s tail has dense nerves, and a casual touch might trigger a knee-jerk reaction.

Ansheng couldn’t control the newly grown tail very well.

"Big fox tail, big Russian bread..."

Ansheng cuddled his new tail for a while, and then suddenly thought of a critical issue.

It seems... growing two tails doesn’t seem to be of any significant use!

Other than being cuter and more legendary, it didn’t have much of a practical purpose.

In this modern society, telescopes can already peek under Sister Chang’e’s skirt, and the Queen Mother of the West’s Kunlun Mountain has become a scenic spot...

"Retract!"

Ansheng held his breath, focused, looked at the fluffy new tail, silently chanted "Retract," and then turned the air conditioner to 23 degrees, grabbed Yu Xueqing’s blanket, and fell asleep.

Darn Nine-tailed Fox!

If I really grew nine tails, wouldn’t I end up working at a national zoo, eating and living with those precious creatures that have dwindled in numbers?

Eating and living together... doesn’t that just mean sharing a big dormitory and communal meals?

Ha... forget about caviar every day, and after growing nine tails, my living conditions have worsened!

I’m not doing it, the little fox can’t listen to this. Before sleeping, Ansheng covered his triangular ears and gave himself two slaps to dispel nonsensical thoughts.

Avoiding a dream where he returns to the student dorms of his past life, a life in foot odor and frustration.

......

While Ansheng was asleep, Yu Xueqing first went to the market to buy groceries and then to the courier station to collect snacks sent by her dorm mate Momo.

More accurately, it was snacks bought by Yu Xueqing’s roommate Mo Yiqing for the little fox.

Looking at the snacks in the box, Yu Xueqing couldn’t help but click her tongue in her heart.

True to being someone whose family owns a factory, without even meeting, she bought the little fox snacks worth several hundred.

Momo the rich girl went all out with three big packs of yak jerky and two packs of Beihai’s specialty shrimp chips; the little fox would probably chew until its mouth ached... Yu Xueqing internally commented.

Yu Xueqing returned home, took a deep breath as she looked at the newly rearranged living room, clenched her little fist, and encouraged herself silently.

Dad got injured on duty and is temporarily recovering and overseeing the Shangpo Mountain Tea Garden.

Mom is selling tea at the stall, and now, the live stream selling duty has been temporarily handed over to Yu Xueqing.

"Those commercial brokers are so bad, may Master Fox bless the live streaming sales to go smoothly, and may those commercial brokers not mess around in my live stream room..."

Yu Xueqing faced her dorm and made a wish to the home’s deity before starting to get busy.

Live streaming sales... although it’s selling tea from her shop.

But honestly, Yu Xueqing has drunk countless teas, but to really say anything technical about it, she could only muster a ’tasty’ or ’not tasty’...

Tea culture... is very counter-intuitive; for those unfamiliar with tea, they might think tea leaves are just swept from under trees with brooms, tossed in a pan, given a nice name, and marketed to scammed customers.

Tea culture is a famous export of Xia Country and one of the earliest luxury goods.

In Xia Country universities, there are corresponding majors, as well as national standards and taste evaluation criteria, not merely an industry developed from mysticism or fraud.

Therefore, when Yu Zhenghong handed over the live streaming equipment to his daughter,

he also gave Yu Xueqing a stack of materials, along with introductions to several main teas and historical stories.

Yu Xueqing studied hard, but she easily grasped the content in the books.

Her school belongs to an agricultural college, originally for studying agriculture, and a specialty of burying seniors from the adjacent animal science school gardens in the soil.

Yu Xueqing isn’t familiar with finished tea, but when she sees things about farming, she immediately understands.

Yu Xueqing worked hard for an afternoon and went to the fast-food restaurant next door by evening to get a meal, preparing for her first live stream sale.

Simultaneously, fearing a cold atmosphere, Yu Xueqing specially sent a message to her college group, hoping classmates would come to support.

After sending the message, Yu Xueqing specially advised her classmates not to buy; although tea isn’t expensive, it might not suit their taste.

If they want to try, she’ll bring some back next semester.

Yu Xueqing’s message caused quite a stir in the group.

Some good friends responded.

And Yu Xueqing’s private messages on Pengyou blew up.

The boys, as if they’d never seen a girl before, rapidly messaged Yu Xueqing.

But most of the messages were:

[Ah Qing... believe me, I’m super into tea; I honestly just want to buy tea, but if I buy the tea... could you sneakily tell me something about Qingqing?]

[She says she has a boyfriend, but I don’t believe it. We’ve been classmates for three years, and we’ve never seen that so-called boyfriend of hers!]

Though Yu Xueqing is cute, always smiling with loads of charm, cuteness can’t pay the bills!

But Mo Yiqing is different; she’s unbelievably sexy, explosively so, and on top of that, she has tons of money...

"Ah?"

Yu Xueqing looked at the Pengyou messages, completely taken aback.

She hadn’t even started the broadcast, yet seniors, juniors, sophomores, and freshmen from neighboring faculties all said they’d buy out her stock.

But upon closer thought, Yu Xueqing realized they weren’t interested in buying the tea; they were clearly trying to win her over!

Feeling exasperated, Yu Xueqing took screenshots and sent them to Mo Yiqing.

Momo: [...]

Momo: [Wasted, they’re all wasted, trying to hook up with girls without even asking the main person directly, instead doing this whole ’bypass to hit the mark’ routine, playing the thirty-six stratagems here?]

[Ah Qing, lend me your Pengyou account, I’ll go and scold them harshly!]

[Knowing full well I have a boyfriend, yet still trying to pry away at the corner! I’ll recount their ancestral tales into stink!]

Reading WeChat messages, Yu Xueqing could already imagine her close friend’s current furious, fluff-ruffling demeanor, and quickly persuaded Mo Yiqing to calm down, after all, they were classmates.

Shaking her head, Yu Xueqing soothed the flaring Mo Yiqing before starting her first live stream.

...

With the live stream opening, aside from some classmates cheerfully participating and chatting, there wasn’t anything particularly interesting.

In fact, at one point, the live streamer Yu Xueqing and the classmates were discussing topics and farming matters.

Until a comment appeared, blowing up both Yu Xueqing and the watching classmates.

[Host, you’re wrapped up like a zongzi, shucking corn isn’t even as hard as this, poor review!]

"Ah!"

Yu Xueqing’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe her eyes, and subconsciously rubbed them.

Classmates started flooding question marks.

Jeez... what crude language. Snapping back, Yu Xueqing sharply drew a breath.

Slowly, she typed out a question mark.