Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Time Thief [Please Follow]

Su Huai unlocked his phone and saw Chen Nuanhan’s message; his mood did not sour—in fact, it improved.

Whatever the reason, she took the initiative; that’s a win.

There could be many reasons, but there’s only one strategy—leave ’em hanging!

Brothers and sisters, trust me, in the early stages of contact, when your crush messages you, don’t rush to reply. Even if you’ve seen it, pretend you haven’t. Hold back.

Instantly replying to every message plus being at their beck and call won’t move someone who’s used to being fawned over.

On the contrary, guess how they’ll see you?

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A lonesome loser with nothing better to do, just waiting for THEM to fill the gaping void in their love-starved life!

Delaying your response isn’t about playing hard to get, it’s about establishing your worth.

If it’s really urgent, bother me with a video call or phone call, otherwise, endure until you’re no longer fixated and have calmed down.

If you can’t help it, go to and watch a drama that’ll cool your jets, then decide how to respond.

On one hand, it reduces mistakes; on the other, it lowers the other person’s attitude.

In truth, many jerks aren’t born fishers, but too many eager beavers bare their desperate neediness, putting themselves down and lifting the other up. They don’t even have to be skilled at the game to reel you in!

When THEY know there’s no consequence for ignoring your messages and a mere “hehe” can get you all riled up, why spend more time and effort on you?

You only deserve this much!

So, promise Huai, never let anyone look down on you. Don’t give them that chance or possibility, OK?

Conversely, if someone genuinely decent always replies instantly, show respect and return the same level of enthusiasm and sincerity.

Establish the right perspective on friendship—starting with you all.

Huai doesn’t need this; Huai is a destined warrior, backed up by a sugar daddy.

…

Su Huai stuffed his phone into his pocket and quickened his pace.

When he returned to the dorm, apart from Chu Changkuo, the other two roommates were there.

Sao Ji was wearing large headphones, not groaning as usual, and was fiercely playing League.

Time is such a wonder, turning the hottest game into a tear of the era; Su Huai felt nostalgic and alienated looking at the familiar yet distant scenes.

This year marks Faker’s third championship and Huaxia’s sixth year of resisting Korea.

The nation’s League craze might last another three or four years, then, as his generation of college students enter society, its popularity wouldn’t be as it once was.

The specific reason for the decline was unclear to Su Huai; after all, he had long lost the energy to keep up.

Life was too exhausting—watching videos and streams was far less taxing than playing the actors’ league.

Xia Yu was on the balcony, playing guitar, his head bowed, face tilted, and his fingers strumming the strings in a cool manner.

He was playing a melody Su Huai recognized, yet couldn’t remember, which prompted him to walk up and ask, “What song is that?”

“A song by Jin Minqi.”

Xia Yu lifted his head with a smile: “Time Thief.”

Oh!

A lightbulb went off in Su Huai’s head; the twist seemed both ironic and fitting—was time not the greatest thief of all?

“Do you like music, Huai?”

Xia Yu initiated the conversation, but Su Huai could only sigh and spread his hands: “I love listening, but there aren’t many songs I can sing well, mostly old ones from the past.”

After the rise of social media, traffic became more concentrated and rampant, quickly wearing out the vitality of various audiovisual works.

For a while, Su Huai didn’t even bother going to the cinema, as the movie trailers on Douyin were enough to grasp the plot and highlights. Sometimes, after a few extra swipes, it was as if he had seen the essence of the whole film.

Music was no different; a viral song became an overplayed BGM—coming in like a wind, leaving as if it never happened, forgotten and never thought of again.

So sometimes people from the ’80s are puzzled: Why do you millennials and post-millennials start listening to the same music as us?

No need to answer; just sing to them, and that’s the response—

Wu! Meng! Shan! Linked! With! Mountain! Beyond! Mountain!

And now, reborn to this era, many things Su Huai once neglected brought him a strong sense of novelty and enjoyment.

Like Sao Ji’s fleeting Yasuo on the screen and Xia Yu’s rendition of “Time Thief.”

This is what it truly means to be alive.

He grabbed a chair, sat at the balcony door, and gave a thumbs up to Xia Yu: “Keep playing; I’m here for a private concert.”

Xia Yu chuckled, then started singing “Chengdu” with his raspy voice.

Su Huai, with a cigarette in his mouth, unlocked his phone and replied to Chen Nuanhan’s message amidst the not quite professional, but heartfelt singing.

“Just got back to the dorm. Why don’t you call out ‘uncle’ and ‘brother,’ and let me hear which sounds better?”

Chen Nuanhan glanced at her phone, seething with anger, quickly turned it off, locked the screen, pocketed it all in one swift motion, and then ran into the dorm as if fleeing for her life.

Wu Tianyou, are you a dog?!

Su Huai, you are too!

…

Having received no response, Su Huai wasn’t in a hurry and opened QQ to deal with messages.

He decided to leave the class group alone for now and created a new management group, adding all nine dormitory heads to directly confirm their readiness.

The first day of military training was the opening ceremony, so all they had to do was to be neat and on time, and the nine new officials were all very enthusiastic, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Sure enough, after asking around, everyone was excitedly practicing how to wear their training uniforms and fasten their armed belts, each more eager than the last.

Glancing back at Sao Ji, who was playing video games, and Xia Yu, with his dreamy artistic eyes, Su Huai thought to himself: My dorm really has issues… Not a single reliable son among them!

Su Huai forgot the fact that he hadn’t prepared either and replied with one last message in the group.

“OK, I’ll call you guys in the group at 6 a.m. tomorrow. Those who are awake just type a word. For those who don’t reply, I’ll call your phones at 6:10 a.m., so don’t mute them.”

“Received!”

The dormitory heads agreed readily, with Huang Mengting being the first to send a thankful emoji, followed by a flurry from others.

It wasn’t that they were naturally obedient, but because Su Huai was indeed fair and responsible.

He sought no honors and didn’t participate in any awards, purely powering through with love, and was still so serious, not dumping all the tasks on the dormitory heads, proactively contributing to the class early and late…

Really, where else could you find such a good class representative?!

When the girls talked about Su Huai in the dormitory, they were full of admiration, all feeling lucky—

“We are really lucky to have such a responsible class representative.”

“I don’t understand what he’s after…”

“Some people are just like that, born with a strong sense of responsibility.”

“Right, right! Just like a mother hen, an ISTJ personality type!”

“Our class rep is not just strong in responsibility, but also very efficient in speech and action. I think he might be an INFJ type.”

“Ugh, what are you talking about?”

“MBTI, it’s a personality test that’s really hot recently!”

“Oh! Is that thing accurate?”

“Super accurate! Do you want to take the test and see what type you are?”

The topic gradually went off track, but the reliability of the class representative had already become their first mental label of him; regardless of gender, everyone in the class had built a certain level of favorability and trust towards Su Huai.

Although it wasn’t Su Huai’s intention to serve the public, when he was serious about his work, all his classmates benefited from it.

From this perspective, he deserved the reward that Gu Jiuyue had leaked.

Xiaojiu, it’s all up to you now.

You wouldn’t be ungrateful, would you?

…

Hehe, after chuckling mischievously, Su Huai turned back to the School of Management main group, the student union’s main group, and his private chats.

Overall, there was nothing major, just a notification in the group that around 9 a.m., the team leader and the military instructors would be conducting a dormitory inspection.

Today’s inspection wasn’t serious, just a cursory walk-through to remind the new students to get in the zone.

It might seem unnecessary, but those who have never experienced military training can never imagine just how many jokes these innocent and foolish freshmen can come up with.

Er, in this aspect, it’s consistent nationwide, no matter north, south, east, or west, a pot can’t call the kettle black.

Then, in the following 15 days, it never quieted down, as each school’s team leaders took turns on duty, joining the Office of Academic Affairs and instructors for surprise inspections.

It would be troublesome if one were caught violating rules then.

The duty roster for the School of Management had already been arranged in the group; Su Huai glanced at it and saw that today it was Gao Yang, the advisor of Public Management class of ’16, and number 4 was Wang Zhi, but more likely, Sister Wang wouldn’t go, and instead dump the responsibility on Su Huai.

This man… this woman… this person’s lazy behavior wouldn’t come as a surprise.

Su Huai shared the news with Sao Ji and Xia Yu, and both very conscientiously started to tidy up the dorm and clean.

Around 8:50 a.m., Chu Changkuo returned to the dorm, with a hint of alcohol on him and slightly blurry eyes, but his face looked even paler.

He gave Su Huai a sidelong glance, with a twist of his mouth, he proudly settled into his chair.

Su Huai immediately became alert.

The little thing has a sense of defiance, huh?

If that’s how you are, then I’m even more excited!

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