Chapter 63: The Same Style as Shi Qingqing?
Ten yuan!
That’s enough to buy a meal, a few pounds of fruit, or a bar of Dove chocolate...
Shi Qingqing muttered to herself, “To advance from level 0 to level 1, I only need to grab ten red envelopes. But from level 1 to level 2, it takes a hundred times. How many times do I need to grab to advance to level 3?”
No sooner had she finished her musings than she noticed a progress bar beneath the word “grab” on her phone screen.
It was extremely thin.
She moved her finger over it, discovering a number: 188...
And the progress bar showed only a tiny sliver at the very front, indicating it was just a small fraction of the total.
Shi Qingqing suddenly understood—could this 188 mean she had already grabbed 188 red envelopes?
Judging by the remaining empty bar, it seemed she would need several more batches of 188 to fill it up and advance to the next level.
With this display, Shi Qingqing finally found her direction. At least she knew how many she had grabbed, and how many more she needed—a clear goal to work toward.
Shi Qingqing didn’t hesitate to praise, “As expected of a high-tech phone, it’s really intelligent.”
But the battery had dropped from 15% straight down to 10%.
It looked like it wouldn’t be long before it shut down. What could she do?
The sunlight wasn’t very strong yet. Shi Qingqing held up her battered phone, searching for sunlight in all directions. Please, charge a little...
If the battery died, she wouldn’t be able to grab all those red envelopes—a real loss!
Just then, a boy’s voice called out behind her.
“Qingqing!”
Shi Qingqing turned to see who it was.
It was Sheng Chao.
His public call of “Qingqing” drew the attention of everyone nearby.
Shi Qingqing frowned slightly. “Senior Sheng, is there something you need?”
Sheng Chao, seeming intimate, tried to tug at Shi Qingqing, but she dodged him.
His smile didn’t fade. He said gently, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages. Did you have breakfast? I brought you something tasty..."
From behind him, he produced an exquisite cake box.
Shi Qingqing declined politely, “Senior Sheng, you’re too kind! I’ve already eaten.”
Sheng Chao insisted, pushing the cake box into Shi Qingqing’s hands with genuine earnestness. “Our family just hired a new pastry chef who used to make cakes at a Michelin three-star hotel. The taste is excellent—try it.”
The girls nearby were full of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
“A Michelin three-star hotel!”
“The Sheng family’s business is getting bigger and bigger—they even hire such top chefs now.”
“But this girl looks so ordinary, she can’t even afford a school uniform. She must be a hardship student. Why is he so nice to her?”
“She looks familiar. Where have I seen her before? She’s the girl who was talking to our national heartthrob Zhan yesterday!”
“That’s right! Really annoying! She’s so plain-looking—how did she win Zhan’s favor?”
...
Suddenly, Shi Qingqing was surrounded by everyone’s attention. She hurriedly put away her phone.
“I heard Zhan wants to pay fifty thousand for your antique phone—is it true?” This was the excuse Shi Qingqing had come up with yesterday to clarify her relationship with Zhan Su.
She hadn’t expected the news to spread throughout the entire school so quickly.
“I’ll pay a hundred thousand—sell me your antique phone!”
“I’ll pay two hundred thousand...”
Such extravagant offers.
If it were an ordinary phone, Shi Qingqing would have gladly sold it.
Maybe she should go to the flea market, buy a batch of the most broken, useless old phones, list them on the campus network, and label them as ‘Shi Qingqing’s model’?