Chapter 2: When Did You Go Blind?

【Blazing Fire God System】

【Host: Chen Yansen】

【Physique: 1.16】(Earth Star human average 1, peak 3, includes strength, agility, endurance, etc.)

【Spirit: 1.32】(Earth Star human average 1, peak 3, includes intelligence, memory, comprehension, etc.)

【Skills: Car Driving (Two-Star Proficient 37/100), Guitar Playing (One-Star Beginner 83/100), Eight-Part Diamond Technique (One-Star Beginner 41/100)】

【Talent: None】

【Humanity Fire: 0】

【New User Manual: Please click to view】

Chen Yansen studied the system in depth, feeling that in his previous life of over thirty years, he only had a pitiful three skills.

WTF!

My time management and driving skills are clearly at master level!

After failing to communicate with the system, Chen Yansen had no choice but to continue reading the new user manual.

"Blazing: represents salary, remuneration."

"Fire: symbolizes the Humanity Fire."

"The host can establish employment relationships with others, and by distributing salaries, obtain Humanity Fire."

"1 wisp of Humanity Fire = 10,000 Hua Yuan."

"1 wisp of Humanity Fire can increase 'Spirit' or Physique by 0.01 points, or 1 point of skill experience…"

Seeing this, Chen Yansen couldn't help muttering to himself — this damn system must be surnamed Ma.

Isn't this just a straight-up pay-to-win cultivation system?!

The more employees, the higher the wages, the faster the Fire accumulates, the stronger you get!

If in the future he had tens of millions of employees, with Fire flowing in endlessly, even Homelander would have to kneel down and lick his shoe soles.

"Handsome guy, check the length, ok?"

The barber behind him spoke up, interrupting his thoughts.

Chen Yansen came back to his senses, stood up, and walked to the mirror.

The original non-mainstream aura had completely vanished.

Sharp, angular features, a high straight nose bridge, a careless rogueish smile playing at the corner of his mouth, a few strands of hair falling loosely — utterly unable to conceal his roguish gaze.

"How much?"

Chen Yansen nodded in satisfaction, ready to scan the code to pay, until he pulled out a Nokia N78 and realized.

Damn, what QR payment codes were there in 2010?

"That'll be ten yuan."

The barber replied with a smile.

Chen Yansen didn't waste words, cheerfully pulling out cash to settle the bill.

Then he turned and looked outside — Wang Zihao was squatting at the door, making a phone call.

He pushed open the door and gave Wang Zihao a light kick on the butt.

"Whoa… whoa! You're Chen Yansen?"

Wang Zihao held his phone, eyes wide, staring hard at his friend, shocked by his massive transformation.

"It's just a haircut, you don't have to be so dramatic, do you?"

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow and chided lightly.

"Hehe, tomorrow I'll come get the same haircut too. Just now Big Sis said they're done eating, told us to head straight to the KTV."

Wang Zihao patted the dust off his butt and got up, saying.

"They're full, but I haven't eaten yet. No rush, let's find a beef soup place to fill up first."

Chen Yansen patted his belly, saying carelessly.

Facts proved that this gathering after the college entrance exam would be the last time many people saw each other.

So there was absolutely no need to compromise himself for a few high school classmates he would never see again in his next life.

"Fine, fine."

Wang Zihao gave a wry smile and helplessly followed along.

By the time the two arrived at the KTV, it was already 9:30. On the two sofas in the private room, a dozen or so boys and girls sat scattered about.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, faces full of youthful innocence.

"Chen Yansen, Wang Zihao, what the hell are you two up to, showing up this late?"

"Sit down quick, three penalty drinks first!"

"Chen Yansen, sit here, Yuanyuan saved you a seat."

"Haozi, what song are you best at? I'll queue it up for you!"

Chen Yansen's gaze swept across everyone's faces — he barely recognized any of them, couldn't even call out their names.

As for Zhou Keyuan?

He recognized her at a glance though.

Sitting quietly in the corner, dressed like a pure little white flower — slender brows, almond eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, glistening lips as if coated with a layer of pink lip gloss, a floral long dress reaching down to her ankles, revealing fair, delicate skin.

No wonder he'd been utterly smitten back in the day.

But for the current Chen Yansen, that level of looks and figure wasn't even up to par with his company's receptionist.

"Sitting anywhere is the same."

Chen Yansen laughed freely, walked right past Zhou Keyuan, and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

The distance between the two was a full three or four meters.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly froze!

Everyone turned their gaze to Zhou Keyuan, wanting to see her reaction.

"He can sit wherever he wants; what does it have to do with me?"

Zhou Keyuan furrowed her beautiful, slender brows and explained in an indignant, delicate voice.

"Come! I hope everyone cherishes this final time together and has a drink!"

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Big Sister immediately raised her glass and proposed.

But in her heart she thought: "Why did Chen Yansen suddenly change to a new hairstyle? He's become handsome, but why has his personality changed too?"

In Class Eight of Senior Year Three, who didn't know the relationship between Chen Yansen and Zhou Keyuan? Everyone unanimously believed that once the two entered university, they would inevitably develop into lovers.

Chen Yansen in his previous life had thought the same thing.

He simply never expected that Zhou Keyuan was playing both sides, and it wasn't until the summer of his junior year that he accidentally caught her.

"Cheers, cheers!"

"Big Sister, from now on we must gather once every year!"

"Wishing everyone a bright future and a path of blooming flowers!"

After a few beers, the atmosphere gradually grew lively; young people's emotions come quickly and leave even faster.

As the singing began, some drank, some sang, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Are you having a spat with your Yuanyuan?"

At some point, Big Sister quietly leaned over and asked with a face full of gossip.

"We never had a relationship to begin with; you all might have had some misunderstandings before."

Chen Yansen took a sip of his drink and said calmly.

At this moment, he also remembered Big Sister's name—Meng Jie!

There are only names chosen wrongly, never nicknames called wrongly.

Her appearance and personality were completely mismatched with her name; a clean, crisp short haircut, the ends just touching her earlobes, looking fresh and capable, her personality even more manly than a boy's.

Hearing this, Meng Jie was stunned, sneered with a curl of her lips, clearly not believing it.

You chased her for a full three years, and now you say there's no relationship?

That's nonsense!

Chen Yansen's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it happened to drift straight into Zhou Keyuan's ears.

"Bastard! If you don't apologize, I will never forgive you in my entire life."

Zhou Keyuan's face went pale, her hands clasped together, her fingertips trembling slightly, secretly swearing in her heart.

She didn't understand!

Yesterday, the little simp who was asking after her health and warmth, today was like a completely different person, ignoring her.

"Really not going over to coax her?"

Meng Jie poked her head out, took a look at the situation, and couldn't help but ask again.

"Actually, I'm more interested in you."

Chen Yansen swirled his wine glass, leaned casually against the sofa, tilted his head, and said in a low voice.

You have to know, in his previous life, besides him, the one who did best in the class was Meng Jie.

Before turning thirty, she became the president of a county-level bank.

If ability and family background were missing even one, it wouldn't be possible.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never saw it before; you actually have the potential to be a scumbag."

Meng Jie smiled gracefully and criticized him straight to his face without any hesitation.

She could earn the nickname 'Big Sister' not only because of her top grades in the whole class, but also because of her extraordinary personality; she was destined not to be shy or blush like a little girl.

"I also have the potential to be a fortune teller; do you want me to cast a fortune for you?"

Chen Yansen put down his wine glass and immediately felt playful.

After all, teasing a future bank president was somewhat strangely thrilling.

"Then tell me my fortune; if it's inaccurate, you have to finish this whole bottle in one gulp."

Meng Jie smiled slightly, picked up a bottle of Big Snowflake beer, and placed it on the table.

"Spread your right hand open."

Chen Yansen smiled, pinched his fingers, and struck a pose like a heavenly master.

Meng Jie's hand was smooth and Bai Xi, small and delicate, just like her.

The red and green lights fell on her chin and neck, making her skin look exceptionally exquisite and delicate.

Only then did Chen Yansen realize that, judging by his experience of meeting countless people, Meng Jie's looks were definitely severely underestimated.

If she took off the black-rimmed glasses on her nose, changed into a solid-colored long dress, and grew her hair long, and was thrown into a university, she would at least reach the level of a department beauty.

Seeing him stay silent and staring straight at her, Meng Jie's heart suddenly trembled, so she frowned and urged: "Can you do it or not?"

"Don't rush; I'm analyzing."

Chen Yansen took Meng Jie's small hand, gently placed it in his palm, and rubbed and played with it repeatedly until the other party's ears turned so red they were about to drip blood; only then did he slowly speak:

"Your life line is long and strong, representing vigorous vitality.

Your love line is deep with few splits, indicating you are devoted in love, and your future husband will most likely be your first love.

Your career line goes straight up from the center of your palm; although there are some twists and turns, the overall trend is soaring upward, destined for great nobility and great wealth, accompanied by riches; in the future, there is a ninety percent chance you will work in the financial industry, but..."

Seeing her expression become even more serious, indicating these words had gained her approval, Chen Yansen deliberately stopped.

"But what? Hurry up and say it!"

Meng Jie pressed further.

"How about a bet? If I get everything right, you owe me one favor—and vice versa."

Chen Yansen's smile was brilliant.

"Go ahead and tell me first."

Seeing his mischievous gaze, Meng Jie instantly realized he had no good intentions—and refused to fall for it.

"Look at this palm line—the academic line—there's a faint fork. It means your studies are going poorly. If I'm not mistaken, your first-choice school will fall through, and you'll slip to your second choice."

Chen Yansen spoke with solemn seriousness.

"You're full of shit!"

Meng Jie yanked her right hand free and shot back an insult.

"We'll see who's right in a month. But if you lose, I want to see you in silk stockings."

Chen Yansen lowered his voice, leaning close to Meng Jie's ear, exhaling slowly.

"You're truly twisted!"

Meng Jie's ear turned crimson; she scrambled back a step, her face filled with revulsion.

Fuck you, Chen Yansen—you won't even spare your own brother!

In eighteen years, she'd never encountered such blatant teasing.

Meng Jie felt her breath tighten, her heart pounding "thump-thump," her ten fingers numb and weak.

This scene was seen by Zhou Keyuan.

The intimate interaction between them burned into her mind, stirring anger inside her.

"I've turned you down ten times already—do you really plan to give up?"

"To make me jealous, you're even touching Meng Jie? You're truly desperate!"

Zhou Keyuan smirked inwardly, convinced she'd read Chen Yansen's hidden thoughts.

"Classmates, I'm sorry! My mom's urging me to get home early—I have to leave now."

Zhou Keyuan suddenly stood up, feigned checking her watch, then spoke.

"Heh, she's panicking!"

Chen Yansen sneered inwardly, utterly unconcerned—not even considering standing to see her off.

Seeing this, Zhou Keyuan's face darkened; she slumped, dejected, and pushed open the door to leave.

"Keyuan, wait for me—I'll walk with you!"

The two girls closest to Zhou Keyuan, seeing Chen Yansen made no move to follow, glared at him in fury, then slammed the door and left.

The remaining few exchanged uneasy glances.

"Let's call it a night then—we'll get together again sometime."

Meng Jie calmed herself and broke the silence.

After Chen Yansen's interference, all the girls with decent looks had left; the remaining boys lost all motivation and nodded in agreement, one by one exiting the private room.

"Don't forget the bet."

Chen Yansen stood, propped his right hand against the wall, leaned over Meng Jie, and whispered with complete confidence.

"Fine, but what if you lose?"

Meng Jie lifted her head, meeting his gaze without backing down.

"Do whatever you want to me."

Chen Yansen grinned wickedly.

"If you lose, you wear silk stockings too!"

Meng Jie snorted, hurried after the departing classmates, but at the stairwell, she couldn't resist glancing back—there he was, still wearing that wicked smile.

"He's gotten hotter—but also gotten worse!"

Feeling flustered under his gaze, Meng Jie quickly turned away, forcibly suppressing her curiosity.

"Chen Yansen, you're not chasing Zhou Keyuan anymore—planning to go after Meng Jie instead?"

Wang Zihao, standing nearby, was utterly baffled.

"Don't you think Meng Jie's actually prettier?"

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and patted his shoulder.

"When did you go blind?"

Wang Zihao stared at him strangely, even wanting to slap him awake—he simply couldn't see how Meng Jie, dressed neutrally with hair shorter than his own, was pretty at all.

"What the fuck…"

Chen Yansen shook his head, too lazy to argue.

(End of Chapter)