Chapter 28: A Qing is Amazing! Our A Qing Made Money!

‘Mmm!’

An Sheng, who had just been about to sleep, was lying half-reclined when he clearly saw a tail suddenly appear on his buttocks.

With two points of wish power invested, An Sheng’s physique stat had reached 31 points.

Previously, whenever An Sheng spent wish power to upgrade, he felt a tingling itch on his buttocks.

He had already suspected that a tail might be growing out of his rear, becoming a legendary omen.

White, fox-like, nine-tailed fox!

In ancient times, the nine-tailed fox was unquestionably an omen enshrined on totems—emperors wept upon seeing it, and scholars stayed up all night with red eyes writing several erotic books.

‘I have two tails now!’

An Sheng’s face lit up with delight; he lifted his fox paw and pinched his second tail.

As his fox paw touched it, the newly grown tail seemed shy and slapped him.

‘Mmm—’

An Sheng clutched his slapped fox face and silently grumbled inside.

Fox tails are densely innervated; random touches can trigger a knee-jerk reflex.

An Sheng still couldn’t fully control his newly grown tail.

‘Fox da yi ba, e guo’s da lie ba.’

An Sheng rubbed his new tail all over, then suddenly remembered a critical question.

It seemed having two tails didn’t really have much use at all!

Aside from being cuter and more legendary, it didn’t seem to offer any major advantages.

This was the modern age—telescopes had already peered right under Chang’e’s skirt, and Queen Mother Kunlun’s mountain had become a tourist attraction.

‘Retract!’

An Sheng held his breath, focused, silently muttered ‘retract’ as he stared at his fluffy new tail, then reached for the air conditioner remote, set it to 23 degrees, pulled over Yu Xueqing’s blanket, and collapsed into bed.

Damn nine-tailed fox!

If he truly grew nine tails, he’d probably have to get a job at a national zoo, living and eating with those precious creatures whose families were nearly extinct.

Living and eating together—that meant dormitory bunk beds and communal meals, right?

Huh. Not even daily caviar, and now his living conditions would drop after growing nine tails!

No way, no way—the little fox couldn’t bear to hear this. An Sheng covered his triangular ears and slapped himself twice before sleeping, swatting away the thoughts.

He feared he’d dream of his past life’s dormitory, that breath-stealing, foot-stench-filled existence.

………………

While An Sheng slept, Yu Xueqing first went to the market to buy vegetables, then to the courier station to collect the snacks her dorm mate Mo Mo had sent her.

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

Looking at the box of snacks, Yu Xueqing couldn’t help but silently whistle.

No wonder she came from a factory-owning family—she hadn’t even met the little fox yet and had already bought hundreds of yuan worth of snacks.

Mo Mo, the little rich girl, went all out: three big bags of oyster beef jerky and two bags of Beihai specialty dried shrimp—the little fox’s mouth would probably ache from chewing so much, Yu Xueqing grumbled inwardly.

Yu Xueqing returned home, looked at the newly rearranged living room, took a deep breath, clenched her tiny fist, and cheered herself on internally.

Her father had been injured on the job and was temporarily recovering while overseeing the uphill tea garden patrols.

Her mother sold tea at the stall; now, the livestream sales job had been temporarily handed to Yu Xueqing.

‘Those commercial middlemen are terrible—may Fu Li, our household spirit, bless this livestream sales effort and keep those middlemen from disrupting the stream.’

Yu Xueqing faced her dorm room and made a wish to her household ghostly deity, then got to work.

Although livestream sales were for their family shop’s tea,

truthfully, Yu Xueqing had drunk countless teas but could barely articulate any real distinctions—she could only manage ‘tasty’ or ‘not tasty.’

Tea culture is profoundly counterintuitive; those unfamiliar might think tea leaves are simply swept from under trees, stir-fried in a wok, given a fancy name, and sold to gullible consumers.

Tea culture is one of China’s most renowned cultural exports and earliest luxury industries.

In Chinese universities, there are dedicated programs, national standards, and rigorous taste evaluation criteria—it is not an industry built on mysticism and fraud.

Therefore, when Yu Zhenghong handed the livestream equipment to his daughter,

he also gave her a stack of materials, introductions to several flagship teas, and their historical stories.

Yu Xueqing studied hard, yet she found the content in the materials easy to understand.

Her school was an agricultural academy—its very purpose was to teach farming and how to ‘plant’ the senior students from the animal science department into the soil.

Yu Xueqing didn’t understand finished tea, but when she saw anything about farming, she instantly grasped it.

Yu Xueqing studied all afternoon; by evening, she bought a quick meal from the neighboring fast-food shop and prepared for her first livestream sales session.

To avoid total silence, she also posted a message in her college group, asking classmates to come and lend support.

After posting, she specifically warned her classmates not to buy—the tea wasn’t expensive, but it might not suit their tastes.

If they wanted to try some, she’d bring them some when she returned next semester.

Yu Xueqing’s message sparked a storm in the group.

Some of her close female classmates responded enthusiastically.

Her QQ private messages exploded.

The boys, like animals who’d never seen a girl before, flooded her with messages.

But most of the messages said:

【A Qing, believe me, I’m super into tea—I really just want to buy tea, but if I buy tea, can you secretly tell me something about Qingqing?】

【She says she has a boyfriend—I don’t believe it! We’ve been classmates for three years, and I’ve never seen her so-called boyfriend!】

Although Yu Xueqing was adorable and had a warm, friendly smile, cuteness couldn’t put food on the table!

Mo Yiqing was different—first, she was stunningly sexy; second, she was explosively sexy; third, her family was extremely wealthy.

‘Huh?’

Yu Xueqing stared at the QQ messages, utterly stunned.

She hadn’t even started streaming, yet upperclassmen from other departments and her own, along with juniors and classmates, were already claiming they’d buy everything.

But after thinking carefully, Yu Xueqing realized—they didn’t want her tea at all; they were trying to bribe her!

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

Mo Mo: 【.】

Mo Mo: 【All ruined, completely ruined. If you want to court a girl, you don’t go straight to her—you go through backdoor schemes? Playing the Thirty-Six Stratagems here?】

【A Qing, lend me your QQ—I’ll go over there and scream at them!】

【They know I have a boyfriend and still try to steal her away! I’ll curse their ancestral tablets until they stink!】

Yu Xueqing, seeing the WeChat messages, could already picture her best friend’s furious, bristling expression, and quickly urged Mo Yiqing to calm down—they were all classmates.

Yu Xueqing shook her head, soothed the bristling Mo Yiqing, and began her first livestream.

…………

Once the livestream started, aside from a few classmates cheering and chatting, nothing particularly interesting happened.

Even, subtly, the host Yu Xueqing began discussing coursework and farming with her viewers.

Until a comment appeared—and Yu Xueqing and all viewers exploded.

【Host, you’re wrapped up like a zongzi—peeling corn is easier than unwrapping you! Terrible review!】

‘Ah!’

Yu Xueqing’s eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe what she saw; she instinctively rubbed her eyes.

Classmates immediately flooded the chat with question marks.

Shit. Such lewd wording. Yu Xueqing snapped back and sucked in a sharp breath.

Yu Xueqing slowly typed a question mark.

(End of Chapter)