402: Chapter 402 May 31st, Sunny

Jiang You's sneakers skidded against the asphalt, emitting a pungent smell of burning rubber; Jiang You was running with the intensity of a sprinter gunning for a gold medal.

But he never expected that the two women behind him seemed to have turbocharged engines installed on the soles of their feet.

Qin Zhuo pressed on in her small leather shoes, while Li Weiwei, with a face covered in nosebleed, refused to let go. The two of them hadn't even caught their breath, sticking to his heels like glue!

"Are the physical fitness requirements for entry-level scam groups this high nowadays?"

Jiang You felt as if his lungs were about to explode. With a skillful drift around a corner, he dove headfirst into the magnificent revolving doors of the Qianlong Hotel.

"Bang!"

He braced his hands against the cold marble pillar in the hotel lobby, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently.

"This should be safe, right? This is a seven-star hotel with strict security!" Jiang You swallowed, finally feeling a bit more at ease.

However, he hadn't even caught his breath yet.

"Ding—"

The revolving door turned, and Qin Zhuo and Li Weiwei stepped into the lobby one after the other, completely unscathed!

Jiang You was stunned.

He widened his dead-fish eyes, watching the two menacing young women approaching, and cold sweat instantly poured down his forehead.

"Outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"

Jiang You gritted his teeth, the sound clicking audibly. "In broad daylight, they actually dare to chase me right into my hotel? Do these honey-trap scammers have no fear of the law?"

Just as Jiang You was about to call for security, the depths of his Brain suddenly twitched without warning.

"Hum—"

A fragmented and bizarre image flashed across his nerves like lightning.

In the image, there seemed to be a stunningly beautiful woman in ancient attire, her eyes red and holding up her skirt, chasing him relentlessly down a long street paved with bluestone slabs.

"Hiss..."

Jiang You gasped, shaking his head vigorously to forcefully shake off the sudden feeling of trance.

"It must be a hallucination from cerebral hypoxia caused by low blood sugar. Did I just recall a TV show I watched before?"

Jiang You shook off those chaotic thoughts and looked at the two people closing in on him, regretting his actions deeply.

"If I had known today's fortune was bad, I should have brought that kid Gou Fugui along!"

"If Fugui were here, these two naive female scammers would be tricked by that profiteer into paying me twenty thousand yuan in emotional damages! Even their getaway bicycles would be listed on a second-hand website by Fugui!"

Unfortunately, the main group from Magic City Martial Arts University had all gone out to have fun, and now, in the hotel lobby, he was left to fight alone.

"Classmate Jiang You!"

Qin Zhuo took the initiative, stepping forward a few paces and blocking Li Weiwei two meters away.

She struck a pose of righteous indignation, vowing to defend her classmate's property safety, her phoenix eyes sweeping coldly over Li Weiwei. "This woman is persistent; she actually dared to chase him in here!"

"Don't be afraid. With me here, she won't be able to extort a single cent from you today!"

How could Li Weiwei give in?

The "stubborn little white flower" persona taught to her by Heart Six had been thoroughly welded onto her face.

She wiped the nosebleed and dust off her face with the back of her hand, her eye rims turning red. Tears fell like broken beads as she stared fixedly at Jiang You, her voice choking:

"I told you!"

"I don't want money!"

"I chased you all this way, not even caring to treat the injury on my face. Do you think I did this just to extort a few bucks in medical expenses from you?"

"Jiang You, I just want you to see my sincerity. I want to prove to you that I am really not a scammer!"

The two women flanked him, one playing the good cop, the other the bad cop.

The surrounding guests checking in, the lobby manager, and even the security guard standing at the door all stopped what they were doing, watching this Shura field, which could be called the drama of the year, in stunned silence.

"Male college students these days, they sure know how to play..." The security guard said, holding his walkie-talkie and gasping.

Caught in the middle, listening to the chattering arguments on both sides, Jiang You felt his head buzzing.

His CPU was completely overloaded.

Jiang You clutched his forehead, pretending to be in extreme pain, and began to employ the ultimate escape technique of a salted fish:

"You two... I have a headache, my low blood sugar is acting up."

"I have no money, and I have no looks. Please, have some mercy and find another target. I need to go back to my room to take my medicine..."

Having said that, Jiang You turned and prepared to dash toward the elevator.

Seeing that her only target for conquest was about to slip away, Li Weiwei grew desperate.

"Jiang You!"

Li Weiwei lunged forward, grabbing Jiang You's wrist tightly.

She lifted that face stained with blood but still pitiful, her eyes filled with deep resentment and pleading, and shouted in a voice bordering on begging:

"Jiang You! Please, don't go!"

These nine words, the action of pulling his wrist, and the tone of resentment that seeped into his bones.

It was like an ancient key that had been sealed for ten thousand years, fitting perfectly into a forbidden keyhole.

"Click."

In Jiang You's ear, he clearly heard the crisp sound of something shattering.

Immediately after, the world before his eyes twisted dramatically in that instant!

The magnificent five-star hotel lobby, the flickering crystal chandelier, the smooth marble floor—they were like a watercolor painting thrown into a washing machine, spinning and fading crazily.

Replacing them were carved beams and painted rafters, glazed tiles, towering red lacquer pillars, and a magnificent, antique, and massive palace!

Jiang You lowered his head stiffly.

In his line of sight, the person gripping his wrist tightly was not Li Weiwei in her school uniform with road dust on her face.

Instead, it was a strange woman dressed in snow-white robes, with a face so beautiful it was breathtaking!

That woman's eyes were filled with desperate tears, and she was also pulling his sleeve tightly, letting out a shrill cry that pierced through time and space:

"Please, don't go!"

"Ah—!"

Two completely different sets of memories from time and space, like two high-speed trains colliding, crashed into each other in Jiang You's mind!

The intense pain tore at his nerves. Jiang You let out a short, muffled groan, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Thump!"

In the shocked gaze of Qin Zhuo and Li Weiwei, the number one person of the younger generation in Daxia, the high and mighty peerless Great Demon King Jiang You.

Just like that, fell straight onto the thick carpet of the lobby, completely losing consciousness.

"Jiang You!!" Qin Zhuo's face turned pale; she pushed Li Weiwei aside and rushed over.

The entire hotel lobby instantly fell into chaos.

And in the mind of the unconscious Jiang You, some memories from a long, long time ago—so long that he couldn't even remember them—flashed by.

...

...

Drip.

Drip.

In the dark and enclosed space, it was unclear whether it was the sound of water dripping or the countdown of a clock.

"Rustle—"

A faint sound of paper turning echoed eerily in this dead-silent space.

A yellowed black diary with a slightly cracked cover was slowly opened by a slender, pale hand.

On the pages, there was black fountain pen writing with flourishes.

A cold yet gentle voice, as if crossing the long river of time, slowly read the contents of the diary aloud in the air.

【May 31, Weather: Sunny】

"This is the eighteenth year since I arrived in this world."

"That's right, I, Jiang You, just turned eighteen today."

"I really don't get it. When other people transmigrate, they go to some fantasy world with gods and Buddhas everywhere, flying on swords—how cool is that! But I'm just unlucky; I transmigrated into a parallel world exactly the same as the original Blue Star, where even the College Entrance Examination subjects haven't changed!"

"No magic, no battle qi, and they didn't even give me a system. Aside from being handsome, I'm basically useless. All those cultivation novels I read before were a complete waste of time!"

"Whatever, since I'm here, I'll make the best of it."

"I'm writing a diary today. A person lives a lifetime, so surely I should leave some trace in this world? So I decided to buy a notebook and write down the ordinary but sparkling stories of yours truly, this handsome guy, so I can read it as a memoir when I'm old."