ushernet Chapter 73: Night Raid
Chapter 73: Night Raid
Chapter 73: Night Raid
The movie concluded without any major waves.
Apart from that one scene with the thief, when Xu Qing took the opportunity to instill some modern social core values into her, he didn't say much more. He only explained when Jiang He asked questions.
Take it slow, no rush.
Xu Qing reassured himself, handed the computer over to her, started DNF with a gentle pat, and went off to the side to write a movie review on his phone.
It was an old movie. Writing about it didn’t really matter since no one would read it, and he didn’t plan to post it. But since he’d decided to do it, he went ahead and did it seriously — a good exercise, at the very least.
This was a good habit: whether intentional or not, you have to plant the seeds to see them sprout. If you never buy a lottery ticket, you'll never win two yuan.
In the brightly lit living room, the only sound was the occasional tragic scream of a goblin. Xu Qing sat on the couch typing on his phone, occasionally glancing at Jiang He, who was focused on operating her Ghost Swordsman, starting another round of her gaming journey.
A Tang Dynasty girl playing games here — it was surprisingly harmonious.
Outside, the night was deep. Sparse starlight scattered across the sky, giving the scene a peaceful and tranquil feeling.
"Play a little longer, then it's time for bed," Xu Qing reminded her as he stretched after writing a 2,000-word review. He got up to find his pajamas and prepare for a shower.
It had been a tiring day. Just waiting for Jiang He to work things out in the afternoon had his mind running simulations and preparing for all sorts of outcomes.
The long speech he gave her had drained his brain cells, too.@@@@
But at least she was steady now.
Jiang He listened as he entered his room, then heard him walk into the bathroom and close the door. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief, her straight posture relaxing slightly.
She appeared calm, but inside, she was panicking.
She kept worrying that Xu Qing would say something about liking her again...
She had no idea how to respond to that. The conversation from the afternoon still had her head in a mess.
"By the way,"
Xu Qing suddenly poked his head out of the bathroom. Jiang He immediately straightened up and stared at the computer intently.
"You should practice more with simplified characters. You can understand the sentences, but it's still not very convenient. I bought a set of pinyin learning books. They should arrive in a few days, and you should study them. Once you learn, you can type with the keyboard."
"I understand."
"You should say, 'Alright, I understand. Thank you, young hero.'" Xu Qing joked to himself, unfazed by her lack of enthusiasm.
Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly a lack of enthusiasm. She just wasn't good at socializing.
Training made a difference. Each morning, Xu Qing felt incredibly refreshed — though it might also have something to do with Jiang He practicing her sword across from him.
But he preferred to credit the stance training, believing it to be a top-tier technique for health and longevity.
"Can you exhale white mist? I heard that if you train deeply enough, you can exhale some kind of white... stuff..."
Xu Qing always suspected Jiang He’s martial arts weren’t as simple as they seemed. This petite figure could snap a tree...
She must be hiding her true strength.
"White mist?" Jiang He glanced out the window. "I can, outside."
"Outside... I can too."
It was winter — who couldn’t?
"I meant internal energy, like Tang Zichen’s. Solid, concentrated breath."
"Who’s Tang Zichen?"
"Wang Chao’s master. You wouldn’t know."
Xu Qing waved his hand, finished his practice, and let out a breath. "A character in a novel. I'll show you someday. For now, there’s too much to learn about the modern world."
"..."
"Are you thinking: ‘If I don’t know, why bring it up?’" Xu Qing teased.
Jiang He raised an eyebrow, surprised. What was with this guy? He knew what she was thinking, but still said it out loud — and then asked her if she was thinking it...
"If you want to say something, just say it. That’s called 'tucao'. Learning to tucao makes you seem less serious."
"Tucao?" Jiang He learned a new term.
"Yeah, it’s a way of life. Like when I post videos as an UP creator, I often tucao about how unrealistic period dramas are. Just tucao when it’s needed, and be serious when it’s needed. It makes things better."
Xu Qing wasn’t a psychology expert, but he had his own way of handling things. People who could tucao were more relaxed than those who were always serious.
Expressing thoughts was a way of communicating and building relationships.
"Live a relaxed life... Did you not sleep well? You look a little tired." He noticed the fatigue on Jiang He’s face.
"I went to bed a little late," Jiang He replied nonchalantly.
In reality, she hadn’t slept at all.