Chapter 128: Chapter 128: I’m Offline, Please Send Money If Needed.
Sitting in a high position for a long time makes it difficult to accept being rejected and ignored.
Although Tang Yunde considered himself to be kind and amiable, being rejected by Qian Qi repeatedly stirred some dissatisfaction in his heart.
When a student hears the title of a chairman, shouldn’t they be eager to meet him?
Why is this kid so dismissive?
Qian Qi felt wronged; she definitely had no intention of being dismissive.
After all, she was seriously typing her replies to Tang Yunde.
Moreover, she finally understood the system.
"Oh, answering questions for money feels great! Hahaha—" Qian Qi laughed mischievously.
System: ...
[Shameless, are you learning from me?]
Qian Qi cleared her throat and closed the chat with Tang Yunde, starting to reply to other messages.
[AAA selling light brain Xiao Wang]: Big shot! Are you okay! Contact me once you wake up! I’ll come see you!
[I am your uncle]: Woke up, quickly bring some condolences to me.
[Old Zhang, don’t die]: Qian Qi! We heard you were in a coma, everyone is worried but the hospital won’t let us in!
[I am your uncle]: Now they allow visitors, quickly bring condolences to me, the more the merrier.
[Midlife fearing baldness]: Qian Qi, is your health okay?
[I am your uncle]: Not great, but send me some money and I’ll feel better immediately.
After replying to these few people, Qian Qi skipped Mo Yinqiu and Li Hongsheng’s messages and continued down.
[Old Li loves sneaking beast]: Little Qian, how’s your health? Contact me when you wake up, I’ll buy oranges to visit you.
[Old Sun loves watching the door]: Little Qian, heard you took out a dozen D-level magical beasts? Amazing! Contact me when you wake up, I’ll come see you!
[I am your uncle]: Come on uncle, bring more oranges! Make sure they’re sour!
[Wang]: Awake? I’m at a nearby hotel, at your service.
[I am your uncle]: Good buddy, wait for my poke at 8 am, remember to buy a few durians and boxes of stinky tofu, much appreciated.
[Sheng Qinghong]: Qian Qi! Are you fine! Don’t you dare die on me!
[I am your uncle]: I’ve already "died," please send money if needed.
Right after Qian Qi finished replying, two people responded to her messages.
[Wang]: Okay.
[Midlife fearing baldness]: Sure, I’ll bring cash to you tomorrow, okay?
Qian Qi raised an eyebrow slightly; what’s going on with the principal, suddenly being so generous?
Unusual circumstances indicate something strange.
[I am your uncle]: Thanks for your kindness, just send the money, don’t bother coming.
[Midlife fearing baldness]: ...
The principal turned to smile slightly at Tang Yunde: "You can go directly to see her tomorrow, she seems to have recovered well and should be able to meet people."
"Alright." Tang Yunde nodded and stroked his beard, suddenly asking, "Then why did I just send her money?"
Principal: ...
The principal coughed lightly, "It’s like giving a heads-up ahead, otherwise going directly tomorrow would be way too abrupt."
Tang Yunde thought it made sense, "Alright then, Little Zheng, I will take my leave, would you like to come along?"
Tang Yunde figured, as a student of Principal Zheng’s school, Qian Qi should be visited since she bravely faced beasts and got injured.
"Haha, I think I’ll pass." The principal’s mouth twitched slightly, politely declining.
He dared not go; he feared getting trapped there.
Considering a bunch of journalists were lurking there, with Qian Qi’s style, she’d surely coax him into coughing up a huge heroism award.
No way, no way, he’s determined not to go!
"Oh right, Chairman Tang, here’s a reminder..." the principal kindly advised, "Use money more, less moral coercion and forcing."
Else you’ll suffer.
Tang Yunde nodded, possibly not taken to heart, as he walked out.
——
Qian Qi had been in a coma for too long, and didn’t feel sleepy at night.
The ward’s lights went out at night; she used the moonlight by the window to read magazines she randomly selected from the shelf beside her.
She sat there all night.
Until, the first ray of morning light fell on her eyes through the window, she regained focus slightly.
She didn’t know when she zoned out or how long it lasted.
"What time is it..." Qian Qi opened the light brain and found it was already 4:15.
She got up for a wash, seeing herself in the mirror with dark circles and chapped lips, nodded in satisfaction, then lay back on the bed.
At this, she slept until eight o’clock.
Xiang Wen Yun and Xiao Min had arrived, seeing her awake, they hurriedly went to get her hot porridge, but were stopped by Qian Qi, "No need, I’m not hungry."
Xiang Wen Yun assumed she had no appetite and didn’t push further, "Your lips are cracked, let me get some chicken soup for you to drink?"
"No, no, this is what I managed to get," Qian Qi quickly waved it away, calling Xiao Min over to pull out a bag of powdered medicine from her backpack.
"Head nurse, I plan to meet the journalists, can you invite them in later?"
Xiang Wen Yun nodded, knowing Qian Qi had her own ideas, she left without interfering.
Qian Qi stuffed the powder into her patient gown and sent several messages from her light brain.
Soon, reporters poured into the ward like a torrent, large and small flashlights and cameras all directed at Qian Qi on the bed.
"Qian Qi, what are your thoughts on killing a dozen D-level magical beasts?"
"We heard you were an ordinary person at school, why did you suddenly become an awakener? Were you hiding your identity, or did some stimulus trigger your awakening?"
"What’s your awakened skill? Is it S-class? Can you show it to us?"
"Qian Qi, many people criticize you online for not acting initially, thinking you could have instantly taken down all the beasts at the start but delayed and caused more deaths, what’s your perspective on this issue?"
Qian Qi looked at the microphones surrounding her head, coughed feebly twice, then spoke in a weak, hoarse voice, "Did none of you bring any fruit or milk or condolences when coming to see me?"
Reporters: ...
Reporters: ???
"Sigh..." Qian Qi pulled the quilt over her head and sighed heavily again, "Sigh!"
"Sigh... Sigh, sigh! Sigh—"
"Sigh..."
This ceaseless sighing left the reporters around the bed completely bewildered. After a while, seeing Qian Qi still buried under the quilt and sighing continuously, one reporter tentatively scratched his head and suggested, "How about... we go buy some condolences?"
The room instantly fell silent, three seconds later, a reporter lifted his camera and sprinted downstairs.
Other reporters, reacting quickly, cursed loudly, "Wow, what a sneaky guy!"
After cursing, they rushed downstairs carrying their cameras, heading to buy condolences near the hospital.
Xiang Wen Yun and Xiao Min peeked their heads through the door, curiously asking, "Why did the reporters leave so quickly?"
"They went to buy condolences," Qian Qi poked her head from under the quilt, "Today’s gifts might be a lot, if you’re free tomorrow, you can set up a stall."
Xiao Min couldn’t help but cover her head, "Sister Qian Qi, your habit of exploiting is hard to change."