Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 273 Self-Programming
"Lixin" is a unique effect derived from my grandfather's notes.

There is a small chance that the items he creates will become special items due to the entanglement of "Nen".

In the half year since he achieved this effect, he has made many things by hand, including many magic props, wristband card dealers, craft brewing equipment, and parts for the JF-12, but he has never triggered it even once.

Perhaps it was a case of trying to plant flowers but they wouldn't bloom, so Zhai Da stopped worrying about it after that.

And today, things have turned out unexpectedly well.

It seems that only those who are genuinely interested in the items they are creating, and who feel excitement, curiosity, and anticipation, can trigger this effect.

That's reasonable.

Zhai Da carried the heavy [magic book], silently thinking about what he needed, and then pressed the side buckle again.

With a click, the book cover popped open. Whether it was due to static electricity or simply the movement of air, the invalid film held together by the loose-leaf clips stopped precisely on the sheet marked 'Yang'.

[Houses and tombs]

With the completion of the spellbook, many pieces of equipment that were rarely used found new opportunities, but that's not the main point.

Zhai Da tilted his head and looked at it for a while.
It's better than nothing, I guess. The wind-up animation has been shortened to about 8 seconds?
At least it gave me a free equipment slot.

It still smells very good.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Zhai Da spent two days working intensively to develop the "Souvenir Polaroid" camera to a very high level.

The "private workshops" set up before the holiday played a huge role, providing a private, safe, and fully functional space.

In the future, this private workshop will become even more complete, as will the magic book.

However, after two busy days, and with school starting tomorrow, the time that was supposed to be for rest and relaxation has been spent in the workshop.

It's time to focus.

Zhai Da was like an enthusiastic gamer who restrained his desire to "play another round" with great willpower.

take it easy.

No one can eat a fat person in one bite, except Nagasaki.

On the way home, driving through the streets of Harbin, Zhai Da glanced inside the craft brewery as he passed by. Peng Hao's silent figure carrying things seemed to hint at how many people's lives had been changed here.

The young man immediately put down the barrel of liquor he was holding, waved to the cars across the street, and greeted the boss.

Even the "Mist Bar" was bathed in warm yellow light, and the beautiful figure of the bartender Han Qi could be vaguely seen inside.

Wu Yue will arrive tomorrow, and he should come over for a drink as soon as possible, right?

Zhai Da suddenly felt that driving alone at night was quite interesting.

His return to Dongyang was like a familiar place coming back to him, and his return to Harbin seemed to evoke a similar feeling.

After all, wherever there are people's stories, that is where people's homeland is.

As Zhai Da drove past the east gate of Harbin Institute of Technology and saw many students getting off taxis and buses with large bags and small packages, he knew that his university life was about to begin again.

Of course, among the students getting off the bus, quite a few were also looking at Zhai Da's car. Few students at Harbin Institute of Technology didn't recognize it; seeing this car, they knew their days of being blatantly exposed and shown off were about to begin again.
This great author is even more successful this year than last. "How Long Will I Love U" has sold like hotcakes. The last novel to garner such widespread attention was "Wolf Totem," although it had a completely different audience.

After enjoying a brief glimpse of Harbin's nightscape, the car slowly returned to Shenzhou Zundi. Zhai Da went upstairs and pushed open the familiar door to room 1501.

A warm feeling wafted over, and it was far from time to stop the heating in Harbin, making it much more comfortable indoors than in Dongyang.

Xiao Mutou was nowhere to be seen; only the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Zhai Da followed the usual procedure, put down his things, changed his clothes, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat back down at the double desk.

Then it suddenly dawned on me.

Wait a minute. We're already back in Harbin.
Shouldn't I go in and shower with them?
For no apparent reason, the regret I felt yesterday over that screw suddenly came to mind.
While oscillating between "insufficient sense of ritual" and "a sense of ritual is enough," Xiao Mutou had already dried his hair and walked into the bedroom.

"Zhai Da~ is back?"

Zhai Da raised his coffee cup and smiled, "I just sat down a short while ago."

Well, it seems we missed a good opportunity, but there are countless good opportunities tonight and every night to come, aren't there?

Besides, it's not really suitable to feel astringent while showering, because of that astringency.

Lu Wei was wearing a thin top and shorts, her long, slender legs looking fair and delicate.

Zhai Da vaguely remembers that when Xiao Mutou first came to his house, he was so thin that his legs were bluish-white with veins showing.

His face always showed only calmness and blankness, and occasionally it would be stained with tears.

The most memorable moment was the night on Sanmao's rooftop, but unfortunately it was too cold in winter, and they didn't go up there even once during this winter vacation. When Lu Wei sat back down next to Zhai Da, her round, soft knees habitually tested the distance between them, only stopping when she felt a soft touch on the outside of Zhai Da's thigh. Zhai Da felt there was no need to rush.

For girls who are nurtured and developing, it's time for them to blossom, and they deserve a better sense of ceremony.

So I calmed myself down, opened my laptop, and started checking tomorrow's class schedule.

This semester, he and Lu Wei are still working at full capacity, each with more than a dozen courses. Even with some courses exempted from attendance, the pressure is still considerable.

However, the advantage of this is that it is extremely efficient, making one year's study equivalent to two years' study.

By the end of the semester, he and Lu Wei had completed all the "basic subjects" and some "professional subjects" that would normally take two years for students to finish. While others were in their second year, they were essentially in their third year.

While browsing the complicated timetable, Zhai Da didn't notice that Lu Wei was acting a little strangely beside him.

He glanced sideways at Zhai Da, who was focused on his work.

Her usually expressionless face showed a hint of unease.

After a moment of hesitation, he took out his Nokia 3310 and turned his body slightly to the side by 3 degrees.

I opened the drafts function for text messages on my phone.

I flipped through the pages until I reached number 79, which read:

"If you become Zhai Da's girlfriend, there's a certain probability that you'll be invited to do adult things."

"Correction: Based on the films and television shows I've watched, it's not just a probability, it's a very high probability."

"Correction 2: After discussing with Hailey, it's confirmed to be 100%. It will most likely happen immediately upon returning to Harbin. We need to be prepared and respond positively."

"Revision 3: The method for responding positively is unknown, but smiling won't hurt; Zhai Da likes to smile."

After confirming that he hadn't misremembered any of the information, Little Wooden Head became even more confused.
After a moment's hesitation, he continued patching his own wounds.

Number 80#: Zhai Da's performance wasn't as intense as Hailey described; perhaps he was tired, or perhaps he couldn't.
We can't listen to Hailey completely.

Just as I was about to finish editing this sentence, perhaps because my hands were too dry after the shower, the square, brick-shaped phone slipped from my hands and fell to the ground with a thud.

The commotion was quite loud; the people downstairs probably heard it. Zhai Da glanced at it and made a move to help Lu Wei pick it up.

Lu Wei quickly replied, "I'll do it."

Zhai Da had already touched the phone in his hand, and looked at it with a puzzled expression.

Little Wood felt an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time: tension.

My heart was racing, as if a giant hand had grabbed the tip of my heart. The feeling was so unfamiliar that my mind went completely blank.

Zhai Da glanced down at his phone, and Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat.

It's the back side.

Lu Wei:
Zhai Da tilted his head and said seriously, "You're acting a little strange."

Lu Wei's heart jumped again: "Where?"

Someone smiled slightly: "It's kind of cute."

Lu Wei:
Unbeknownst to her, as a poor little thing who was halfway recovered from her illness, she was experiencing increasingly complex emotions, but her face remained calm unless she deliberately made an expression.

So, in Zhai Da's view, Lu Wei wasn't nervous; instead, her face inexplicably flushed.

Zhai Da gently pinched Xiao Mutou's cheek: "You must be dizzy from taking a bath."

After that, I went back to doing my own thing.

Lu Wei took a careful, deep breath. Is this what nervousness is?
This is probably the first time in two years that I have clearly felt this emotion.

"Buzz."

Zhai Da's phone vibrated. He picked it up and glanced at it, somewhat puzzled.

He asked Lu Wei, "Why did you text me?"

Lu Wei looked down and saw #80 in the drafts folder on her Nokia 3310.

It's already in the "sent" status.

Zhai Da frowned slightly as he held his phone:

"Zhai Da's reaction wasn't as intense as Hailey described; perhaps he was tired, or perhaps he simply couldn't."

Holy crap!
(End of this chapter)