The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 373 Leisure Life
Zhao Xiaochui couldn't imagine what it would be like to become a 'national representative', or whether public opinion would drag him into the eye of the storm.

Now it seems that with his newfound talent, his idea of ​​simply being a quiet masseur is indeed quite difficult to realize.

It's quiet at night.

Zhao Xiaochui stepped onto the Triumph Rocket 3, the roar of its massive engine dispelling the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

The motorcycle roared as it sped toward the nearby United University School of Biology.

Guo Ruixue was already waiting there under the streetlights at the school gate.

She wore a simple white knit sweater and jeans, but her youthful energy was undeniable. Her flat figure, after being styled by Zhao Xiaochui, presented an extremely natural and smooth curve, attracting the attention of students returning from their nightlife.

Amid the disappointment of the group of boys, she skillfully hopped onto the back seat and naturally put her arm around Zhao Xiaochui's waist: "Let's go to the Mist Theater. There's a script they say is pretty good tonight."

Zhao Xiaochui looked completely bewildered: "What script? What theater?"

Guo Ruixue chuckled at her lack of knowledge.

"It's a murder mystery game. You should head to Sanlitun first."

"Alright~" Zhao Xiaochui launched Rocket 3, "Put on your helmets, let's go."

On the road to Sanlitun, neon lights flashed and luxury cars lined the streets. Zhao Xiaochui's muscular modern cruiser stood out conspicuously amidst the Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Bentleys.

Four or five hundred thousand yuan isn't much to these luxury car drivers, but for some reason, when they encountered this car, they all couldn't help but glance at this beast and the Beijing A license plate on its rear.

At the Changhong Bridge intersection, two flashy supercars were parked side by side with their windows rolled down. Two men and two women were chatting and laughing, seemingly oblivious to the stares coming from their surroundings.

Zhao Xiaochui's Rocket 3 rumbled to their side. Its enormous size and unique mechanical beauty drew curious glances from the four people in the supercar, but upon seeing the girl in the back seat wearing an ordinary helmet and Zhao Xiaochui dressed simply, they began chatting and laughing again.

As soon as the green light came on, the two supercars roared to life and sped off.

Zhao Xiaochui remained calm and unhurried. Seeing the slow-moving traffic heading towards Sanlitun, he grinned, turned the handlebars, and skillfully used the non-motorized vehicle lane on the right. His massive motorcycle easily overtook the two supercars that were still crawling along like a fish.

The moment he passed the McLaren, Zhao Xiaochui turned his head to the side, grinned at the young female driver in the car, and then gently twisted the accelerator with his right hand, following a yellow-vested man weaving through the flow of electric scooters.

Until he arrived at the busiest intersection of Sanlitun, the traffic police maintaining order signaled him to pull over.

"Officer, I'm from Beijing (京A)!"

Young Zhao Xiaochui seemed to be showing off. Before his rebirth, he watched short videos and was particularly envious of the scenes where traffic police let Beijing A motorcycles pass.

However, Zhao Xiaochui forgot about this: although a Beijing A license plate is impressive, it is indeed illegal to carry passengers on certain roads.

He obediently parked his car on the side of the road, and just as he turned off the engine and removed the key, a piercing engine roar came from afar. A McLaren slowly drove by, its window rolled down, and two young and beautiful girls laughed loudly at him.

Amid the laughter, Zhao Xiaochui dejectedly pulled out his documents, but to his surprise, the traffic policewoman only glanced at the supplementary page of the driver's license before handing it back to him and waving him off.

"Your vehicle is quite rare; I need to confirm its passenger capacity."

The female traffic officer waved to him, indicating that he could leave. Amidst the two pairs of eyes in the McLaren that went from mockery to astonishment, and under the curious gaze of the female traffic officer and all the passersby, Zhao Xiaochui chuckled, bent down, and grabbed the frame of the Rocket 3 with both hands.

The next second, amidst everyone's gasps of astonishment, he bulged his arm muscles and forcefully lifted the 300-kilogram steel beast off the ground!

"I... fuck..." The girl in the McLaren's jaw nearly dropped. "What the hell is this?"

Zhao Xiaochui carried the bike over the round stone barriers and, with a muffled thud, placed it steadily in an empty spot next to the entrance of Taikoo Li, where there was a row of electric scooters.

The surrounding passersby were in an uproar, and their phone cameras were all pointed at this exaggerated scene.

Guo Ruixue had already taken off her helmet. She walked over to Zhao Xiaochui, naturally taking his arm, her chin slightly raised, like a proud peacock, waving to the two girls in the supercar.
"What are you still looking at? We're going in first, you two don't want to be late!"

After finishing work, Zhao Xiaochui increasingly enjoys hanging out with people his own age because it's a place where he can truly relax and do things that are in line with the carefree attitudes of young people.

Although he couldn't come into contact with Guo Ruixue and her group before his rebirth, he didn't have any particular thoughts about them, because they couldn't come into contact with him either... Ha~
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The "Mist Theater" is located in the northern part of Taikoo Li. Its facade is unassuming, but the interior is surprisingly spacious. Guo Ruixue led Zhao Xiaochui into the private room with practiced ease. The two girls in the McLaren and the two young men in the Ferrari had already arrived.

"Ruixue! You've finally arrived."

"Your Rocket 3 is so cool!"

Guo Ruixue responded with a smile, then turned to the side and pointed to Zhao Xiaochui behind her, speaking casually as if introducing a driver: "This is Zhao Xiaochui, my friend. I just bought him some clothes."

At first, the two men and two women merely nodded politely to Zhao Xiaochui, their attention quickly returning to Guo Ruixue. But one of the girls stared at Zhao Xiaochui's face for a few seconds, her eyes suddenly lighting up with disbelief. She nudged her friend beside her with her elbow:

"Wait...look at him! Isn't he...that...that guy online! The owner of that massage parlor! The one who's all relaxed and easygoing?!"

The moment those words were spoken, the private room fell silent for a second. All eyes immediately turned to Zhao Xiaochui.

"My God! It really is you!" Another girl recognized her and exclaimed excitedly, "I've seen so many of your videos before! That viral video of the exorbitantly priced massage! And the scandal about your shop going head-to-head with Ugly Donkey!"

They instantly abandoned their reserve and surrounded Zhao Xiaochui, bombarding him with questions like a machine gun:

"How do we make a reservation at your store now? Our whole family is trying, but we still can't get a reservation."

Why isn't the bidding portal open to new members today?

"A massage really... costs over ten thousand?!"

"How effective is it? Is it really that effective? My mom has had migraines for years, and I really want to take her to try it!"

"Little Hammer, how did you learn such skills? Is it an intangible cultural heritage? Who is the inheritor?"

The two young men, after their initial nonchalance, looked at him in astonishment, their attitudes completely changing.

"Ahem, Mr. Zhao... I've heard so much about you. Um... if I may ask, how is the technique of your technician named Guoguo? A friend of mine asked me to inquire about her."

Another person immediately chimed in, lowering their voice: "Yes, yes, and Liu Li and Ms. Ono, are they still on duty lately? Is it convenient... to schedule a time?"

(End of this chapter)