Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Three mobile phones, three watches, and three tablets, totaling 40,600. The female sales clerk offered another discount, rounding it down to 40,000.

This time, Qin Lang didn't say anything. He simply opened the payment code, and with a "ding," 40,000 yuan was transferred.

"40,000 yuan received via WeChat."

The voice message announcing the arrival of payment echoed throughout the Apple mobile phone area, drawing surprised glances from many customers.

Everyone wanted to see who this person was, so they immediately offered 40,000 yuan.

Liu Siyu stared, her mouth agape, an expression of utter disbelief on her face. Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could he?

What she found most unacceptable wasn't that Qin Lang was actually rich, but rather, why was he so willing to spend money on Su Yue and the other two? Even if the three of them were to... well, you know... he didn't need to give them so much!

The bald man's face fell. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and in the end, he said nothing, gave a cold snort, and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he realized his girlfriend hadn't followed, turned around, and thought, "Damn, the way she's looking at that guy... something's off!"

His face was ashen. He stepped forward and grabbed Liu Siyu's arm. "Let's go!"

As Liu Siyu was led away, she glanced at Qin Lang again before getting on the elevator, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

Clutching her three-piece fruit machine set, Su Yue laughed heartily and ran to Qin Lang, exclaiming, "Brother Lang, you're so handsome!"

"No problem," Qin Lang said with a smile. "If you follow me from now on, I'll definitely treat you well."

Amidst envious and jealous gazes from many onlookers, the group left the Apple mobile phone area and went to the third floor.

"Let's go buy the equipment." Qin Lang turned and walked into the elevator, and Su Yue and the other two followed.

On the third floor, after careful selection at a professional equipment store, Qin Lang finally bought a Sony FX6 cinema camera, an F2.8 lens, a Rode wireless microphone system, two Aputure fill lights, and a bunch of other miscellaneous accessories.

I bought another Apple laptop with a high-end keyboard, wireless Bluetooth mouse, and two top-of-the-line mini speakers.

When the final bill came, it totaled 187,000 yuan.

The shop owner was all smiles, personally packing the items and even giving away two camera bags and a 64GB high-speed memory card.

After Qin Lang swiped his card, the group walked out of the electronics mall carrying their bags.

Qin Lang let out a long sigh of relief. "It feels fucking good to be rich!"

Su Yue and Ruan Zhihuan, mimicking Qin Lang, let out a long sigh of relief, "It feels so damn good to be rich!"

Xu Han glanced at the three people beside him, his eyes conveying the message that they were "sick".

Back home, Qin Lang busied himself assembling and testing the various devices. The three girls were also studying their own three-piece suits.

Qin Lang typed 10,000 words on his new computer in one go until midnight, and it felt great. Indeed, you get what you pay for; although it was expensive, it was definitely good.

……

As June arrived, the weather became unbearably hot. The scorching sun beat down on the glass curtain wall of the teaching building, reflecting a blinding white light.

The air conditioning in the classroom was set to 16 degrees Celsius, but a stifling heat still seeped in through the cracks in the windows. Qin Lang, holding his advanced mathematics textbook, found a seat in the back row and sat down.

Two minutes later, Huang Ziqiang suddenly darted over from behind and plopped down in the empty seat next to Qin Lang, his face showing an expression as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Brother Lang, have you heard? That yandere guy, Feng Chen, dropped out of school."

Qin Lang's expression remained unchanged as he looked up at Huang Ziqiang and asked, "Did you drop out of school? Why?"

"I heard..." Huang Ziqiang lowered his voice, looked around, and then said, "The counselor said in the class committee group that the class committee members should not spread it around. I heard that Feng Chen's family has processed his leave of absence because he is sick and needs long-term treatment."

Qin Lang's lips curled slightly upward, but he didn't reply. Of course, he knew that Feng Chen wasn't sick.

Feng Chen tried to frame him in the KTV room that day, but her plan backfired, and she ended up getting herself arrested.

That night, after Feng Chen was taken away, he was criminally detained on suspicion of instigating minors to engage in illegal transactions, making false accusations, and attempting murder with a knife. The evidence against him is conclusive. Whether he will be sentenced and for how long depends on the prosecutor's office and the court.

"Brother Lang, what illness do you think Feng Chen has?" Huang Ziqiang leaned in, looking gossipy. "He was perfectly fine before, didn't seem sick at all. Could it be one of those diseases?"

"What kind of illness?" Qin Lang asked, puzzled, unsure of what Huang Ziqiang was referring to.

Huang Ziqiang scratched his head and lowered his voice: "It's that kind of... hard-to-describe illness. I heard he often sneaks off to karaoke alone and even sees a music tutor."

"Alright, alright," Qin Lang waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "It's their private matter, don't pry."

As the two were talking, Su Yue walked in from the front door of the classroom. Today she was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a light blue denim mini skirt, her hair loose over her shoulders, exuding charm. When she entered the classroom, several boys' eyes were drawn to her.

Su Yue held four cups of milk tea in her hand. After distributing them to Xu Han and Ruan Zhihuan, she drank one cup herself. Then, she took the last cup and went to Qin Lang's side, placing the milk tea on the table in front of him.

This sparked another round of discussion among the students in the class.

"Qin Lang has been getting really close to that trio lately; Su Yue even bought him milk tea!"

"I often see them going out together after school, and I heard they all go to Qin Lang's house."

"Holy crap! Qin Lang didn't manage to take all three of them down, did he?... What a beast!"

"..."

Although the voices weren't loud, Xu Han and Ruan Zhihuan could hear them, but they were too lazy to explain. Let them say whatever they want.

"Brother Lang, let me treat you to milk tea. What are you guys talking about?" Su Yue sat down in the seat in front of Qin Lang, turned around, and took a sip of milk tea.

"Feng Chen dropped out of school because he got sick." Huang Ziqiang glanced at the milk tea in front of Qin Lang with envy and said quickly.

Su Yue's eyes darted around, glancing at Qin Lang. Qin Lang shook his head slightly, signaling her not to say anything more.

Su Yue immediately understood, and with a perfectly timed expression of surprise, asked, "Really? He was perfectly fine just a few days ago?"

"I don't know what the illness is, but I've heard it requires long-term treatment," Huang Ziqiang said.

"Oh, that's a pity." There was no hint of regret in Su Yue's tone; instead, her schadenfreude was quite obvious.

The third and fourth classes are professional courses, namely marketing.

The professor, surnamed Tang, was in his fifties with gray hair. He liked to use case studies in his lectures, and today he was talking about new media marketing. Halfway through his lecture, Professor Tang suddenly changed the subject, looked at the students, and asked, "Are there any students in our class who are good at making short videos? Could you share your experience with everyone?"