"I stole Shen Yue's seat and slapped Nie Li in the face. Are they ganging up on me?" Chang Ping sneered disdainfully. "Those two rotten potatoes and rotten eggs think they can go against me? It's like Han Han visiting Guo Jingming—they're asking for death!"
However, this was just his speculation; he didn't know the specifics.
Regardless of the situation, Chang Ping began to be wary of the two.
After leaving the noodle stall, he "devoured" a few more food stalls, barely managing to fill his stomach. He then packed a serving of steamed buns and returned to his dormitory.
He ate incredibly fast, walking briskly, and the whole trip took less than fifteen minutes.
When he got back to his dormitory, Chang Ping noticed steam rising from the crack in the door, which puzzled him.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Chang Ping knocked on the door and asked, "What are you doing in there? Where's all this steam coming from?"
The door was bolted from the inside, and Chang Ping couldn't get in.
"You're back so fast! I'm taking a bath, it's not convenient for me to open the door right now, wait outside for a bit." Shen Xiu was comfortably soaking in the bath when she heard Chang Ping's voice and immediately tensed up.
"Taking a bath?" Chang Ping raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, "I want to take a bath too, let's go together!"
Chang Ping slapped the door open with a "bang," and the latch snapped.
He rushed into the room, slammed the door shut, took out a bronze dagger from his spatial ring, and used the hilt as a latch.
"Don't come any closer!" Shen Xiu hurriedly covered her chest; she knew this would happen.
"I'm coming anyway!" Chang Ping chuckled, put his underwear and vest on the bed, and stepped into the bathtub like a hurdle.
Splash! Splash! Splash splash splash!
...
Only after the hot water cooled completely did Chang Ping finally step out of the bathtub, satisfied.
His skin was already fair, but after washing, it became even fairer.
The effects of the Human Dao Divine Technique refreshed daily at dawn.
Chang Ping summoned his data panel and checked.
Sure enough, his soul power had doubled, reaching 52 points.
"If I perform the Human Dao technique again tomorrow, I'll be a Bronze One-Star Demon Spirit Master," Chang Ping said excitedly.
Shen Xiu had just carefully stepped out of the bathtub when Chang Ping suddenly rushed over and showered her almond-shaped face with kisses.
"No way? Again?" Shen Xiu's delicate body trembled, and she closed her phoenix eyes, collapsing into Chang Ping's arms.
However, she was overthinking it.
Chang Ping was only happy because of the increased soul power; he had already entered a state of sagehood and had no such thoughts.
He grabbed a towel from the bathtub and began to dry Shen Xiu's wet, red hair.
Shen Xiu glanced at the towel, suddenly pushed Chang Ping away, and roared, "This is for drying your feet, you bastard!"
"Can't I dry my head first, then my feet?" Chang Ping said dismissively.
"No way!" Shen Xiu snatched the wet towel from Chang Ping's hand and angrily threw it into the bathtub, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Chang Ping scratched his head, standing there helplessly.
It was rare for him to show concern for Shen Xiu, and he hadn't expected this outcome.
To make up for it, Chang Ping gave her a new tub of hot water and even exchanged a bottle of shampoo for her at the store.
The shampoo was very cheap, costing only 10 points of strength, and he could recoup his investment in half a minute.
"What is this?" Shen Xiu asked, soaking in the water, looking at the strange little bottle Chang Ping handed her with suspicion.
"It's specially for washing hair. It will clean and soften your hair. Smell it; it even smells like roses." Chang Ping squeezed a dollop into his palm and held it out for Shen Xiu to smell.
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Shen Xiu's nostrils twitched slightly as she sniffed the "bird droppings" in Chang Ping's palm with a hint of disbelief.
"Hmm? It actually smells quite nice!"
Shen Xiu's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked Chang Ping to help her rub the stuff on her hair.
Chang Ping smiled and agreed.
"Hey! Be gentle! This is my head, not a pumpkin," Shen Xiu complained.
Chang Ping had never served anyone before, and this was his first time, so he was inevitably a bit rough.
"You even brought it on!" Chang Ping snapped, slamming the lid shut and tossing the shampoo into the tub. "If you don't like how I washed you, then wash yourself!"
He took out the new clothes he had just bought at the tailor shop on the street from his spatial ring and clumsily put them on.
It was a pure white cotton robe, but Chang Ping thought the sleeves were too big and cumbersome, so he tore them off. It
wasn't quite a robe, nor quite a vest; it was rather incongruous.
"Wash my clothes after you shower; I need to wear them at noon," Chang Ping said, pointing to the old clothes he had placed on the bed.
Hearing this, Shen Xiu, who was washing her hair, glared fiercely at Chang Ping.
She wasn't his servant; why should
she wash his clothes? It was already a favor that she didn't have to do his laundry.
She was the eldest daughter of the Sheng Sheng family; how could she do such rough work?!
"I won't wash!" Shen Xiu, emboldened, refused directly.
Chang Ping wasn't going to tolerate her. He glared at her with red eyes, hands on his
hips, looking down at her and asking, "You get all worked up over a little kindness, huh? What did you just say? Say it again!" "I'll wash, I'll wash your clothes, okay? Don't glare at me, I'm scared~" Shen Xiu chickened out and jumped into the water.
It was like a scholar encountering a soldier—reason was useless.
This guy was an unreasonable tyrant!
Chang Ping snorted, pulled out a stool, and sat down, leaning his arm on the table.
He faced Shen Xiu and said, "I heard a rumor that someone's planning to speculate on Purple Orchid Grass. If we can stockpile some now, we can make a fortune when the price skyrockets in a few days."
"Is the rumor reliable?" Shen Xiu poked her head out of the water.
"Absolutely reliable!" Chang Ping patted his chest to assure her. "The problem is, we don't have enough funds right now. You're the eldest daughter of the Sacred Family, you should be able to get money, right?"
"No way!" Shen Xiu shook her head. "I only hold the title of 'young lady,' I have no real power."
If she and Shen Hong were siblings from the same parents, she could get money no matter the cost, thanks to that relationship. Unfortunately, she wasn't.
"Are we just going to watch this enormous wealth slip through our fingers?" Chang Ping was somewhat frustrated.
He suddenly thought of someone.
Ye Sheng!
The old man had treated him quite well; perhaps they could cooperate.
But how could he persuade him?
"I have an idea," Shen Xiu said, her eyes sparkling as she held up the shampoo. "I've tried it, and it works wonders. I'm sure those beauty-conscious ladies will love it."
"That's a good idea. How about 1,000 demon spirit coins per bottle?"
"Not good at all!" Shen Xiu scoffed at Chang Ping's pricing. "You get what you pay for. Such a good product should sell for at least 10,000 demon spirit coins a bottle." Chang
Ping was stunned. "You nobles really know how to do business. You're ruthless."
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