Chapter 2320 - 1927: Game Boss

Chapter 2320: Chapter 1927: Game Boss

But to Song Tan’s surprise, Wu Lan flatly refused the idea of traveling to the Imperial City together.

"In this blazing heat, Auntie Lu and I have only dared to plan trips to places with mountains and waters. Who wants to tour under the scorching sun?"

Instead, she even advised Song Tan, "Didn’t you say before that you wanted to let Qiaoqiao be independent? We should let go, right? With Xiaoyang arranging everything, from the school to the assistant job, you can’t keep treating him like a little kid."

Song Tan felt innocent:

"Can’t Xiaolun and I spend some time alone? Who falls in love while always staying near their parents?"

Wu Lan: ...

"Go, go!" she said irritably, "Go have your time alone, don’t bother Qiaoqiao when there’s nothing urgent."

She added, "You don’t have to worry about the field. It’s raining now, there’s nothing to do. Take this chance to have a good time."

She also looked her over:

"Wearing a short-sleeve shirt and sports pants every day, do you look like a girl? If it weren’t for Xiaolun buying these for you, you’d still be wearing old clothes from the closet randomly!"

Luckily her daughter was pretty; even a burlap sack would suit her, otherwise, it would be quite an eyesore.

Wu Lan even gave Lun Chuan a task, "Xiaolun, when you go to the Imperial City, buy a few dresses for Tantan. She’s been wandering all over the mountains and doesn’t even know what it’s like to be a young lady anymore."

The local middle-aged aunts are willing to buy a pair of small heels and a chiffon dress when they have nothing to do.

No matter how it looks, the energy and spirit come from dressing up!

Young girls don’t groom their faces or clothes daily. Over time, even their lives become muddled. How can that vibe match with someone as refined as Xiaolun?

Without children as a bond, the relationship must be more solid, requiring mutual understanding and tolerance.

You can’t always expect one side to accommodate!

These simple words contained intricate thoughts.

Lun Chuan seemed to sense something, but Song Tan didn’t notice at all:

"Is it my fault? I’m climbing mountains and digging in the dirt every day. Mom, if you set up a castle for me to stay in, I would wear a princess dress every day. I’d squeeze my waist so small..."

She gathered her hands together, even smaller than a racket, making everyone in the yard laugh.

Even Teacher Tang reminisced, "You know, when I was seventeen or eighteen, my waist really was that small!"

But that was purely because there was nothing to eat.

Even with decent family conditions, buying meat was rationed, requiring an early queue and connections to get the news!

Back then, any girl from a family eating well and plump was very lucky and it was known that their family was well-off.

Despite this, when she saw Professor Song for a matchmaking, she wasn’t interested in this dark-skinned, skinny university student. He wasn’t that interested in her either, thinking she was impractical and wouldn’t know how to work; even picking peanuts seemed like too much effort...

And amid this lively anticipation, the first to leave was Daoist Qingyun.

Daoist Master had an excellent reputation in the village, leaving home every day with a dignified and diaphanous air—having to exercise; otherwise, not even the robe could hide his growing belly.

All in all, he was well-taken care of—rosy cheeks, full face, and young at heart with a head of white hair.

After he left, the villagers continued to murmur, saying they should have called relatives to stroll around in front of the master, hoping to find someone fated enough for a reading.

You know, that disabled Security Team captain, Chen Yuan, got matched with a girl from the city with proper credentials, all thanks to the master’s effort!

Meticulously attentive, carefully arranged, all to find a wife for Chen Yuan: ...

It’s as if he didn’t do anything himself!

In total, Daoist Master’s ability was fully acknowledged.

Before leaving, he wanted to send more jars of fermented tofu to the Imperial City. Aunt Zhang Hong hurriedly cut in line to ensure an extra batch was made overnight.

Daoist Wuwei shot a resentful glance at Song Tan nearby, wishing her villa would materialize the next day.

On another note, the one about to leave was Xiaoyang.

He and Qiaoqiao had done all the homework, familiar with new university students’ check-in procedures, and listed a dorm essentials checklist clearly, even remotely instructing Mr. Yang’s assistant on the arrangements for the house in the Imperial City.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao was dressed in a raincoat and pants, tidying up the field and managed to harvest all the early-maturing green beans.

With the continuous rain leaving no chance to sun-dry them, he managed to dry and air them, collecting about 20 to 30 pounds!

He left only enough for two potfuls at home, intended to take the rest packed up.

In this humid, muggy weather, drinking a pot of cool green bean soup is so refreshing that Song Sancheng was unwilling to let it go and asked him:

"Xiaoyang can’t keep coming home to eat during military training, right? Isn’t it said he needs to stay on campus? Why bring so many green beans? When it gets cold the taste won’t be the same."

Qiaoqiao puffed out his chest, "Dad, you haven’t lived on campus, you don’t know how tough military training is! Xiaoyang is working so hard; he’s not bulky, so he might not grab food at the cafeteria. Of course, I need to deliver food for him."

Song Sancheng opened his mouth.

His son was quite considerate.

But why did that sound off?

However, Xiaoyang was all smiles:

"Yes, yes, military training is exhausting. Qiaoqiao said he would bring me meals, so I can bond with my classmates, get to know each other, and when training ends, I can start recruiting for my gaming group."

Everyone’s a top student; starting without networking skills, when will the startup team be established?

Can’t keep letting Qiaoqiao sit around at home, right?

Good brothers should always help each other grow!

Only Song Tan looked at Xiaoyang:

He wasn’t big, yet loved to enact feel-good stories.

Just Qiaoqiao delivering green bean soup to the training ground, everyone in the freshman class would know Xiaoyang’s name, right?

Forget a gaming group, he could start a new sect.

But looking at Qiaoqiao, he clearly took this important task seriously—sure thing, as long as the two are happy.

And amid this anticipation and reluctance, with Brother Xiaozhang sending box after box of parcels to the Imperial City, Qiaoqiao finally packed his luggage, bought his ticket, and set off with Xiaoyang for a new adventure.

However, Wu Lan felt something was amiss.

As Lun Chuan drove the two to the station, she finally reacted:

"Weren’t you going to the Imperial City? Why not drive them there together?"

Song Tan explained, "Since we want him to be independent, we can’t create too much psychological reliance, right? We never intended to let Qiaoqiao know so early."

Moreover, the high-speed train takes three hours, driving would take ten. At a youthful, energetic age, who wants to linger in the car for so long?

Even Xiaoyang didn’t want to.

He just looked at the spacious trunk, made a few selections, and finally filled it up with boxes of various sauces for them to take.

Imperial City! His gaming empire’s tycoon Xiaoyang is coming!