Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback! novel Chapter 895

Chapter 895: Chapter 895: Love Is Not Something You Can Buy or Sell at Will

Dai Jing also joined in with a gossiping look:

"Which young aristocrat are you interested in? You’re so serious, why not bring him along?"

Wen Jiaojiao waved her hand, "Not some young aristocrat."

"Then it’s a celebrity?"

"Not a celebrity either."

Dai Jing said, "Then he must have some extraordinary qualities from elsewhere?"

Wen Jiaojiao thought for a moment, "Indeed, he’s quite impressive."

"Then why not bring him along?"

Wen Jiaojiao sighed, "I want to, but he probably isn’t too available."

"What’s inconvenient about it? If you’re too shy to ask, I can help you invite him."

Wen Jiaojiao: "It’s really inconvenient, he might be helping someone transcend right now!"

Dai Jing: .....?

Changqing, who was lecturing, suddenly sneezed.

He looked outside the hall.

Even though it’s already summer, why is it still so cool at night?

Returning to his senses, he looked at the other Taoists below him.

These were newly initiated disciples of the temple.

Sitting beside them was He Yun, who had been staying in their temple.

Nowadays, he could be considered half a member of the temple, helping them handle temple affairs when he had time.

Recent news headlines had made their temple quite popular.

Shui Yun also realized they needed more manpower and specifically recruited more than ten people.

But for teaching and such, it was mainly his responsibility as the senior brother.

Changqing picked up his book again.

"... now, let’s look at the Chapter on ’Leisure’..."

"... The leisurely one lies beyond heaven and earth, not taking anything as their guide. They cultivate the body and nurture the spirit, using the inner self as the foundation, thus giving birth to myriad things..."

Changqing’s voice was gentle yet powerful, with an irresistible charm.

The disciples below were engrossed, when suddenly, an entirely out-of-place voice intruded—

"... You sold my love, left behind my back, and when I finally knew the truth, my tears fell..."

Everyone: "...."

"It’s already the 20xx year, who still listens to such edgy music?"

Someone suddenly voiced out, and Changqing’s face turned red.

He lightly coughed and put down the book.

"It’s mine."

He regretted letting Long Rong play with his phone, who had changed his ringtone to something weird.

Everyone: ...?!

Their expressions turned meaningful.

They didn’t expect their ethereal and fairy-like senior brother to use such down-to-earth ringtones.

No, wait.

Isn’t it already unseemly enough that their senior brother even uses a phone?

Randomly, someone raised a hand and asked, "Senior brother, so you use a phone too? Aren’t people of your kind known for communicating telepathically over a thousand miles?"

Changqing: "...."

"This junior brother, watch less TV from now on."

The boy: "....."

"Alright then."

The magnetizing non-mainstream music continued—

"... Love isn’t something you can buy, buy or sell. Let me break free and understand, let go of your love..."

Even He Yun couldn’t bear to listen anymore, glanced at Changqing, and said, "Daoist... maybe you’d want to answer the call? Someone seems to be looking for you for something...."

Helplessly, Changqing could only rise.

"You all continue your self-study."

She mustered ample courage to say this.

Actually, she wasn’t like this before.

Previously, she was very aloof in relationships, it either worked or it didn’t.

Anyway, she wasn’t lacking men around her.

But for some reason, after meeting Changqing, all her principles changed.

She had never felt so moved by someone.

But along with the affection came fear and anxiety.

The moment she saw him or heard his voice, her mind went blank.

It was like turning into a timid little mouse.

Sure enough, Changqing’s voice remained cold.

"I’m busy, no time. If you’re not in a good mood, I know a great psychological healing master, I could give you his phone number."

Wen Jiaojiao: "...."

"How can you be like a block of wood! I’m like this, and you still wouldn’t come to keep me company?"

The phone went silent on the other end.

Wen Jiaojiao, unwilling to admit defeat, pouted, "And, couldn’t you tell I’ve been drinking? As a normal man, shouldn’t you first express some concern?"

Finally, Changqing spoke, calmly uttering four words—"Couldn’t tell."

Wen Jiaojiao: "..."

She admitted complete defeat.

Exhaling a breath, "Fine, fine, then I won’t bother you, Master Changqing, it’s getting late, good night."

And with that, she hung up the phone.

Dai Jing’s eyes were wide open.

"No way, Wen Jiaojiao are you kidding? You’ve turned into a simp? Who is the person on the other side that makes them worth it?"

"Not at all." Wen Jiaojiao patted her hand, not feeling the slightest bit sad or upset, "What’s the big deal? I’m just expressing my affection."

"Wow, that’s really not normal, okay? Any normal guy would have fallen for you by now, you’re a sweetheart, you’re so pretty and rich, who wouldn’t like you?!"