Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 32: Gift

The appointed day quickly arrived.

Fang Zheng changed into sportswear, holding a rose in his hand, waiting at the entrance of the stadium where the concert was held, occasionally tugging at his collar, looking slightly apprehensive.

His family background and past experiences made him inexplicably timid in pursuing girls he liked.

Just like the trepidation of a young boy.

He could chat and laugh freely with others, but once faced with someone he liked, he often didn’t know what to do, unsure where to put his hands and feet.

"Fang Zheng!"

Guo Erqiu’s voice rang out:

"Over here." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Fang Zheng turned his head at the sound, steadied his breath, and stepped closer, handing over the rose in his hand:

"For you."

"A rose." Zhou Qingqing pursed her lips:

"Who gives those anymore? It’s so old-fashioned!"

"Qingqing." Guo Erqiu tugged at her best friend’s sleeve, her face blushing as she accepted the rose:

"Thank you."

She then introduced:

"This is Qingqing, Zhou Qingqing, whom I’ve mentioned before."

The mentor’s daughter?

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Qingqing didn’t look bad, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks, which should make her seem innocent and cute, but unfortunately, her makeup was too heavy.

Dark eye shadow, colorful contact lenses, fiery red lips...

And her hair was permed and dyed!

Her flashy top, paired with shorts so exaggerated that one could barely look directly, could easily expose half of her backside if not careful.

In Fang Zheng’s impression, his mentor Zhou Ping was conservative, even overly so; could he really let his daughter dress like this?

"What are you staring at?" Zhou Qingqing rolled her eyes:

"Never seen a non-mainstream style before?"

"I have seen it." Fang Zheng said frankly:

"Just a bit unexpected."

Young people advocate individuality, especially in art schools, where unusual styles are common, and he quickly adapted.

"Fang Zheng."

Guo Erqiu took a box out of her bag and handed it over:

"Thank you for helping me last time, I...bought you a gift."

"Take it." Zhou Qingqing said with a jealous tone, her nose in the air:

"Erqiu spent several days carefully choosing this, never so attentive when buying gifts for me."

"And it’s so expensive, really generous!"

"Qingqing."

Guo Erqiu blushed even more.

"Then..." Fang Zheng hurriedly took it:

"Thank you."

"See if you like it." Guo Erqiu said:

"If you don’t like it, you can exchange it."

Fang Zheng opened the box and inside was an antique-looking pocket watch, with a dark golden chain. The cover of the watch was engraved with a landscape.

Inside, the dial’s hands were also divided into twelve hours.

"I know you like ancient things, so I bought it." Guo Erqiu looked hopeful:

"Do you like it?"

"I like it." Fang Zheng tightened his grip:

"I like it very much."

"Hehe..." Zhou Qingqing let out a few sarcastic laughs:

"Should I not have come today? This is so cheesy!"

"Ah!" Guo Erqiu exclaimed lightly, interrupting her friend’s complaint, changing the subject:

"The concert is about to start, let’s hurry in."

"Yes."

Fang Zheng nodded, put away the pocket watch, and invited the two girls to enter the venue for ticket inspection, unexpectedly running into familiar faces inside.

"Dapeng!"

"Monk!"

Dapeng was with Nannan.

Back when Dapeng went on a blind date with Xu Jiao, Nannan accompanied him. At the time, he said that Xu Jiao wasn’t suitable for him but Nannan was more his type.

Now, they really are together.

"Unbelievable!"

Dapeng circled around Fang Zheng twice, looking surprised:

"This is the first time I’ve seen you bring a woman out."

"Hmph!" Zhou Qingqing pursed her lips:

"That’s an old trick, all men’s friends say that. Who knows how many people he’s actually been with, Erqiu you better keep an eye out."

"Cough cough!" Fang Zheng coughed lightly, explaining:

"This is my friend Dapeng. Dapeng, my friend Guo Erqiu, and this young lady is Erqiu’s best friend, named...Zhou Qingqing."

"Hello, beautiful ladies!" Dapeng greeted enthusiastically, his gaze pausing on Zhou Qingqing, instinctively drawn to her long legs:

"I’m Dapeng, Monk’s childhood friend."

Introducing Guo Erqiu first and then saying Zhou Qingqing is her friend; it seems Monk’s target would be her.

That makes sense!

This kind of girl is fun to play with but not suited for a relationship.

"Why is he called Monk?" Guo Erqiu asked out of curiosity.

"Fang Zheng, of course!" Without needing Dapeng to explain, Zhou Qingqing said:

"The name sounds like a monk’s monastic name."

"Exactly!" Dapeng gave a thumbs up:

"The lady and I think alike."

"Let’s go!" Zhou Qingqing had no intention of getting closer to the opposite party, waving:

"Let’s find our seats first."

"We’ll meet after the concert," Dapeng said:

"I’ll treat you to a late-night snack!"

"We’ll be in touch by phone then." Fang Zheng nodded and headed towards their seats with the two girls.

"I didn’t expect..." Watching the three walk away, Dapeng rubbed his chin, speaking slowly:

"The monk’s finally blooming like an old tree!"

"Hmph." Nannan snorted lightly:

"He brought two women here, doesn’t seem too honest. I almost wanted to introduce Xu Jiao to him. Luckily, I didn’t."

"Don’t talk about my friend like that." Dapeng’s face darkened:

"Keep this up, and we might as well break up!"

"You..." Nannan’s eyes reddened, clearly not used to such grievances. Stomping her foot, she reluctantly said:

"Friends, you only care about your friends!"

"Monk is different from others." Dapeng said with a complicated look in his eyes:

"He..."

"He’s actually quite pitiful."

"Pitiful?" Nannan blinked, her face full of gossip:

"What’s so pitiful about him?"

"Monk’s parents passed away when he was young. He only had an uncle, but now his uncle is gone too." Dapeng sighed lightly:

"Talking about him makes me feel bad too."

"Got it." Nannan pursed her lips, then curiously asked:

"Has he really never been in a relationship?"

"He has." Dapeng said:

"He dated someone during his senior year of high school. Because of that relationship, he was so affected that his grades dropped significantly, and he eventually could only take the art school exam."

"Ha..." Nannan pursed her lips:

"Didn’t it end?"

"It wasn’t a breakup." Dapeng shook his head:

"She died."

"Ah!"

"The woman had cancer, an incurable late-stage kind. Before she died, she wanted to experience a relationship and, for some reason, chose Monk. He didn’t know it at the time."

"In the end..."

"Don’t mention it. Anyway, my friend is quite pitiful; don’t speak ill of him in the future."

"Understood."

"By the way, why do I feel like Monk is a lot taller than before? Could he be wearing height-increasing shoes?"

"How would I know?"

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Hotel.

"Brother."

Lianlian, with a new scar on her face, walked out of the bathroom, her loose pajamas swaying, the view inside faintly visible.

"Are you just going to let it go like this?"

She climbed into bed, lying on Qi Yuan’s chest, her voice icy:

"He ruined my face!"

The slash went straight to the skull, especially at the bridge of the nose, causing damage that even cosmetic surgery couldn’t fully fix.

"Get plastic surgery, worst case, change your face. It’s not like I wouldn’t want you."

Qi Yuan looked down at the scar on her face, instinctively looking away:

"As for letting him off..."

"Of course not, just didn’t expect that little boss named Fang to be connected with Zhou Ping. Coincidentally, that group owing me a favor is about to leave too."

"I’ll make a call!"