My American magical life
Chapter 36 - 36 36 My Family's Holy Water is a Bit Sweet

36: Chapter 36 My Family’s Holy Water is a Bit Sweet 36: Chapter 36 My Family’s Holy Water is a Bit Sweet Lisa’s reply brought Cheng Daqi an unexpected surprise.

He had already prepared himself for not finding anyone willing to help.

If not, he would just have to visit more physical betting locations, using quantity to spread the risk.

But sooner or later, he would have to face the problem of opening a credit card in America.

Asking someone to help open a supplementary card was indeed the quickest route.

So Lisa being able to help was the best-case scenario.

….

When he woke up in the morning, Cheng Daqi saw the message an old classmate had sent him on Feixin.

It was Zhang Weiqi, the high school male classmate he had interacted with in Moments previously.

“Chengzi, the Sani downward-laughing Fanny snort profile is me, I’ve already deleted the comment, I didn’t think much about it at the time.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that I’m still studying, bro, it’s a little money, don’t think it’s too little.”

Following those two sentences was a red envelope; this high school classmate had directly sent Cheng Daqi a red envelope.

Cheng Daqi looked at his phone and began to search through his original self’s memories.

He remembered that he hadn’t been in contact with Zhang Weiqi for several years.

But this brother was truly interesting, he initially thought Zhang Weiqi was someone trying to kick him while he was down.

Who in their right mind would expose a friend’s name directly online?

Yet Zhang Weiqi deleted the comment and even sent a red envelope after seeing Cheng Daqi’s reply asking to borrow money.

A red envelope might not contain much money, but it was indeed a big gesture.

Cheng Daqi didn’t accept the money, instead, he replied to Zhang Weiqi.

“Brother, I appreciate the sentiment, but like you said, you’re still in school, so I won’t take the money.”

“I’ll give you the heads-up on an opportunity, believe it or not, it’s up to you to decide, but the championship of the finals has already been determined, it’s IG.”

“I heard it from the people at Fist Company while begging outside their office.

Their employees have already bought a lot, get it?”

Although he was only an online friend with Zhang Weiqi, this guy was truly considerate.

Cheng Daqi didn’t mind forming a good karma.

Things like Fist Company were just reasons he came up with to justify his predetermined conclusion.

After all, there were too many rebirth novels on the starting point, and Cheng Daqi needed to disguise himself well and pay attention to details in his actions.

To prevent the likes of secret societies or Hydra from catching onto him.

After all, having been reborn himself, nothing else magical in the world he was unaware of would be surprising.

There is a time difference between America and Hua Country; now it’s seven in the morning in America, and it’s the middle of the night back in Hua Country.

Zhang Weiqi is a night owl, so he isn’t resting at this time but is getting thrashed in the canyon.

Playing as a Rammus top laner going up against a Darius, he had just been driven into a blood rage by Darius.

Zhang Weiqi was planning to vent his frustration at the jungle by “playing the piano” but then Cheng Daqi’s message arrived.

‘IG winning the championship?

People from Fist Company are buying in too?’

‘There must be a scandal!’

‘Should I leak this info?’

‘Wait, I can buy in too!’

The transformation in Zhang Weiqi’s mentality was highly illustrative.

As a veteran LOL player, consecutive failures of Chinese teams at World Championships had convinced him that LPL finals were scripted.

So his first thought was to denounce it.

But he quickly came around, realizing there was no reward for whistleblowing, and it would be better to join in and profit!

Still, he had some doubts about whether Cheng Daqi’s claims were true.

A homeless wanderer in America suddenly claiming he knew about secret arrangements for the championship—it was about as absurd as a classmate telling you on a Thursday that he’s Emperor Qin Shi Huang and he needs fifty bucks to buy a Luoyang Shovel to dig up a treasure he left behind.

Having no mood to trash-talk the jungler anymore, Zhang Weiqi put down his keyboard and started tapping on his phone screen.

“Chengzi, is the message reliable?

How come it sounds so mystical to me?”

Just a second before the message was sent, Zhang Weiqi deleted what he wanted to say.

He thought, Cheng Daqi wouldn’t care about the red packet anymore, there was no need to make up a fake message to deceive himself.

Who doesn’t want a red packet, how could they be a scammer?

“Alright, thanks for the message, bro, but I’m not really into LOL.”

Zhang Weiqi finally replied.

He still didn’t quite believe what Cheng Daqi said.

‘Maybe this is Chengzi’s final act of defiance.’

Sigh, life on the streets is indeed tough.

“Okay.”

Cheng Daqi didn’t say much more; the opportunity had been given, now it was up to you to seize it, Xiao Zhang.

He picked up the water bottles inside his tent, ready to find a place to fill them up.

It was still more than ten days before the results of the competition would be out, and he would have to wander the streets for a while longer.

He needed to prepare for a long-term life on the street, and water was essential.

The crackdown on the homeless in Saint Rodu wasn’t too harsh yet, and he and Sani’s tent were located in a more secluded area, where Sani had already been staying for a few months.

So, for the time being, Cheng Daqi didn’t have to worry about moving to a different respawn point.

Heimei, as always, had gotten up earlier than Cheng Daqi today and was still sleeping at this time.

Moving quietly away from the respawn point, Cheng Daqi carried a few large bottles toward the nearest church.

In many Hua people’s perception, the church remained something from stories, but the churches in America were different from those in Hua Country.

In America, the church and faith are things every person can’t avoid throughout their life.

Immigrants from Europe have been influenced by the European church, and since the founding of their country, have always regarded religion as an important part of life.

Different denominations and faiths in America have their own followers.

They reach deep into communities, close to all who desire to be bathed in the gospel, which has made the church also very organized in modern times.

The church Cheng Daqi was visiting was a standard grassroots church.

It was not only for preaching to the faithful but also for propagating the religion.

Priests would provide assistance to the homeless near Red Street so they could feel the warmth of God and convert.

Although it was just eight o’clock, the clergy had already finished morning prayers and started their day’s work.

A black lady greeted Cheng Daqi.

“Hello, do you need any help?”

“GOD bless you, I need to collect some water, is that okay?”

GOD bless you was the catchphrase of Cheng Daqi’s favorite electronic pet from his previous life that he used often while in America.

It’s simple, useful, and everyone understands it.

If any readers ever make it to America, make sure to learn this phrase first.

It won’t lift you to dizzying heights, but it can get you an extra bite when you’re begging.

“Alright, come with me.”

The black lady was a staff member here; she led Cheng Daqi directly into the church’s backyard.

She pointed proudly and honorably at a somewhat ancient-looking faucet and said.

“Our church’s water is known as the Holy Water of Saint Rodu; everyone who has drunk it says it’s sweet,

But we haven’t added any sugar.

It truly is a gift from God; you will surely like it.”

Everyone says it’s sweet?

The kind of sweet that comes from lead and sugar?

(´◔︎‸◔︎`)

Who would dare to drink that?

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