The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 67 - 68: Master of Tune

Chapter 67: Chapter 68: Master of Tune

Su Xiaoou slowly awoke.

The ceiling was unfamiliar.

So was the bed.

She suddenly sat up in bed, realizing she was sleeping in an empty space.

But it was familiar now, this was the Magic House.

She yawned and looked toward Jiang Shu, who was sitting at a desk twenty meters away reading a book, and greeted him, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Jiang Shu yawned as well, as the Magic House had only one bed, so he had stayed awake all night, reading books borrowed from the reading room below.

Books on paper were rare in Lonely City, and most of them were essentials, including history and art, so his reading wasn’t boring, and the night had passed quickly.

"I yesterday was..." Su Xiaoou thought for a moment, realizing she had no memory of last night.

No, it wasn’t that she had no memory; she knew what she had done, but there were no images.

It was like forcefully converting an AVI video format into a TXT text format.

"You were just too tired and had a sleep." Jiang Shu interrupted her, then said, "There are no toiletries for you here, you can go back now."

"Oh." Su Xiaoou nodded, taking steps toward the main door, still feeling groggy.

"Su Xiaoou, today is Friday," Jiang Shu reminded her.

Su Xiaoou didn’t catch on, "Hm? What about Friday?"

"There’s a tutoring class on the weekend, and your techniques will be inspected," Jiang Shu thought for a moment, "Right, also, you need to design a magic trick centered around ’Strong Selection.’"

"Do you remember?" He laughed, looking like a demon in Su Xiaoou’s eyes.

"Ah!" Su Xiaoou suddenly came to her senses, and hurriedly said, "Of course I remember, I’ll go review now, goodbye teacher!"

After speaking, she regained her usual energy and dashed out of the Magic House, running toward her dormitory.

While Jiang Shu straightened the bed and then lay down.

Staying up all night was really tiring.

He looked at the four Tablet Spirits lying on the wireless charging pad, now in sleep mode with their screens pitch black.

Running all night long was really tiring.

A peaceful and wonderful day began with a morning sleep.

Jiang Shu dozed off.

——

He slept until noon, when knocking at the door woke him up.

"Knock, knock, knock—" The knocking did not stop.

He got out of bed, tidied up his outfit a bit, and then went to open the door.

Outside stood Shen Xuwan in a white dress, her casual attire making her look as kind and approachable as the girl next door.

"Come in, find a seat wherever," Jiang Shu said offhandedly, turning to go inside, "Would you like something to drink?"

Shen Xuwan walked in; the Magic House was large, clearly showing that Jiang Shu lived here.

However, it was very clean and tidy, well-organized, not at all like a single man’s home.

Shen Xuwan, who also paid attention to details and quality in life, felt very comfortable in such an environment.

"What is there to drink?" she responded to Jiang Shu’s question with her own.

"Tap water." Jiang Shu searched around and replied.

"???"

"I’m just being polite, I don’t really have any drinks..." he scratched his head awkwardly, then deployed his ultimate skill, "Drinking hot water is good for your health."

"Oh." Shen Xuwan nodded and sat down at the desk.

Before long, Jiang Shu sat down with two bowls, pushing one filled with hot water toward Shen Xuwan.

"???" Shen Xuwan looked at the bowl in front of her, then at Jiang Shu.

Ding: Confused Beauty.JPG

"There are no cups, so let’s make do with these bowls," Jiang Shu said, clinking his bowl against Shen Xuwan’s.

Ding: Liangshan Senior Meeting.

Shen Xuwan didn’t drink but instead asked, "So, what do you want? As long as I have it, I can exchange it for the earrings."

"Except for myself," she added, really wanting the earrings, but not willing to sell her body.

"Tell me about it," Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes, "all of it, every story."

He remembered seeing the life story of Master Shen Ting at the memorial service; the biography had been embellished, but Jiang Shu had still noticed some discrepancies from the details.

"I’m not interested in the earrings; I’m just very curious," he continued, "If your story is interesting enough, I might return the earrings to their rightful owner."

Indeed, Jiang Shu talked about returning them to their rightful owner.

The earrings should rightfully belong to Shen Ting; it was expected to be Shen Xuwan’s, but afterward, they ended up with the curator.

"Then..." Shen Xuwan hesitated.

"Snap—"

Jiang Shu put the pair of earrings on the table.

"Be gentle!" Shen Xuwan exclaimed, then stared intently at him, "If I tell you, will you return them to me?"

"Of course, I, Jiang Shu, am not a bad person," Jiang Shu chuckled.

Ding: Of course, but I, Jiang Shu, am no saint either.

"My mom didn’t die in an accident; she was killed by... that man," Shen Xuwan’s first statement was explosive.

"Which man?" Jiang Shu wasn’t sure if she was referring to the curator or someone else.

"Her husband," Shen Xuwan’s expression turned cold.

"Hmm?" Jiang Shu became interested, "Indeed, the records state that... that man and your mom were very loving. He was a jeweler and made many pieces of jewelry for your mom, including an intricately designed music box."

He didn’t use "your dad" as a title, as it was clear Shen Xuwan had a strong aversion to this man.

Jiang Shu continued, "But there’s no further mention of him after that in the biography, which is strange and illogical."

"Right," Shen Xuwan nodded, "They were loving before, but that was before the man got hooked on his addictions."

"Addiction?"

"Gambling and drugs," Shen Xuwan continued, "I don’t know where he got them from, but suddenly, he became crazy, talking nonsense, and staying out day and night."

"His hands were no longer steady; he couldn’t make jewelry anymore, and so he lost his source of income," she explained, "and all of our family’s savings were used up by him, leaving my mom to support us."

"At that time, although my mom was quite famous, she was passionate about charity performances and rarely participated in commercial ones, so we weren’t very wealthy."

"Right," Jiang Shu understood; he now knew why in her later years, Shen Ting took so many small-scale commercial performances, which was completely different from her attitude earlier.

"Anyway, no matter how much they argued, it couldn’t change the facts," Shen Xuwan’s eyes fell, "my mom... she couldn’t see that the man was no longer the person he used to be."

"He sold all the jewelry he could sell."

"Only these earrings were hidden away by my mom."

"Lastly, my mom died in a car crash on the way to a commercial performance."

"That performance, she didn’t need to go, but because the creditors were closing in, my mom went fearing that they might harm me and..."

Shen Xuwan stopped reminiscing, and her expression calmed down, "After she died, that man sold the earrings to the curator, abandoned me, and probably died somewhere in a corner."

"Oh—" Jiang Shu understood; the background story matched with his guess so far, and thus he wanted to know the rest of the story.

"So, why do you absolutely need those earrings? Just because they are a keepsake?"

Shen Xuwan didn’t speak but opened her Character Card, displaying a list of impressive terms.

At the bottom, a golden term shimmered with colored light.

-Tune Master (Unawakened): Granted the authority to handle "Tune."

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